CHAPTER FIVE
As army drove in silence, I felt the city’s cool breeze and liveliness outside the window. Though I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched completely, but with Army by my side, I felt a sense of safety.
We finally got to army’s apartment it was a very small one, but the street looks and feels calm that I couldn’t help but think.
“I think I’ll be safe here” I thought.
Army unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. I took a deep breath as a sense of relief washed over me. For the first time since I got released. The apartment was cozy with few touches that made it feel like home and I absolutely loved it.
Army quickly excused herself to the kitchen. I sat in her small living room while waiting for her show up.
Few minutes later, army came back with a cup of steaming coffee.
“Here” she said handing the cup of coffee to me.
“And welcome to my humble abode” she said, with a broad smile plastered across her face.
I returned the smile, while I took the coffee in silence.
“Can you tell me all that happened now? You’re looking so different and I’m worried and curious to know everything” She said, as a worried look took over her smiling face.
I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. “Like I said earlier, it’s a long story”
“And we have the whole of the night to talk about it,” she cut me off casting me an angry glare.
I smiled a little before starting to fill her in on everything that had happened to me.
Flashback.
“ Camellia, go check who’s at the door” my mum had called out to me.
I was in my room on that fateful day when we heard a knock on the door. While mum and Lucia were both busy in the kitchen and dad busy in his study room, I was the only one who’d be able to go get the door.
I slipped into my flip-flops as I made my way to the door. Not knowing my life was about to take a new turn. I opened the door to see some angry looking police officers. I was surprised to see them in our house, and just when I was about to go back in to call my dad. One of the police officers spoke.
"Are you camellia smith?” One of the police officer who looked friendly asked.
“Y-yes “ I stammered
“And you know Eric caddel “ He asked further.
“ Y-yes”
“Camellia, who’s there? “ my mum’s voice cut in from the kitchen.
“The cops are here” I replied her.
“Cops?” She asked. While I turned to the officers.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Eric caddel was found dead in his apartment last night…” the cop’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication.
“My hands became sweaty and shaky and a feeling of uncertainty rushed over me.
“And his death wasn’t as a result of suicide.
I stood there like a statue trying to process all that I’ve heard, the only thing that keeps ringing a bell in my head is “ Eric is dead”
“Eric dead? How?”
“ oh my goodness, Eric is dead?” Army’s voice brought me back to reality.
“I nodded my head, wiping the tears that slipped out of my eyes, as I continued.
“Eric caddel was murdered in cold blood last night in his apartment” he said.
And my mind drifted away, thinking of who could have killed him.
”Miss Camellia," the cop who noticed I was lost in thought called me back to reality.
“ what do we owe this visit for? “ my dad’s voice came from behind me. He was standing alongside my mum and Lucia. Guess my mum had gone to inform him the moment I told her about the cops.
“Good morning Mr Smith, your daughter here is under arrest for the murder of Eric Caddel” he announced.
“What!” My family and I shouted in shock.
“Murder? I didn’t kill anyone” I replied with my hands shaky and sweaty. I was scared even though I know I was innocent.
My father’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched me interact with the police.
“What do you mean she killed Eric? They’ve broken up for a month now and they haven’t seen each other since then.. so,what bullshit are you saying?” Lucia retaliated, obviously pissed.
“Please kindly come with us to the police station” the cop said, ignoring what Lucia had said, as he made his way to me pulling out a cuff.
“I’m not going to the station with you guys, I honestly have nothing to do with this. I haven’t seen or spoken to Eric since our relationship ended” I replied hiding behind my mum.
My dad, who had immediately gone silent since the outburst, spoke up.
“Why are you accusing my daughter of such a criminal offense? Eric is her ex boyfriend doesn’t mean she killed him, they aren’t even talking so what do you mean?” My dad asked.
“Eric was found in his room in the pool of his blood and the last person he called was your daughter, mind explaining that Miss?” He asked looking so impatient.
My dad went mute after the cop words, he couldn’t believe Camellia was still seeing Eric after everything.
“That’s a lie…Eric didn’t call me, he never did “ i replied in my defense.
The cops payed deaf ears to all I said and forcefully pulled me away.
I pleaded with my dad to do something, but the old man was so pissed and instead, he said
“ I’ve always warned you about that guy, but you wouldn’t listen and claim it’s love
Now, see where it has landed you, YOU MURDERER”
“What?…you mean your dad said this to you?” Army’s voice had draw me back to the present again.
I nodded my head giving her a light smile.
She was about saying something, when we heard a loud bang on the door, fear gripped me immediately.
“Who’s at the door?
“Are they finally here for me?”
Tons of questions running through my mind as she made for the door.
“I’m coming….” She said.
