Semua Bab I Never Hated You : Bab 41 - Bab 50

“ Coming to pick you up”, Cole sent me a message the following morning as I was getting ready for work. We had spent some time talking about random things the night before. I introduced him to Sasha and he left after a while. It had been ages since he sent me a message, and I still didn't know how he got my new contact. “ Okay. Call me when you get here”, I texted back, going on to clean my face with a wiper. I applied moisturizer on my face, taking a look at the mirror and instantly feeling down. A pimple was sticking itself out of my skin, screaming loudly from my cheek. Even though I felt every urge to pop it, I controlled myself not to because I knew that popping it will leave a black spot when it heals. I draped on a vintage shirt and black pants, and then took my briefcase out, making a stop at the kitchen to breakfast together for myself. “ Good morning”, I said to Sasha as she walked out of her room and stood at the sitting room, facing the kitchen. “ Good mo

“ The senator?” I asked, perplexed. He nodded. “ Wait, wait, I don't get it, how the hell is senator Hillary related to any of this?” He exhaled deeply, looking around as if anyone was eavesdropping on us. “ Did he kill the girl?” I asked, becoming impatient at this point. “ No, he didn't”. “ Then how is he related to it? How is he the perpetrator?” “ His nephew killed the girl, and just so that he can get his nephew off the hook, he tampered with the evidence so that he could frame me”, he said, almost whispering. I was still very much confused, and couldn't get the clear picture of what he was actually trying to talk about. “ Mr Wade, to be sincere, I do not actually comprehend the picture you're trying to draw here, but I want to make sure of something; are you certain of what you're saying?” I asked, intuitively lowering my voice too. “ Look, the senator has eyes and ears everywhere. The guards, the detectives handling the case, probably, even the judge t

“ Of Miss Edwina, sir”, I said, feeling thankful that I remembered the name of the dead girl. “ Okay”, he said and stood up, going to his shelf. He went through series and series of files, and after a long wait if about fifteen minutes, he said, “ aha, here it is”, he said, placing the file on the table, “ here is her forensics results”. “ I took the file and went through it. It showed nothing that I was looking for. It was just exactly the same one that was in my case file. No indication of rape or any other person's fingerprint, just the cause of death which was said to be bleeding, and Mr Wade’s finger prints which were found on her skin. Not even a single weapon was found, making me wonder if Mr Wade had inflicted all those scars on the girls body with his bare hands. He really had to be a werewolf to pull that stunt. “ Thank you very much sir”, I said, looking up from the file. “ No problem, I was just doing my job, and if there is any other way that I can help with you

Alex was the motherfucker who deflowered me. He was a deceiver, a fraudster, a con artist; at least that was I knew him for, and it wasn't because he had stolen from me or any other person that I know of. It was just because of the fact that he had deceived me into thinking that he had green eyes. He was smart, like every con artist needed to be, and eloquently tongued. His words fell out of his mouth with the appropriate frequency and fluency, and after having a small talk with him at a bar in Boston years back when we were both still students, I had accompanied him back to his place where I spent the night pleading with him to have mercy on me as he almost fucked me to death. It was painful; the sex, very painful, and my ass was sore for the next few days, but it was a soreness that I had relished. His evil eyes which I thought were green locked with mine as he kept pounding into me that night without mercy even with all my plea, enjoying the fact that his cock was makin

When I was a child, roughly ten years or eleven. Dad had tried to drive his car into the garage, but his bumper fell to the ground, so he stepped out of the car to check what had caused it, without putting the parking gear. Mom was standing at the end of the garage, and a few seconds after dad got out of the car, the car started moving on its own, aiming towards my mother. I was seated on the passenger seat, and as I watched my mom scream in horror, something came over me, something that made me jump to the driver's seat and press hard on the brakes, saving my mom from being crushed. Till today I still can't really explain what that thing that came over me was, but as those fast kept approaching, I encountered that thing again. Not in me this time, but in Mr Churchill. He was far away from the trunk compared to Alex and I who were busy talking, even Francis was much closer to the open trunk than he was, but the speed with which he rushed and closed the trunk was somet