It has already been five hours since Jacob was brought into the interrogation room. Jacob was getting tired, and I was literally getting a headache over this. But if Jacob is into some kind of trouble, it is very important for Jacob to answer Detective James questions.

I wanted to just walk out of the interrogation room, and Jacob had just got finished saying that David did tell Jacob that he did apologize for being jealous. Jacob sighed, and Detective James cleared his throat, he asked Jacob if he wanted anything to drink? Jacob shook his head no, feeling like he was not being believed. "Jacob, we found one a knife, covered in blood," Detective James laid down the knife that was in a plastic bag due to it to belong to a crime.

"It has your fingerprints on it," I oh my gosh, leaning against the table, and I was now starting to see that Jacob is the one who murdered Izza. Jacob sighed, "I....I can, I can explain," Jacob said.

"Nah, you don't need to, you are obviously the murderer here, Jacob." Jacob didn't know what else to say, I was speechless.

"I-I- I..." Jacob then got up from his seat, and he walked towards the wall. "Can I please have a moment with my brother?" Jacob asked, softly in the tone of voice. Detective James sighed, he and his partner Evan left the interrogation room one last time, and I was just speechless still, that Jacob is the one who murdered Izza.

*****

"Why?" I asked. Jacob then turned, and he shrugged, sighing. I looked at Jacob, and he just stood there against the wall, not giving me an answer due to my question. "I can't, I didn't do it," Jacob said.

I sighed, "Please, stop lying." Jacob swallowed hard, he then walked back to his seat, sat down and I just couldn't move. "I didn't do it." I chuckled, closing my eyes. I couldn't believe him, I couldn't believe Jacob. Jacob then tried to hold my hand, and I just stood up from the chair, walking up to the wall. "Why, Jac?" I asked. Jacob sighed, shrugging.

I crossed my arms, turning. "Why did you do it?" I asked, a little bit loudly. Jacob sighed, "Why are you accusing me of doing this?." I chuckled, shaking my head no, "No, you did it on purpose did you? You killed her on purpose, Jacob, now they're gonna send you to a prison, where you may never come out."

Jacob understood, shaking his head. "What? You're just gonna be selfish about it?" I asked. Jacob frowned, "I am not selfish," Jacob said, kind of angrily.

I sighed, shaking my head, understanding my brother. "Okay, "I said, softly, about to feel like I am gonna be sick. Until Detective James comes back inside the interrogation room and Jacob is off to be sent to prison. Detective Evans took Jacob himself, and I was just standing there by the wall, feeling all confused, stressed out, and Detective James could tell I didn't look so good.

*****

"Are you okay?"

"N-no, I am just, " I chuckled, and Detective James laid his hand on top of my shoulder. "I know this is something you didn't want to hear, but I am so sorry, " Detective James said.

I started to feel sicker, as I was hyperventilating, I felt a wave of nausea. "Where's your bathroom?" I asked. Detective James told me it was down the hall to the left. I immediately ran out of the interrogation room, and Detective James had left as well.

Until I had flushed the toilet, and unlocked the bathroom stall and walked up to the sink. I turned on the sink, and cold water was running. I rinsed my mouth, and I just looked at myself in the mirror.