CHARITY
Riverdale was a relatively small city. Not a hundred thousand population kind of small, I'm talking about a 30,000-population kind of small. No more no less. It's a city where everyone knows every tom, dick and Harry.
Nothing ever happens in the city. Riverdale was more of a retiree home for the elderly who have worked their life off somewhere in the big cities and now seek rest.
And that's where I grew up. And inevitably where I was going back to. Riverdale isn't all bad, the scenery here is beautiful and environment was nontoxic. I consoled with the thought that I needed someplace without the hustle and bustle of the city to keep me sane.
I spent the next couple of days looking up apartments in the city. The best ones were not fit for my pocket, they would have if I accepted Micah's money but that's all I have left of my dignity and I don't regret it. The not so great apartments were a perfect fit but the images made me cringe.
The only one that seemed close to good made me wonder who the heck the apartment owner was. It clearly stated that the pipes were broken, the walls were thin and that there was only one other occupant on the apartment floor right across and a clear notion that it was to be paid in cash. What a great way to put yourself on the market! Still it was just what I needed.
I rented it.
Just a person sharing an apartment floor with me was like sharing it with no one at all. I would be invincible and my plans would fall right in place. I had it all planned out. I blatantly lied to my parents when I called them again this morning, what's there to lose again?
I would be in the town for a couple of weeks to lay low and do some research on a new article I had coming. It's something big that no one except my company knows about and Riverdale is just the right place for me. Why I'm renting an apartment? I don't want to be distracted, it's something big that even my parents can't find out. There you have it! I can mentally imagine my mother squealing in excitement at my perfectly soon to be told lie.
Shayne's downright disagreement at first shocked me. If anyone has mastered the art of lying perfectly, it's Shayne and when she told me that I should come clean to my parents made me wonder if she hit her head while working her shifts at the hospital. Years ago, I wouldn't believe she would be the one to talk me out of things, I was always the good one, the one who managed to get us out of trouble. I guess her job came with so much responsibility after all.
But I didn't care. I wanted to pretend all was fine even if it was just for a few weeks. I wanted to be in control of things like I have always been. A little setback won't bring me down. Cliché but true.
Shayne supported me either way, she was my best friend and I couldn't have it any other way. I was all packed and ready to leave. We had a girl’s night out for the last time, seeing movies, reminiscing the old times, eating our favorite Chicken wings.... sobbing. It was sad. I wasn't just leaving the city I've grown accustomed to; I was leaving my best friend. It only made me realize how much the decisions we make could affect us. I almost felt regret.
But in anyway, correcting our mistakes and moving on from our errors could make up for our flaws. It could make up for mine.
And I was ready to do whatever it takes to have my life back.
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He was a drunk.
I should have known when I saw the apartment commercial he put up. His pale skin, haggard looks and the way his hands were all jittery as he took the money from my hands with a smug grin on his face gave every bit of it away and I almost wince at the thought of my hard earned money probably going for a few rounds of beer at the bar. How he owns a building with 4 floors still baffles me.
"Now be good, your next-door neighbor doesn't like loud people"
My new landlord slurred. I assumed my neighbor was an old lady or perhaps an old man, perfect. The thought that I won't probably have to deal with an annoying neighbor when I've got problems of my own pleased me greatly. It's not like I had horrible neighbors while at Connecticut, I in fact made a couple of friends but not before going all out with most of them. An episode I don't want to talk about.
I simply nodded. Eager to leave the lobby and get my things out of my car. I had promised my parents to come sees them the day I arrive Riverdale. It was no longer an imagination. It was real. I'm here.
The city was only 20 miles away from Connecticut and the drive here was smooth only I was almost phoned to death by someone acting like a nervous mother sending her daughter off to college.
"I can't help it char; I miss you already."
Shayne had said when I angrily told her off the fifth time. I missed her already too.
"Here's your key, 4B—l–last floor" Jittery fingers handed me a bunch of keys.
"I have a spare with me, it's for me to check up on your apartment when you aren't around–you–you can have it if you want c–"
"I'll take it" I said quickly.
A drunk going through my apartment? No thank you. He snickered before handing me a single key. I mouthed a thank you before walking out the lobby and heading for the garage to retrieve my things from the car. It was all neatly packed into boxes and I couldn't pick a more accurate time to mentally thank Shayne for helping me pack.
It wasn't easy carrying tons of boxes–heavy boxes to and fro while my landlord sat in the lobby watching me do it. I didn't expect help from an alcoholic, did I?
