Chapter 4: The Police

Maya POV.

What on earth?

I couldn't believe my eyes.

John, my very own boyfriend, stood between Sonia's thighs, with her legs wrapped around his waist and his trousers pulled down to his knees.

I could hear his deep grunts as he shoved into her, hitting her back against the wall as he fucked her. Their mouth was locked in a passionate kiss, and they didn't notice I'd walked in.

"John!" I cried, my eyes watering with tears.

My birthday was only tomorrow, but he couldn't wait till then?

They jerked their heads towards me, surprised to see someone here. 

"You forgot to lock the door?" Sonia glared at him, incredulous.

He quickly pulled out of her, letting her drop from his waist, and tucked his dick back in his pants.

"Babe," he said as he zipped up, and came towards me, "It's not what you think."

I shook my head slowly, tears stinging my eyes, but I refused to cry.

Unable to say a word due to shock, I turned on my heels and ran out of the locker room.

I heard him call my name, but I kept running, refusing to stop. 

Just how long had he been sneaking around my back and cheating on me?

The weight of his betrayal crushed me, my heart twisting with hurt. 

I'd been willing to give myself to him. 

but now, he'd broken my trust.

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It was 4 p.m. when I finally got to Monalisa's house.

After my painful experience of catching my boyfriend cheating on me, I was so heartbroken.

The thought made my chest ache, a hollow, gnawing pain that echoed through every part of me.

As I drew close to the house, I noticed two police cars were in the parking lot, alongside Monalisa's dad's Mercedes S450.

On the front patio, I saw Mr. Jonah and two police officers standing in a small gathering of three and talking.

What was going on?

I approached cautiously, and when I got close, their conversation became audible.

"Can you tell me where you were last night, Mr. Jonah Hopkins," one of the police officers asked.

"I was home throughout yesterday, I didn't step out of the house," Mr. Jonah answered. "I don't have any active cases at the moment, so I decided to rest at home instead of going to the office."

"You live here with your daughter, correct?" The officer questioning him asked again.

"Yes, I do," He answered casually, "But right now, my daughter's friend is spending a week with us," he looked over at me. "Here she is, Maya say hi to the officers."

"Good afternoon Mr. Jonah," I greeted, "Hi officers," I said awkwardly.

The officers nodded at me.

"Hi Maya, how was school today?" He asked.

"School was good. Monalisa is spending the rest of the day with her mom," I informed him.

"Oh yes, she called me," he remarked.

I felt the officer's eyes on me, watching me keenly, so I hurried into the house and shut the door behind me.

Why were the officers here?

I racked my brain trying to remember if I broke the law in any way.

Concluding I had done nothing wrong, I went over to the window, overlooking the front patio, and peeped through the blinds, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Just then I heard Mr. Jonah exclaim, "What do you mean she is dead?!"

"She was found dead in her apartment this morning around 10 a.m." the officer told him.

Huh?

Someone died?

"So I ask you again, what time did Ms. Larisa leave your house last night?" The officer questioned.

I gasped and quickly put my hands over my mouth.

Ms. Larisa was dead?

Our nice, hard-working housekeeper who liked to make us nice Latina dishes was dead?

"My goodness, what happened to her?" Mr. Jonah demanded.

"Answer my question," the officer insisted.

"I already told you that she left last night around 9 o'clock after making us dinner. Now, tell me what happened to her!" Mr. Jonah yelled at the officers.

My nostrils flared and I felt my heart stop in my chest.

God, how did she die?

"We found her lying flat on her face with a knife to her stomach. There were also signs of a struggle," the other officer explained.

I saw Mr. Jonah's face ashen. "Who would do such a wicked thing to her?"

"That's why we are here investigating," the first officer said. "We are going to all the places she visited last. We were told she works for you, resumes work by 7 a.m., and closes around 8-9p.m."

Oh, that was why she didn't come in this morning to make breakfast.

Innocently, I thought she was stressed out by all the sex she got and didn't wake up early.

"Do whatever you can to find the culprit. As her employer, I will give you my full support," Mr. Jonah said firmly.

The officers nodded, "Thank you for your time, Mr. Hopkins."

They entered their vehicles and drove off.

Looking flustered and visibly upset, Mr.Jonah raked his hand through his sandy brown hair.

He climbed the steps towards the door and I quickly left the window, hurrying over to sit on a couch.

The door swung open and he walked in.

"Bloody hell," he cursed and walked over to the wine bar to pour himself a drink.

He held the full glass of scotch whiskey in his hand and downed it in one gulp. He quickly filled it up again.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, watching him.

No, he shook his head and stared hard into his glass.

"You rarely drink during the day," I pointed out, coming to join him on the barstool at the counter.

"I heard some bad news that's why I'm in a bad mood," he said, sipping the second drink instead of gulping it down like the first.

"Can I get a glass of whiskey?" I asked needing a drink to feel better.

Usually, he never let Mona or me drink. But today, he poured me a glass without hesitation.

We sat in silence, I was nursing my broken heart, and he was upset about the news of Ms. Larisa.

I couldn't say how long we sat there, but by the time I got up to head into the room. I was barely managing to walk straight.

I got into the room and flopped on Mona's bed, feeling so weak and dizzy from the alcohol.

I'd just drawn the bed covers over me when someone called out my name in the room.

"Maya..."

I froze, goosebumps covering my skin.