MasukCHAPTER 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.
“You what?” his father finally asked, voice low, stunned more than angry.“I said I want to be a police officer,” Williams repeated quietly, his eyes steady, his heartbeat anything but.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.The rain kept falling, soft against the window.Mr. Wyatt leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You know…” he said, a weary smile ghosting across his face, “for years, that was all I wanted…. for you to wear that uniform. To follow the same path I did.”Williams blinked. “So… you’re not angry?”“Angry?” His father chuckled, but it sounded sad. “No, son. Just surprised. Because I remember the night you said you’d never be like me. You said music was your home, not the system.”Williams lowered his gaze. “Things changed.”“Changed, or someone changed them?” Mr. Wyatt asked gently.Williams didn’t answer.Mr. Wyatt stood and came around the desk, stopping beside him. “Listen, son… I know I pushed that dream on you for too long. But I meant it when I said I w
The next day]The rain hadn’t stopped since morning.It fell in steady sheets, a rhythm he used to hum along to, a rhythm that once became songs. Now, it just sounded like everything he’d lost.Williams sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed.The room was dim. Dust clung to the corners. Posters of singers he had idolized stared down at him, silent witnesses to a boy who once believed music could fix the world.He remembered the first time he sang for someone who mattered. His mother had stood in the doorway, arms folded, that quiet smile that always made him feel alive.“You sound just like me,” she had said. “ I used to sing like that….from the heart…. But don’t worry son, I’m rooting hard for you. You’re going to become the biggest artist soon.”Her voice echoed in his memory now, soft and fragile, carrying a warmth that the world had slowly stolen away.He traced the edge of the desk absentmindedly. His guitar lay untouched in the corner, strings gathering dust
Chapter 30That night, Camellia couldn’t sleep. She sat by the window, knees pulled to her chest, staring into the darkness.Something was wrong… she could feel it. Williams’ silence wasn’t just mood. It was distance.For a moment, she thought about calling him.Then decided against it. If he wanted to talk, he would.Her phone buzzed. A message from Liam:“Hey Cami… hope you got home safe… take care and see you tomorrow.”Camellia exhaled. “I need sleep,” she muttered.Williams stood outside his father’s study. The lights were still on, the door slightly open. He hesitated before stepping in.“Williams,” his father greeted, looking up from a stack of papers. “Still up?”“Yeah,” he muttered, eyes scanning the desk until they stopped on a stack of forms…. police academy applications but he couldn’t find that one file….Camellia’s file. “Not your kind of dream, huh?” Mr. Wyatt asked, a half smile on his face.Williams didn’t answer. He only stared.“Take one. Maybe you’ll need it someda
The apartment was quiet when Williams got home.Too quiet.His father’s shoes weren’t by the door, his jacket wasn’t on the hanger. The faint hum of the fridge was the only thing that answered him.He stood there for a moment, the leather folder still in his hand….. the same one Cole had dropped earlier, heavy with names and secrets.He told himself to wait.To leave it alone.To respect boundaries.But curiosity was a disease….. and tonight, it itched under his skin.The name “Camellia” ringed a bell in his head.He sat on the edge of his bed, unbuckled the clasp, and flipped the folder open.The first thing he saw wasn’t a report.It was a face.Camellia’s passport photo stared back at him….. the same eyes, the same quiet defiance that had pulled him in since the first day they met.The world stilled.For a heartbeat, he couldn’t breathe.What the hell…? Her name was printed neatly beneath the picture: Camellia Smith. He flipped through the pages….. arrest records, missing files,
The next few days passed like a quiet song… the kind that lingers long after it ends.Camellia laughed more now. Not much, but enough for Amy to notice.Enough for Williams to want to see it again.They met more often….. sometimes with Amy tagging along, sometimes not. It became a habit neither of them wanted to break. And her bond with Miss Clara grew stronger, too. Clara checked in often, sent her little messages, and sometimes pictures of her son, Liam.One evening, Williams found himself at the café where Camellia had asked him to meet her. The place was nearly empty…. just the soft hum of a refrigerator and a faint jazz tune spilling from an old speaker.Camellia sat near the window, her hair tucked loosely behind her ear. When she saw him, her face lit with that quiet surprise that always melted him.“You’re early,” she teased lightly.“I can’t keep you waiting,” he said, sliding into the chair across from her.She smiled faintly, shaking her head as she reached for her mug. “Yo
Hours later, Williams pulled up at Camellia’s apartment.She had finally agreed to go to the café with him, and he was more than excited to spend time with her. Even though she didn’t say much, he was grateful she was gradually opening up to him…. no matter how little.Inside, Camellia was already dressed and waiting for Amy. She felt lighter today and decided to wear the blue dress Amy had bought her. Her hair was styled neatly. Standing before the mirror, she studied her reflection.It had been a long time since she looked this good.“I guess Miss Clara was right after all,” she murmured.“Amy, are you done?” she called.“Few minutes more, please,” Amy replied from the bathroom.“Come on…” Camellia sighed, sitting on the bed.A few minutes later, Amy stepped out….gorgeous as ever.“Wow,” Camellia breathed, “you look so good.”“Thanks, bae,” Amy said with a grin, and together they rushed out.Outside, Williams stood waiting, dressed simply in a white shirt and light denim jeans, sle