My floor wasn't exactly what I expected. It was almost dark, shady and eerily quiet with the light bulb flickering off and on occasionally. So much for my hard-earned bucks. My apartment stood at the rear, before the last one which I assumed was the one my neighbor occupied. Huffing one last time, I dump the last box in front of my door with a frustrated sound. My palms flew to cover my mouth hoping I hadn't woken up an old lady taking her beauty nap.
And ever so quietly, I opened my door and the smell of fresh new paint greeted me as I walked in. I look for the switch and turn the lights on. It didn't look anything like I imagined, it was actually comfy and nice looking, well except for the broken pipes I'd have to deal with later.
I sighed before moving forward to bring my things in. I couldn't unpack as much as I wanted to, it was getting late and I needed to go to my parents and get this over with. And so, after dumping my things in, I close the door taking one last glance at the door at the end of the room before walking towards the elevator.
My landlord was already downing a bottle of beer when I got back to the lobby.
Atta boy!
I completely ignored him , walking out to the garage and over to my car. I did the start the car when I enter, I kept holding and letting out breaths reassuring myself that everything would be fine. It will all be over in a blink of an eye.
After whispering enough words of encouragement to myself, I started the car , it revved and suddenly died down. I tried again and it stilled completely. No! Not today.
"No! No ! Red you can't do this to me today! "
Now I regretted completely ignoring the signs that poor thing hasd been giving me for weeks. Red was a red convertible my parents got me as a congratulatory present the day I got my job, I loved it instantly and named it and it's been through so much with me.
"No no red! You really can't do this to me" I whineed after trying to start it a couple more times.
While still pleading and venting out my on my car. I heard a deep mirthless chuckle. By the sound of it, someone was clearly mocking me. Anger collided with my frustration but as I turned, all I saw was a retreating figure going into my apartment building.
"Jerk" I mutter
So much for good neighbors!
I stumped out of my car and straight into the building. Maybe I better go do that unpacking. My parents could wait another day as much as it bothered me. I didn't see anyone except my partially drunk landlord. Whoever that jerk was, I had a feeling I wouldn't like him . I take the elevator to my apartment hissing at no one in particular.
As if my car's breakdown wasn't enough, someone was listening to ground shattering and ear blocking rock music. Really! It took a while to actually realize that the noise came from my floor.
There was only one other person on this floor. Didn't that drunk say my neighbor doesn't like loud people?
Then it hit me. I made the assumptions on my own. I didn't know who it was in there and I wasn't sure why rock music was their type of music but one thing was for sure;
My next door neighbor was no old lady.
CHARITY "Oh my freaking God! " A shriek. Clearly not the kind of greeting I expected as I walked into the stuffy company for the first time. I wasn't even in a good mood to say the least. My favorite and only car completely broke down and I had to wait a whole thirty minutes for my godforsaken uber!Not to even mention the loud music from the other apartment that kept me up all night! They were pretty loud for people who hated noise. My new work place might not really please me but I was never a tardy person and so that's why I am still rooted to a spot, in shock, not only from the shriek that broke out but the tight embrace I was locked in. I slowly disentangled myself from the chubby arms that held me so tight I could break and I come face to face with a lady with fiery red hair and makeup that looked like half the paint my new apartment had. It&
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*DAY ONE*Darkness. Pitch black . Nothingness. Emptiness. Coldness. What are these feelings? Am I in hell? Is this what hell feels Ike? Never been burned before but I'm sure this is scarier than a fire burning with brimstone. The darkness is sickening. Frightening. I want to get out of it. I desperately want to run out through the closed doors that shut me out and away , into this world of nothingness. In the darkness, I searched desperately for the light switch. The lamp. A candle. Anything to light this place up and bring with it the warmth I need. There is no lamp. In the same darkness I search for the windows. Why is there no window? Then I searched for the doors. Light suddenly creeps In. Did I find the door? The light was one-sided at first and then another floods from a different angle and it was almost blindning. The doors open and close momentarily. I came to realize that the doors were my eyes. And the darkness was from having them closed
CHARITY(Author's note: Though, these are my character's thoughts, the first few paragraphs stem from my own sentiments about life, unexpected twists and turns and Determinism (a concept that states; what will be will be "QUE SERA SERA")"Life is so unfair"That very statement. It has been so overly used that it has lost its meaning and purpose. It has lost the drive that makes us feel the intensity of the statement. Before we get to the point where we voice out that statement,we would have asked ourselves so many questions we got no answer to. Why did it happen? Why did it have to happen to me? And why did it have to happen at this particular time? Why me? Why not someone else? Why did he have it so easy? Why didn't she even break a sweat while I went through so much to achieve this? In the end, we go back to the same statement: life is so unfair. That's justWhen things take an unexpected twist and turn and we're met face to face with a shocking r
