DARLENE
I know Frank was a troublesome person but he didn't deserve to die before changing his ways.
I can't even place a finger to when he stopped being a good person and turned out to be a criminal! How I wish he didn't hang himself! Oh no!
This is definitely gonna be a sad moment for his parents. I know they will blame us, just like they did with Kate's death but what more can we do? We can't just change nature.
Things have already happened and we've no option but to accept them as they are!
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It's a Monday morning and I've already dropped Shone to school. It's exactly three months since Frank was buried and we were all surprised by the fact that his parents never blamed us. I wonder what's going on in their minds.
After dropping him, I drive to work all alone since Jeff is attending to some other business stuff therefore he woke up very early to
“Darlene Roberts, you're under arrest for the death of George Martins.”I look up with misty eyes only to see a bunch of cops, guns blazing and aimed at me. Funny enough, I don't even freeze neither do I panic. My attention goes back to my ex lover whose limp body is still warm with blood oozing from his forehead and chest. His shirt is torn and his big eyes are staring blankly at me. I've managed to help shut his mouth which was agape and his twisted lips. It seems he had put up one hell of a struggle before he gave up the ghost.“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law.”He repeats and pauses and I hear a shuffling behind me. I'm about to be handcuffed.“You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you be
Three days have elapsed since George traveled. His phone ain't going through and he hasn't made any attempt to call me.Every time I try his number, it sends me straight to voicemail.He promised to keep in touch and if this is how he goes about it, then he must be so good at it.Damn!I can't concentrate on work this Saturday morning...I just can't. All my thoughts are on George and I keep on asking myself if he's okay.But since he promised to keep in touch, I decide to give him the benefit of doubt. He always sticks to his word and this time won't be different.My mind is still preoccupied in thoughts when my phone rings, startling me and making me snap from my reverie.“Hey bitch! Long time... ”It's Kate Dominique my one and only best friend.“Hey gal....”Oh my gosh! I've been so much preoccupied with trying to reach George such that I forgot she existed.
I toss and turn in bed uncomfortably. I'm unable to sleep due to my obsession towards George. I haven't heard from him the whole weekend as well and today I Sunday night.I'll have a busy day tomorrow because we'll be in a meeting with the boss for the better part of the day.Yesterday night, I managed to sleep well due to the wine I took. I kept myself busy through out the day just to avoid thinking about him. However, tonight I can't dare drink because of tomorrow...I pick my phone from the nightstand and check the time. It's half past midnight.No missed call..No text message..Nothing.I groan in irritation as I return the phone back onto the stand.Suddenly, an idea strikes..Why not check his social media pages.Obviously, his WhatsApp last seen is over a week ago and the profile pic is the same.I click on the Facebook icon and search his Facebook username
As I drive towards Craft holdings, I know I'm making a mistake but I've nothing to lose so far. It's like I've already lost George...I only want to confirm my fears.I know he doesn't leave the office early and if he does, I'll get all the information I need from Claire the ever nosy receptionist.Upon parking, I recheck myself on the mirror and upon confirming that I can't look any better, I climb out of my car and head for the elevator. I can't spot his car anywhere in the vicinity but I decide to walk in all the same. His office is in the second floor and with my four inch heels, I can't walk there.Claire is there at the reception all alone, chewing a gum and blowing it as usual.“Hey Darlene, long time? How have you been?”She's grinning from ear to ear.“I'm fine Claire. Is Mr Martins in?”I reply and ask, trying to avoid more questions.“George Martins? Your boyfriend? I tho
*CURRENT DAY*“Hello, Jayson.”I whisper over the phone, my hands griping the device tightly as if my whole life depends on it. My hands are sweaty and the damn phone is about to fall down anytime soon.Why are all these harmful weapons aimed at me?“Hey Darlene, what a pleasure?”He says tiredly from the other side.I understand he's relaxing today being a Sunday.“Jayson... I've been arrested. I'm in police custody. I... ”“What? Why? Where?”He cuts me short and I can hear him panting at the other side.“Eastend police station.”I manage to say before the phone is roughly grabbed out of my grip.I look up and my eyes meet the cop's red ones as he taps the end call button.The cuffs are slipped back into my hands and I'm left all alone in the dimly lit room, helplessly praying for a miracle.I'v
There's no way I'll spend a night in a police cell and get a pint of sleep. I turn and toss in the cold floor, wondering how I'll get myself out of this mess.As I struggle to catch some sleep, my mind goes back to three years ago when I found out George was nothing but a pathetic cheat...a liar!******THREE YEARS AGO*Today is Friday. It's Kate's bridal shower.It's happening in a house in one of the leafy suburbs. Kate has already confided into me that it's the house her wealthy hubby bought for her and they literally live together waiting for their wedding which will take place tomorrow.My ever understanding boss has allowed me to take the afternoon off to go and prepare for the party which will take place later in the evening.Kate being my best friend, I have to be there for her...it's just unfortunate that she didn't choose me to be her best maid due to reasons best known to herself.
I wake up with a start. It's already daytime and light is flooding the whole room. I yawn and stretch then sit up on the bed. I look around and I'm surprised to find myself on my bed in my house.A lot of thoughts crisscross my mind but I can't even place a finger on how I arrived in my house.Shit!My phone is just beside me on the bed therefore I decide to pick it up to call Kate and know who brought me home.I dial her number and before it connects, I happen to get a glimpse of the time and I'm surprised to find out it's already Saturday 3pm.Oh my God!I gasp and panic.Today is Kate's wedding!Oh my!She'll be mad at me for missing her wedding!Her call goes direct to voicemail and upon trying again and again, she's unreachable.No missed calls nor text messages from her.Th
I'm locked up in a dark room when I finally come around. I'm still in cuffs and the cold floor ain't giving me any peace. I'm shivering to the core and I'm afraid I'll catch a cold or something worse.So these people decided to dump me in a cell instead of a hospital?Anyway, what rights does a common criminal like myself have?I hear some murmuring outside but I can't see anyone.I hear the clicking of a lock and the door is suddenly opened.The same middle aged female cop is here, smiling as usual.“Darlene, we've been instructed to transfer you to a remand awaiting your appeal day.”“Remand? Appeal?”I ask astonished.“Don't you want to appeal? Don't you want justice to be done?”She questions still smiling.“I'd love to but...”I trail in my own voice.“Let's move. You'll be presented in court