I wrote something. I never wrote a fanfiction or something so, itās my first try. Idk if I have the talent to write because A: English is not my first language, B: Iām afraid that no one will like my ideas š
So, here are my first words. Please tell me what you think and if you wanna read more. I have many ideas for this one.
La Casa de la DecepciĆ³n
Chapter 1:
Raquel:
I knew Alicia would take over the interrogation. I knew that she enjoyed interrogating me. Sitting across from her after so long was very uncomfortable.
She had hardly changed over the years. Of course, there was one big change. She was pregnant. Which surprised me, to be honest, because Alicia normally can't show any emotion but gloating. And German. I don't know how he put up with Alicia for five years of marriage. He's a wonderful person, unlike her.
Many interrogations later, I dared to ask Alicia a few things about her marriage with German. Questions like: "Does he hug you? Are you having sex?". For once I wanted to be as cold as Alicia.
But then, I saw that certain look. I knew that look, I knew that look all too well. I looked into her eyes, and I knew this was no longer Inspectora Sierra, no, this was Alicia. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Alicia was talking about the death of her husband. Pancreatic cancer. I knew Alicia was a good liar. But when I looked into her eyes again, I saw the truth. I heard her words spoken, but her eyes told the story.
I hated Alicia. But in that moment, I was ashamed. It's not the first time I saw her cry. And also at the first time, I was the cause of her tears. But no, this wasn't the right time to think about it. I didn't know what to say. So I put my hand on hers. If my feelings weren't misleading, I'd say she enjoyed it. But after only a few seconds, she pulled her hand away. After less than a minute, she put her usual bitch-face back on, and Inspectora Sierra was sitting in front of me again.
The rest of the story is familiar to you. The Paris plan, my escape. The press conference. It all went according to the plan. The only thing the professor hadn't considered was that Alicia was unpredictable. She never did what was expected of her. And that's when the problems started.
I was safe and sound in the Bank of Spain. At that point, I didn't know Alicia was looking for the professor or that the whole country is searching for her. At that point, I didn't know how the story would end. But how it began... I think about it a lot.
Alicia:
This job was made for me. I loved it. I especially loved interrogating Raquel. For me, it was better than any orgasm. I had known her for years, I knew exactly what she was thinking and what she would do. Her actions were predictable.
However, I must admit that this one interrogation went differently than planned. German's death was only two months ago at that point. And yes, it hurt. I carried his child. But that was irrelevant at this point. It hit me right in the heart. As if someone had stabbed me in the heart with a knife.
But I wouldn't be the fucking boss if I couldn't ignore such mundane things like grief and pain. Raquel has always had trouble understanding me, especially accepting or understanding my decisions. That was the reason why I was so surprised about the relationship between Raquel and the professor.
After the press conference there was only one goal for me. It was always the most important thing for me to see the professor behind bars. But to be honest, he fascinated me a little. I wanted to understand him. He had complex ways of thinking that fascinated me.
When I stood face to face to him with a gun, I knew what to do.
Raquel:
I remember the day I met Alicia Sierra...
