Here's chapter two!

 [hider=Chapter 2: caught]Soon enough, the feeling of relief lessened and the realisation of what I had done hit me.
I murdered my husband.
Did I regret it? No, not even a little bit. The man I had just killed had not even been close to the man I once happily married. The past months he hadn't been the man I loved anymore, but a monster that I hated and feared with all that was within me. He had made my life a living hell, knew his daughter had seen what he did multiple times and in the end hurt her, too. I felt certain that if I had let all of it go on for any longer, that I would've been the one laying there lifelessly on the floor. 
He was a horrible, terrible man, and he deserved what had been done to him. I didn't regret what I did.
But still, I was worried. I had killed someone. In a perfect country where nothing ever happened, someone had been murdered. This would reach the news faster than anything else, it would be a huge news item. What I had done would be known to everyone in the country. They were going to search for me, chase me down and lock me up. Take Jenna away from me.
I couldn't let that happen. 
I quickly cut the corpse into pieces, put the pieces in a garbage bag. Threw away the knife. Put the garbage bag in the trunk of my car. Got back inside. Washed the blood off myself and Jenna. Soothed my frightened child, told her that we would be fine and that we were going on a trip. Carried her to my car and laid her down in it. Took my place in the drivers seat and drove away. Got rid of the body parts while she was asleep.
For a few days, everything went fine and I genuinely believed that maybe, I was going to get away with it. But one night, I stopped at a cheap motel, where my daughter and I could sleep. It was far from a nice place to stay, but I was in no situation to complain about that. I hired a room and fell asleep there, holding Jenna in my arms protectively. It was a restless, light sleep, which was quickly interrupted by noises. Someone got into the room and switched on the light. I sat up and looked to see who it was, noticing two men in uniform, both of them being armed.
"Mrs. Johnson?" One of them asked, and I nodded in response.
"Please come with us." Was the answer that followed after my nod and before I could do anything, I was handcuffed and taken away, but at the very least, they weren't just leaving Jenna behind. They took her with them as well, which was a relief to me at that moment.
I didn't struggle or try to get away. Two armed men against an unarmed, handcuffed woman. What chance did I have?
They put me and my daughter in the backseats of their car, with blinded windows. I had no idea where they were taking us to and had no way of answering the questions my little girl was asking me.
After what felt like a long ride, we finally came to a halt and were roughly pulled out of the car and led towards a building instead. 
It looked far from a friendly, inviting place. As I looked at the building, one word came up in my head right away. 
Prison.
I shook my head, rejecting the thought immediately. Of course this wasn't a prison. Why would a perfect country have a prison? Certainly, a town with no criminals didn't need one.
I had no idea what else the building I was nearing could be, or what was going on in there, but there was one thing I knew for sure:
I had a bad feeling about this.[/hider]