CHARITY*My phone wouldn't stop ringing as I drove as fast as I could to the given destination. I ignored the incessant ringing knowing who it was. The detective really has to wait. Answering his call could give away my location and I don't need him ruining my chance to actually meet Alice.His calls keep going into voicemails and they all played one after the other. Each one longer and more aggravating than the last. Boy! Was he angry."Pick up the damn phone Charity! Where are you""I can't find you on any of the roads that leads to your home Charity, where are you?""I told you to stay!!! I told you not to leave no matter what and now you won't answer my call? For God's sake answer the damn phone!""Please Charity! You don't know how worried I am right now. Are you okay? Just answer the phone please"The last one was calm and he sounded less annoyed but frustrated at the same time. I felt really bad for ignoring him a
CHARITY*I couldn't move a muscle from where I stood watching my father. I watched as his face turned pale and his expression, hard. He told me to leave but I don't know why I stayed. Normally, I feared my father and respected his commands but right now the only fear I had was not from him but for him. I feared for my father because I have never seen him so disoriented and whatever it is that has him like this, it has something to do with Alice, Dwyer's sister.The name sounded so familiar but it was like a chip off a distant memory. I tried to make a replay in my head of the places I've been and people I've met. If the sounds familiar, then I'm sure I've seen whoever bears that name.Nothing came up in my brain. It was totally blank. Why did the name have such a powerful effect on my father?"Dad". I called out with a voice so small I could hardly hear myselfThe steaming atmosphere between us was far gone replaced by a c
DWYER*After a few minutes of consultations and discussions that seemed to me like hours, Roman finally came back into the interrogation room with a phone in his hand."What took you so long? I didn't Know being a policeman required so much paperwork too" I taunted. He only shook his head at me and threw the phone on the table in front of me."I'm only doing this because it's you. Besides, there isn't enough evidence asides from the footage. That's the only thing that points towards you for now"I rolled my eyes at him. "What other evidence is more than my testimony and my admittance to my crime Romy?" I said and continued "I might not be educated or savvy like you are but I do know things too"He looked everywhere but at me. I Know why he's doing this. He was giving me time to refute my own claims and to confess who the true criminal is but once again, I've gone too far to just stop now. By now, Alice should be out of the town on her
*CHARITY* The news was blaring. The town was rowdy. My phone was ringing incessantly. But all these sounds only faded into the background of my own thoughts. I was so lost in them that I lost the will to do anything other than to stare into open space. Shayne is seated across from me , eyes fixated on me as if my next move would determine her own reaction to it. I don't blame her. I filled her in after returning from the police station about everything that happened. If she was shocked or disappointed in me, she didn't show it. All she did was pull me into herself and enveloped me with her arms. I welcomed the gesture as I had no choice. Each time the news comes on, Shayne moves to turn it off but I stop her each time. I needed to know what was going on since I wasn't allowed to see him. The police still haven't released an official statement yet and everyone wondered why. I wondered why too. What is holding the detectiv
"where is she? where Is Alice?!!" The intense look in Roman's eyes when he said those words reminded of the first time I heard him say them,15 years ago. Although I hate going down the memory lane of those years, I couldn't ignore the urge to remember the years we spent together as best friends, a part of our memory and our lives that we have both decided to keep a secret--like it never happened. A part of my own life that makes my heart clench whenever I think about it. Roman was the most serious one of us both. The one who never missed classes. The one who topped the class in every subject. The one who just happened to be the favorite of every teacher. The one who went on competitions and won fabulous prices and awards for the school that I'm sure still adorns the hallways of whatever is left of the local Riverdale high school. His social life was amazing too. He made heads turn and he broke a few hearts while he wore his on his sleeves. I really lost count
DWYER."You should stay away from her. She's a fucking reporter! You said you wanted to keep me safe but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe too and being with her is dangerous for you both, don't you get it? It all went wrong the moment she saw you"Those were the longest words my sister said to me since we moved here and they pointed to just one person: Charity. The day after the murder, I had gone to see my sister knowing she would be shaken up by it all. I had called her therapist to tell him about it and yes I left out the part that his patient killed her rapist. No one has to know that. Just like I thought, she was going crazy. She had taken tons of pills that the therapist had given her at the first few years of her which she relied on too much. She only Stopped taking then months ago when her therapist said she was fine without them and now it seemed like they were the only thing that could relieve her of her pain. She mumbled incoherent words as tears stre