61.For Alita to get the detective, her partner, and a few others to leave the station she had to mess with Ana's body in a way that would draw so much attention. She had done it before so finding her way back to the slab room in the hospital was easy but opening Ana up and burying nylon of cocaine inside her and sowing her back up was the hard part. After testing the drug sample she got out of Ana, she found out that it wasn't completely raw but it was top grade. They used to grade cocaine in percentages according to how diluted they were. Ana had been loaded up with eighty percent high-grade cocaine after being murdered. It was just utter disrespect.Alita knew where she would find that grade of cocaine. She knew the customers that bought it directly from Richie to sell it in the black market to paranoid wealthy men who wouldn't want the word out that they do drugs. She had made enough money to afford a good quantity of cocaine so she set out to get it. But there was one problem.
62.Alita watched the police officer that escorted her to the cell as he walked back. She waited until she stopped hearing his footsteps before climbing up the bed and pushing up a compartment of the ceiling that lead into the ceiling. She raised one leg to the window from the bed and spread her palms on the wall, then flexed her muscle and push herself up until her other leg was on the wall where her palms were and her hands had pushed the ceiling open. She put her head through and managed to raise the rest of her body she was out of the cell and in the vent. SShe had memorized which turn would lead to where so she was above the room where they kept both staff and case files in no time. She came down and searched through the files until she found the one that had the detective's picture. She sneered as she read the name out, "Martha Stewart." Alita stood there learning all she could about Detective Martha Stewart: she had only two cases unsolved and thereby closed in her entire twe
63"She didn't die of drug?" Martha asked into the air, scrunching up her face as she stared at Ana's hand. "But the autopsy that came along with her body said she was pumped with too much cocaine so she died," she crossed her hands over her chest.The fat guy that Alita scared off from the slab room to Dr. Chris's office the first time she came cleared his throat and everybody turned to look at him. He raised his hand nervously and Martha gestured for him to speak. "Ours is different," he said looking downwards."What do you mean different?" Martha asked."She has broken ribs and bruises around her neck from being strangled," He said, fiddling with his fingers."What? Why wasn't I informed about this?" Martha asked.He looked at her and nodded and said, "I did the autopsy only a few days ago so… I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't want to get myself into trouble or anything. I was just supposed to put her in the slab but since there wasn't an autopsy, I thought doing one for t
64."Hey," Alita said when she walked into Benson's room and found him sitting down bed, hugging his thighs and lost in his thoughts. He didn't even hear her come in. "How're you holding up," she asked, her face contorted and her voice soft and tender like she was staring at a broken toy and asking out to nothing why it was broken whether it could be fixed. She hated seeing him like that –gloomy and dejected. "I didn't hear you come in," Benson said in a deep husky, and tired voice. He had probably been awake throughout the night. "I told you this was out of bounds," he chuckled. She gave a mirthless laugh and then said, "You should know by now that I mostly do what I am asked not to. You just make it irresistible for me when you say don't do this or that," she smiled weakly, studying him. 'I couldn't stop worrying about you. I hate to be left alone when I am something worries me enough to keep me awake at night. I always over-stretch my mind over the matter and end up thinking too
“Since when could she talk like this?” Benson’s brow knitted. “A while now,” she muttered as she tried to get on her feet. “Hmm, that is amazing,” He nodded his head and leaned on the door frame. “My mother always said that I was slow at growing up entirely. I didn’t walk, I didn’t talk early… I didn’t do all the basic stuffs early.”“Wow, who would have thought the great BA was a sloppy baby,” she chuckled as she sat on the edge of the bed. “Careful now, I am very sensitive about my baby days,” she said playfully. He paused and casted his gaze on Julie, watching her marvel at her toys as she tossed them away and then crawl to where she had tossed them to. “She calls you mum.” He sighed and jerked his head back to her face. “You are comfortable with that? I mean…it isn’t weird for you?”Alita finally let out a long sigh, rotated her shoulder and then cleared her throat. Inwardly thankful that the conversation didn’t go down the way she had thought it would. “Well…I just go with th
