Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 25

When Sylvia woke up, a uniformed female officer was sitting by her bed, her gentle smile offering a sense of security that was almost tangible. "You're awake? Need some water?" The officer stood up, pouring a glass of water with a considerate gesture, "You've got some bruises, but nothing serious."

"Thank

you."

Sylvia propped herself up to take the glass. Until now she was still trembling from the shock, her nerves not yet calmed.

The officer watched her, waiting until Sylvia seemed a bit more settled before she began to speak, "Julian's fine, too, but since there's a discrepancy in your stories, I need to hear your side."

Sylvia paused mid-sip, "Discrepancy? What do you mean?"

The fact was laid bare; how come there was a discrepancy?

The officer explained honestly, "Julian claims he was drunk and that's why he got aggressive. He even showed us a psychiatric evaluation from abroad, insisting...that you were willing to go out with him for dinner and a movie, so he thought you were consenting to more." Sylvia felt her breath hitch, her chest tightening with anger.

to everything else? Where's that

mom seemed

gazed

reply. After a brief silence, the officer reassured her, "Your statement is crucial. We'll

at her words, thinking at least there was someone willing to offer help, Sylvia recounted everything, emphasizing Julian's modified car, a clear sign this wasn't his first time doing something

to add?"

a while, and then mentioned, "Rupert and Bridget,

officer was caught off guard,

a problem?"

frowned, "I've asked them. Bridget claims she saw nothing, and Mr. Rupert

off, the glass of water slipped from Sylvia's

she remained silent. Clasping the blanket, she felt

What was she expecting?

pleased to witness her downfall, while Rupert wouldn't stop teaching her a lesson for not obeying him. Both of them had achieved what they expected; what a perfect match. The officer patted her shoulder, "Rest up. I'll head back to the station and follow up. We'll be in

the door closed, the room fell into

at the wall opposite, Sylvia felt utterly drained, her face pale. Realizing how weak she was,