SPIDERWEB 37 Chapter 2

"Officer Gradis, how has life been after the attack and how are you coping with the loss of your best friend?" A reporter asked.

"I- I actually just came from the cemetery where my best friend was buried and," Gradis began tears running down her cheeks, "and it was a very shocking feeling. To see someone who you spent most of your life with, in front of you covered by dirt and a tombstone as their head… it-it was a very traumatic event. I was there that day when she attacked Layla, even in the same room and she made me hold the gun, making me pull the trigger on Layla, then left me there to die with the poison surging through my veins. Luckily, due to my childhood in which I had a very weak immune system and went through many types of poison, I was able to move a little, which was enough to take out my gun and shoot Regan."

The room gasped and the clicks from several reporter's cameras slowed down before continuing.

"At that moment, Regan's boyfriend who was probably waiting in the car for her to be done with her therapist meeting walked in and as you can probably imagine, he was shocked out of his mind. Luckily I told him what happened and he called the police and with my help, we reported everything. Soon after I got the case which we have been working on for the past month, I started to dig deeper and found out that she had committed many other crimes, killing her two best friends Ella and Bella," Gradis sighed wiping her tears away, "as you probably know it was a tragic event to uncover what really happen-"

"You mentioned that her boyfriend, Damien was the one who reported things," A reporter interrupted, "how is he able to deal with the loss of his girlfriend? I understand that the two victims were also his best friends, how is he dealing with the loss of the three of them?"

"I-" Gradis began, her voice rising slightly from the unexpected question, this wasn't as she rehea.r.s.ed, they were supposed to wait this was her spotlight not some p.a.w.n she had lured t-

A gentle hand tapped her shoulders, "watch yourself on stage," Damien whispered into her ear, "there are eyes everywhere, we may control their words but we can only filter their news reports," He stepped in front of her, hiding her figure behind him, "don't make a bigger mess for us to clean up after this."