Chapter 41 FALLOUT
The lights came on.
She pulled out the knife.
Her eyes went wide.
The knife slipped from her trembling hands as she saw the face of the person.
"I... I... Xora," Blake stuttered weakly, pressing his palm on the stabbed stomach.
Ixora stared at him with wide eyes for a second. Two. She couldn't find her voice.
"B...lake," she called, her lips quivering.
Blake traced his palm, which had already been stained by his blood.
His gaze met Ixora's own, and slowly, he fell to his knees.
"Somebody call the ambulance and the police. That girl just tried to murder that boy."
She heard a person shout.
"Blake!" she called, tears sliding down her cheeks.
She rushed to him and held him before his head could touch the ground.
She went on the ground with him.
"Blake! Somebody help!" she shouted, shaking his body.
Blake's eyes were on her.
Ixora could see the look of hurt in his eyes.
Slowly, he closed his eyes, going into an unconscious state.
"Blake! Somebody please call the ambulance!"
"Blake!" Skye shouted, rushing in with the paramedics behind him.
Skye got to them and with his help they placed Blake's body on the stretcher and rushed him out of the cinema.
Ixora wanted to follow them when some heavy hands grabbed her.
"You are under arrest, Miss Ixora Castellan, for attempted murder," Inspector Williams said.
"Please, let me go! I have to go to the hospital!" Ixora cried, struggling to release herself from their hold.
They apprehended her tightly and cuffed her hands with handcuffs.
"Please! Take me to the hospital!" Ixora cried harder, feeling so helpless and confused.
Another cop took out a handkerchief from his pocket and picked up the knife.
"You are coming with us to the station," Inspector Williams said as they began pushing her body.
Immediately, they got outside: camera flashes filled their eyes.
"We heard you stabbed Blake. Is it true?"
"You both went to the cinema, and you tried to kill him."
"You are the ex-first lady's daughter. A murderer."
The police tried covering Ixora as they took her to the car.
Before they could get to their car, Blake's fans had already filled the place.
News spread fast in New York.
"You stabbed my crush!"
A tomato met her back.
"You don't deserve to live!"
Another thing was thrown at her.
Blake's fans were mostly girls.
Ixora could only cry as she deserved it.
"If anything happens to my Blake, I will ruin you!"
Another thing was thrown at her.
Inspector Williams made some signals to his constables about the girls since they were blocking their car.
They shot the sky, and they all ran away while Ixora was pushed into the car.
On the side, Bonnie stood.
A cruel smirk danced on her lips as she witnessed the whole chaos.
"What the hell just happened?" She muttered, dialing Stacy's number.
She had planned to kill Ixora at the Cinema today. She will make up a stupid excuse to get away from Skye. But this one was a lot better. She'd get to watch her suffer in jail for the rest of her life.
She got into her car and drove off.
\[NELLY 'S HOUSE\]
She had just finished taking her shower, and she was currently lying on the bed with her cell phone in her hand.
She opened it and saw she had a thousand notifications.
"Wow, that's new," she muttered and clicked on the first one.
~This night, Ixora Castellan, daughter of the ex-first lady, was caught in an attempted murder. It is reported that she went to the cinema with Blake and made an attempt on his life by stabbing him.
Nelly sprang up.
"What!" She exclaimed, rushing to her ward rope.
She took off her nightie and threw in her clothes. She picked up her cell phone and hurried out of the house.
\[IXORA'S HOUSE\]
Georgia climbed down the stairs, her long nightie flowing behind her. Her hair was packed in a tight bun as she took a bite from the apple she was holding.
"You can't be useless over there either. Find them," Georgia said over the phone.
"And when you do..."
"Ma'am," a maid called, interrupting her statement.
Georgia turned to her.
She saw the maid was trying to tell her something. She took the phone away from her ear and covered the speaker.
"Ma'am, Ixora is on the news," the maid said, her face looking so worried.
"What are you saying?" Georgia asked, picking up the remote.
She turned on the television, and the first thing she saw was Ixora alighting from the police car.
Her hands were cuffed behind her back, while the reporters threw countless questions. Blake's fans began throwing stuff at her.
"What is all this?" Georgia muttered, reading the news headline.
"This is rubbish!" She tossed the remote on the couch and hung up the call.
She faced the maid. "Get in touch with a lawyer. I will call the commissioner. I'm going to the police station," she instructed, and ran out of the place. Her long silk nightwear flowed behind her.
\[U.C. POLICE STATION\]
"Awwn, she's such a cutie."
"Come on, princess, heard you tried to kill Blake."
"Hey, inspector, put her with us."
These were the words coming out of the in-house cellmates.
Ixora had her head bent, tears streaking down her cheeks as the inspector unlocked the bar.
"Hey, get in."
Ixora refused to move, standing in her spot.
The inspector slightly pushed her. Ixora almost fell but held her balance.
The inspector began locking the cell.
Ixora rushed and held the bars.
"Please, just let me go to the hospital. You can follow me if you want, but please... I need to make sure Blake is okay," Ixora cried, begging the inspector.
"Stabbing him wasn't enough, you want to kill him in the hospital," she said, locking the key.
Ixora banged her palm on the bars. "It wasn't my intention to stab him! Please take me to the hospital! Please."
"Hey!" One of the inmates shouted.
"Keep your voice down, girlie. This place is for people who have committed a crime. It isn't for the innocent. If you don't keep shut, I will shut it for you," the inmate threatened, meaning every single word.
Ixora sniffled, tightening her palms around the bars. She rested her head on the bars, crying silently.
"Xora!" she heard somebody call out her name.
She immediately raised her head to see Nelly running inside.
"Hey, you can't see her," the inspector rushed to her, dragging her by the arm.
"What do you mean?" Nelly jerked her hand off the inspector's. "This isn't past the visiting time. It is my right to see her."
"Nobody is allowed to see her until further investigations," Inspector Williams said, coming to stand before Nelly.
He didn't fail to glance at Ixora. She had once come to report fake news, and now she was the one behind bars.
"This isn't how it works," Nelly said.
"Right, but she was caught in the act. Blake fans threatened to bring this station down if we let anybody visit her."
"If you don't want to lose your job, then try to stop me," Nelly said, her tone final and firm.
She turned and ran to Ixora.
"Nelly," Ixora muttered, holding her hand.
"What is happening, Xora? You tried to murder Blake. I don't believe it," Nelly said, her eyes showing clear doubt.
Ixora sniffled. "I... It's true. I stabbed Blake with these two bare hands of mine," she released her hand from Nelly's and looked at them.
"I don't believe this. You'd never hurt a fly," Nelly said in disbelief.
"I... I thought it was Drexton and I... I," Ixora broke down into another round of tears.
Nelly became confused, staring at her.
"Why would you try to kill Drexton? Blake once told me you were behaving strangely. Tell me, what were you doing with a knife? Why would you even think of killing somebody?" Nelly asked, grabbing her shoulder.
Ixora shut her eyes tightly, her tears falling freely.
"Because he's my tormentor," she muttered, her voice barely audible.