جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

“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

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

*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

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

It's about three months since I took over this branch as the manager.Life has been good and I'm not complaining.It's also over four months since that lame excuse of a man eloped with my bitch of a best friend. To say I've moved on will be pure lying but to be sincere, I'm struggling to.The intercom on my table buzzes as I get myself engrossed in thoughts. I tap on the button and the receptionist's voice comes through.“Good afternoon madam.”“Good afternoon Daisy, can I help you.”I ask in my bored tone.“Not really madam, but there's a guy here who wants to see you.”She says.“Does he have an appointment?”I ask.“He doesn't but he says it's urgent and crucial.”“It's okay, let him in.”Who might be this guy who insists to see me?I can't stop asking my