66"You have to calm down," Sarah said. Sadness clouded her features as she was worried for the sanity of her beloved. Luke had been working and digging for the past few days even though most of the time he was looking over the same set of details to see if he had missed something. She was seeing him go crazy right in from of her. "I can't," he said after kneading his temple and reclining into the couch he was seated. "I can't calm down, Sarah, I just can't. This whole case in weighing heavy on me.""I know… but you don't have to carry it alone," she threw her hands in front of her. "You can at least take a break and breath," she pouted.He closed his eyes and made a steeple of his fingers. "Every second matters and right now I can't get shit out of anything. It all just doesn't make sense. It's just ridiculous how they followed him to Australia, killed a lady drugs and brought the body back, saying he is responsible for it. I know Ben, he can't do something like that."He opened hi
67."I am going to see Luke," Benson said pulling his face away from hers. "He has something for me.""I heard you talking to him… what's up?" She muttered. "I heard you hearing me," He said smiling and looking about himself. He found a stain on his shirt and frowned. "Oh, you did?" she said in a blush, biting her nails. "Yes, I did.""It's your fault I was doing that," She whined. "Not really… you are responsible for you actions," he drawled, looking at her from her feet to her face. "You held me from behind and I couldn't stop thinking about your cock on my ass the minute I stepped out of the room. I had to calm myself down someway before implode," she rolled her eyes at him. "You'll have to change that now, right?" she inquired."Yea… perils of being a father," he said as he walked to the door. "Sorry but that is the first time you have carried her this week… she likes to leave a mark on people," Alita said in Julie's defense. Inwardly she thanked Julie for staining his shirt
68.Benson heard his phone ring but it was a distant whisper to his ears as he was too engulfed at the moment as she impaled Alita just the way she wanted. Their breaths somehow synced as their bodies gushed out sweat as they twined. He put her legs down and lowered himself, stretching his body over hers. His lips found her nips. His eyes popped open in surprise as a soft moan left her lips as he continued to ravish her tits. He kneaded the other as she sucked on the other all the while maintaining his slow waist movement, lovingly thrusting in and out of her. He would go in as deep as he could and only pulled out after she heaved or moaned. He raised his face to hers and looked into her eyes as their body jerked in rhythm. Her eyes were closed and her mouth agape as she gasped. He nibbled her lower lips and started smothering kisses from her neck down her chest and back to her boob. She grabbed his hair and pressed his head down on her boobs as she felt his lips engulf her nip. He
It took a few days for things to come back to normal between Alita and Benson. It almost felt like the getting-to-know each other phase of their relationship just with serious sexing and less conversations, and she was sleeping on the same bed with him, yet.Alita had changed a bit in about a month they were separated. She had gatherer enough money to start her dream styling firm to incorporate her into the fashion industry, where she had always believed she belonged, which meant she had no time for nannying, although it wasn't all that necessary because she was used to taking Julie with her already. The problem was that Benson missed her presence more at home.They managed and in no time, came back to full connectivity.Benson kept his break up with Alita away from his mother. He couldn't afford her drama. And she was going to scold him for letting Alita go.Alita too didn't tell anyone. Sarah thought her disappearance was because Benson impregnated his ex-wife. She was shocked when
Benson stayed in his house almost emptying his bar. He switched his phone off so nobody would disturb him. He was devastated. He had been living a lie all the while. Many times, Sarah and Luke came to look for but he never came out. It didn’t look like he was in the house.He just had to call off their engagement. She went too far and he couldn’t live with it. He couldn’t help but imagine how his life would have been if Alita came out and told him she Julie was his flesh and blood.It was unbelievable. Chris had assured him that he was impotent and that they had tried everything but nothing worked. He had to know for sure and the only way to that is to go back to the beginning.For the first time ever since that day, Benson went out of the house. He went to the hospital to meet and confront Chris about what Alita had told. There had been too many lies and falsehood around his life in the recent days and knowing this one truth or lie, whichever it would turn out to be, would be liberat
“I was scared you would leave me if I told so I didn’t. This is me as I am, covetous. I don’t regret keeping this away from you but I am sorry I did. I mean it when I say I would do anything to keep you with me forever, and this—this was something I thought I had to do. I love you and I don’t want to lose you,” he peered into her eyes. “Please don’t hate me. Don’t stop loving me. I there were many times I wanted to tell you but how does a man walk up to his dear love and tell her to forget about any dream of ever having her own children?”“I knew, