Masuk146. JANAE "Good morning, Mrs Cooper," a cup of coffee so strong that the smell hits my nose as they set it on the table. I sit up, rubbing my eyes as I look from my left to my right. I didn't sleep a wink, so that means that I look and feel like shit. "My son..." My charred lips move. "Like I said, an officer will visit him this morning. We have a lot to do, Mrs Cooper, so let's get into it." They are not as friendly as they were yesterday, but that's not even the most bothersome part of this entire thing. I finally sit down, and raise the coffee to my lips. They are both seated facing towards me, flipping through the huge files in front of me. "So, Mrs Cooper, we will start by reading your rights..." He goes on reciting the vomit-inducing statement, before flipping through some pages again. "Okay, so, can we go at this head first? You can start by telling us about the secret accounts you stashed the money away in." My hands spread on the table, palms facing up. "What fucki
145. JANAE They didn't come with guns, or sirens, or anything to wake the neighbors up at this ungodly hour, instead they hold my shoulder as they led me out of the house. It is like a dream, not even the cold air on my face can convince me otherwise. "M–my son," I croak. "I need to speak to him, I need to explain..." "Don't worry, Mrs Cooper. Everything will be alright. Come with us in the car, while my partner goes to speak with your son." At least they don't bring those cold metallic cuffs that I have been dreading for ten years. They just take me to their unmarked car and put me in it. Only one of the officers gets into the car, while the other goes back into the house to speak to Luther. I hold my breath, waiting for my baby boy to burst through the door, screaming for his mother to be freed. That's definitely going to get the attention of the neighbors, and I can't help but feel so sorry for him. I'm so pathetic. I wish I had been able to give a better life to Luther..
144. JANAE I push my trolley down the aisle in the superstore, throwing in a few things inside. I just came in here to grab a few boxes, because in the middle of boxing, I realized that I didn't have enough. I'm almost done with packing, since we don't have a lot of stuff that are sentimental to us, but Luther and my rooms are next. I tear off the wrap from a bar of chocolate as I munch on it, pushing the trolley forward with my leg. I see this giant bowl of ice cream through the see-through glass door of the refrigerator, and it makes me smile. Luther has been going through a lot since we have only a few hours left in Densberry, so maybe this is going to be something to cheer him up. I take the ice cream, a couple more goodies, and I'm all set to pay at the front. It's a fairly long line, so I just put my air pods in place and try to wait it out without going into a brief depression myself. I day dream about the next town we are going to, and how Luther is going to get the s
143. LUTHER "Okay, let's go," William closes the door loudly and drives off. "Wait, we don't even have a plan yet.""Are you like a hundred percent sure she saw you yesterday, though?" William asks. My hand rubs my forehead, as if I am about to have a headache or something. "I know I wasn't hallucinating, I saw her by the door, and that look she had in her eyes..." My eyes press shut. "She saw me, she definitely saw me.""If she did, then why hasn't she gone on top of a mountain to scream about it? I mean no offense, but Bernice kind of absolutely hates you right now," Will says."Yeah, no shit." I cringe, I don't want to even think about that right now. "It's even scarier that she hasn't said anything to anyone. Knowing Bernice, she is probably going to go for blood. I'm not scared for myself, just Marlon," I see William's jaw tighten as he makes a turn down to join the traffic. "And Marlon? Have you heard anything from him?" William murmurs. I turned my phone off because I do
142. LUTHER I throw up the content of my stomach into the toilet bowl, and it feels like I'm getting strangled. It's the worst because I haven't eaten well, so really, there isn't much to throw up. Afterwards, I flush the toilet and crawl my way into the hallway, with my back pressed against the wall. My mum is missing. I have looked at every corner of the house, but she is not here. My car is parked outside, her phone is on the sofa, and her keys are by the drawer in the living room. I'm not saying my mother has got up and left Densberry without me, because it's not possible. Not when she is alive and breathing. It looks like she disappeared in the middle of packing, too. Where would she have gone too? It's five o'clock in the morning, and even though it's an emergency for me, I can't go to the neighbor's house to ask if they've seen my mother. However, on the back of my tongue, I can taste the sourness in the situation. It's too odd and full of holes for me to understand it
141. LUTHER I go limb like a corpse, and Marlon notices immediately. "Hey, hey, what's the matter? Are you okay?" He lifts my chin. I swallow a heavy gulp as I nod and force a smile. I don't have the heart to tell him how ruined we are right now. I look through the small glass gap in the door, and her angry face is gone. Was I hallucinating because of how paranoid I was? Or did Bernice of all people see Marlon and I? If she did, why didn't she barge in and make a big scene ? Why did she leave as quietly as she came? I guess it's safe to say that I don't trust Bernice. I don't trust her enough to place Marlon and I's fate in the hands of probability. I have to find out if she was what I saw, and not a fragment of my imagination. If she indeed was... Well, I'm fucked. Marlon and I are...Marlon keeps insisting that my demeanor has changed, like I have gotten some sort of bad news, but I gaslight him into thinking that it's all in his head. We put everything the way it was, and
LUTHER I was just going to teach Marlon a little lesson for treating me so coldly, but what I didn't expect is for that single act to send both of us into the nurse's office. Marlon has suffered a very terrible black eye, and he can't even open it. It's growing bigger and bigger, like a ball.
LUTHER Standing in front of the Hudson mansion, this is the last place I would want to be right now. I adjust the sleeves of my leather jacket before raising my hand to ring the bell. I haven't brought any flowers for Bernice this time around. All the kindness I had for her has been replaced wit
MARLON Luther's phone call has caused something to settle in the pit of my stomach. I somehow knew that something was up with Bernice, but I sure as hell didn't even consider the fact that she would do something as wicked as this. Collins’ entire family has turned on him, even though they are
LUTHER I don't know why she would think that her wicked secrets are safe with me, but she opened her mouth and started to speak. The things she told me made me so uncomfortable that I felt myself almost turn into stone in her chair….I knew that has always been some sort of wickedness to Bernice







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