Williams hand tightened around her trembling frame. The rain had increased and now drumming against his back. “Camellia!” His voice broke, raw with panic.Her eyes fluttered, unfocused, her breath shallow. He felt the fragility of her body against his chest, like holding something too fragile to exist in such a harsh world.“No, no….” His words tumbled out, desperate.He shoved the car door open and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut against the roar of the storm. Droplets clung to her lashes, sliding down her pale cheeks as though the rain itself wept for her. He yanked off his jacket, bare chest slick with rain, and wrapped the coat around her small body.Her head slumped against the seat. And for a terrifying second, he thought he’d lost her.his chest clenched until she let out a weak cough. Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived.“Don’t look at me like that” she whispered, eyes darting away.Williams swallowed hard. “even at the edge of collapse, she was fighting h
Camellia’s pace quickened, the city blurring around her. His footsteps followed, steady and relentless, and each one tightened the knot in her chest. No matter how far she went, his voice chased her.“Camellia… Camellia.”Williams caught up, his hand closing gently around her arm. “Wait. Please.”She stopped, but didn’t turn. The warmth of his touch burned through her sleeve, sending shivers across her skin. “What do you want from me?” Her voice was stern, almost cold.Breathless, Williams stepped in front of her, eyes searching her face. But when she refused to meet his gaze, his chest fell with a sigh. “I just want to talk,” he said softly, almost pleading. “I didn’t mean to scare you last night.”Slowly, she lifted her head, eyes wary. “Why? Why do you want to talk to me? You don’t know me.”His jaw tightened, his voice dropping to a whisper. “How could I not?”Camellia frowned, but he pressed on, offering a faint smile. “Because I want to be your friend.”“Friend?” she repeated, s
Williams' breath hitched. Her eyes, even in the dim streetlights, held a depth that pulled him in.They weren't just looking, they were seeing.They were the kind of eyes that had witnessed too much, yet still held a fragile, almost defiant, spark. He felt a jolt, like a forgotten melody suddenly returning to him.Camellia felt a tremor run through her as her pulse raised. her hands tightening around Amy’s. She should have looked away, should have broken free from that gaze… but she couldn’t. His eyes held something raw, something searching, as though he could see straight through her.Amy, oblivious to the storm between them, skipped forward. “Willy! Hey!”The silence snapped. Williams blinked, jaw tightening, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Amy.” His voice was rough, low.“Camellia,meet my new friend, Williams,” Amy introduced brightly.Williams forced a smile, stretching out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”Camellia froze. Ignoring the hand, she offered only a hesitant, polite sm
That evening, Williams lay sprawled on his bed, headphones tossed aside, when he heard a bang on the door.“Come in,” he muttered.His father stepped in, voice sharp as steel. “Williams. We need to talk.”Williams sat up slowly, already bracing. “About what?”“Your future. Enough with this music nonsense. The force needs young blood, and you’re fit for it.”Williams clenched his jaw. “Dad, I’ve said it a thousand times. I’m not throwing away my dream just to chase criminals.”“Williams!”He cut him off, heat rising in his chest. “Ain’t parents supposed to back their kids up? You’ve never supported me. Not once. And now that I finally got into MM Academy, you’re still against me? I thought you’d be proud. Guess I was wrong. Maybe Mum would’ve been happy…”The words ripped out of him, raw, leaving his throat tight. Before his father could answer, Williams grabbed his jacket and stormed toward the door.“Williams!” The old man’s voice cracked for the first time.He stopped, hand on the k
[next day] A week later, the scent of fresh paint still clung faintly to the air in their new apartment, a welcome change from the musty hotel room. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating boxes still waiting to be unpacked, yet a sense of calm was slowly settling in.“A breath of fresh air” Camellia murmured, almost to herself.But Amy was beaming.“ See, I did a good job… a perfect place for us,” Amy said, spinning slowly in the middle of the room like a child seeing snow for the first time.For the first time in days, Camellia’s lips curved into a genuine smile. “Yeah. You did great.”“Of course,” Amy said, a whirlwind of energy surged through her as she started unpacking and both girls set to do the job.Amy was quick to embrace the city. She already knew which streets smelled of fresh bread in the mornings, which corners played the liveliest music at night, and somehow, she was already exchanging numbers with strangers who’d become friends. Her laughter always echoes
Chapter 13[ At a mini studio]“For fuck’s sake Ethan, what are we doing here?” Williams asked with a frown, while Ethan remained silent and moved to the computer on the side table, scrolling.Ethan had pulled him to their mini studio, and Williams was still mad he’d ruined his moment with the lady at the park.”“Here!” Ethan suddenly exclaimed, his grin wide and eyes glued to the screen.Williams stared at him blankly like some weirdo. “ What do you mean, we’re in?”“Well… “ Ethan spun the monitor toward him grinning widely. “ It means we freaking made it! MM Academy. And you know what that means, right? “ Ethan asked.The words took a second to sink in. Williams leaned closer, scanning the screen until he found them:#5: WILLIAMS WYATT#6: ETHAN DAWSONBoldly written on the screen.“ You’re kidding right?” Williams breathed.“We're in,” Ethan repeated, his grin stretching wider. “ You're welcome, by the way. Imagine if I hadn't yanked you away from that girl .”“ That girl,” William