All Chapters of MATCH MADE IN HELL.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE; THE NIGHT OF AND MORNING AFTER.

I want to disappear so bad. It's not even more about what is happening, it's that I don't know why it is happening. "Are you okay?" I look up and nod. Kerrick has refused to leave my side since we found the body. I don't really mind him being here, he gives me a sense of security. "Why does this keep happening?" I ask getting up from the floor. "We'll figure it out, don't worry," he says helping me up. I need to sleep, I want to get inside my bed and stay there as long as I can. "You know this is now a crime scene," Kerrick says as I start walking to my room. That's it. I turn and walk out of the apartment. "Where are you going? It's late," he shouts out but I don't stop. There is nothing here for me. I want to scream, I want to cry for myself but mostly for Johan, he was just my patient and after all he did to get better just to end up killed.I stop at the mini mart and buy a bottle of whiskey. There is an abandoned building with an incredible view of the city from the roof top. I

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO; DOUBTFUL PROTECTOR.

The news of Johan's death spread quickly, almost like somebody is behind it. Most of my patients get cold feet about coming in for a session, not that I blame them. The ones that don't, expect me to talk about the murder their whole session. No matter how much I want to act like this hasn't affected my life, I can't. Christine is worried and keeps coming in to check on me. There's a knock on the door around midday. It's Jade. The moment she comes in , she walks straight to me and embraces me. I get chocked up holding in the tears and pull back. "How are you doing my sweet darling?" She asks. I look in the other direction and wipe the tears off my cheeks. "I am coping," I say looking back at her and giving her a small smile. "Do they have any suspects?" She asks taking my hand and leading me to couch. "No, they don't even have any leads," I say trying not to sound as defeated as I feel. "What have they been doing? It's been a week already," she is getting worked up. One of the things

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE; NO REGRETS.

Inside me, I have always felt empty. At first, after the death of my family, there was just pure grief. After years the grief eased and slowly by slowly it disappeared leaving me with an emptiness I have been struggling to fill since then.Now more than ever, I feel so alone. I am the talk of every party and gathering of my fellow psychiatrists. I try so hard to act like it doesn't bother me but it does. I feel like some of them think I am a killer or know who the killer is. "You should get out of town for a while," I look back at the direction from which the voice is coming. I see Avan standing at the door way dressed in a casual official manner. "And go where?" I ask, not seriously considering it. "You could go anywhere you like," he says and starts walking towards me. I should go out of town. I could go out of town. What is stopping me? "I'll think about it," I say to him, standing beside me. We look out the window quietly for some time. "Don't think about it, just do it," he say

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR; PREPARING FOR THE TRIP.

It's the fifth night in a row that I had woken up in the middle of the night. I hate sleeping in a hotel. I get up to get water and decide to stay up and catch up on my reading. I end up falling asleep on the couch. The knock on the door wakes me. I think it's the cleaning crew. It is Avan holding two cups of coffee and a sweet smelling box. "I brought you breakfast," he says with a grin which turns into a smirk when he sees the provocative night dress i'm in.I feel embarassed but try my best not to show it. I move back, so he can come in. He closes the door behind him still ogling me. "Stop that," I say walking to the couch. "I can't help it, you look so yummy," he says clearly enjoying my state of discomfort. I stand as soon as he sits besides me. He looks up at me notoriously. "Wait here, I need to shower and change," I say, walking away from him. "Do you need my help?" he asks, with humor in his voice. "No," I scream, walking even faster away from him.**********I get back to f

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE; THE CABIN.

As I drive to the cabin, I try not to think of how I left things or who I left behind. The wind feels great on my face. I feel as though my problems are being carried away. This was a good idea.Its further than I thought it would be and I actually prefer it that way. "Hello, ma'am," a guy with a southern accent approaches me as soon as I pull up. "Hello," I say getting out of the car. "I am Garden White, we talked on the phone," he says offering me his hand which I take. "It's nice to meet you," I say."Everything is prepared for you and I will be just a short drive that way if you need anything." he says, pointing to the right. "Thank you," I say as he offers me the keys to the cabin. "I hope you find what you are searching for," he says with a small smile. "I hope so too."The warmth of the cabin hits me as soon as I open the door. I take my bags in and unpack. Everything in this cabin feels understandably strange but weirdly comfortable. The kitchen is stocked, there are enough su

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX; WHEREVER I GO,THERE HE IS.

"What will you have?" I turn to see Garden standing behind me. "Don't tell me you're also a bartender?" I ask. "It's a small town and someone has to do it," he looks different when he's not covered with layers of jackets and scarves. "I'll have a whiskey," he nods and walks away.I am watching a drunk couple dance. They look so happy, but maybe it is just the alcohol. The bar is not that big and it is full. "Here you go, I made it neat. Hope that's okay," I take a sip and feel the burn go through my throat. "It's perfect," he smiles. "It's good to see you out," he says, wiping the table not that it is dirty. "I decided to do something different tonight." "Good. This maybe a small town but it can get quite interesting if you know where to look," a strand of his hair fall on his face. "And where should I look?" he runs his hand through his hair to keep it in place. "At me."I don't know what to say to that so I take another sip. "Hey, Garden," a group of guys coming inside the bar cal

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN; RUNNING AWAY JUST TO BE CAUGHT.

I don't know how long I have been walking. It's still raining but I can't even feel it. My toes are numb from the cold and my hands are all bruised up from falling over and over again. All I can think about is, I need to get far way from the cabin, the further the better.The whole trail is unfamiliar and made worse by the fact that it is dark. I estimate Garden's house will be closer from the cabin compared to the bar.A twig snaps and I hasten my pace. I can't tell if I am being followed or it's all just in my head. I feel nothing right now, just pure adrenaline and an intense desperation to live. In a rush, I had left my phone in the cabin. I had thought about going back to get it but I couldn't make myself to do it. I can't keep walking, I need another plan and just like that I see car headlights heading my way. I stand in the middle of the road. With all that mist there's a high chance the driver won't see me on time. But what is the alternative? If I stand by the road, even if

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT; SECRET ALIBI.

I have been in the interrogation room for what feels like forever. Every thought that I could have, I have had. Still not a single thing about this whole thing makes sense to me. The door opens to reveal detective Kelly and Kerrick. "Hey, this is just protocol," detective Kelly says as they take their seats across from me. "You arrested me in front of people and you mirandized me. This is not just protocol detective," neither of them argue which means I am right and quite possibly fucked. "Where were you on June nineteenth around eight in the evening?" Kerrick asks, looking at the folder in front of him. He is doing a good job of seperating his emotion from his job. "I was in the supermarket," he nods. Kelly is just looking at me. He is still trying to figure out if I have what it takes to kill someone. I can see it on his face, he doesn't think I am capable of murder. "We looked at the cameras and you were there shortly," I nod. At least I have an alibi. "What I don't understand

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE; REVEALING DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF US.

"How are you holding up?" Avan looks so concerned. It makes my heart break a little. "I'm good given the circumstances. "Please tell me you didn't tell them anything," he says. "There's nothing to tell, I didn't do it," he reaches out and places his hand over mine. I move my hand away. I am afraid the more care he shows me, the weaker I'll get. "I've gotten you a lawyer. He can make almost anything disappear, and I mean anything," I don't want to ask how he knows that. "Thank you." "You believe me though, right?" my voice breaks at the end. "Of course I believe you. Anything you tell me I'll believe," I can't help feel like crying. I hold it in and nod. His face curves into a tiny smile. The door opens to reveal a guy I have never seen before. "I am Alec, your lawyer," he is in an expensive suit. That must mean he is good at what he does or it's just something I desperate need to believe."I think you should leave," he looks at Avan who gives him a death stare. "I am not leaving,"

CHAPTER THIRTY; FIRST NIGHT IN A PRISON CELL.

I am wishing for that hotel room right about now. I am on my own in a cold prison cell with a metallic toilet and a hard bed if I can even call it that. I try to sleep but I can't. Other than the utter discomfort of the bed, I am anxious and nervous about this whole situation. I know Avan told me not to worry and he'll take care of it but I can't help but worry. Just as desperate as he is to get me acquitted so is Kerrick to get me locked up for good. I hear the gate outside unlocking. I close my eyes and pretend I am sleeping. "It's me," it's Kerrick. Still with my eyes closed I turn to face the wall. I hope he goes away but instead he opens my cell door. "I know you are not asleep," I slow my breath. I hear his footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop by my bedside. I feel his breath as he leans over me. His cologne floods my nostril and bring more memories of us. "Wake up Vienna," he whispers and I can't help but shudder. I open my eyes to see his smiling face. He t

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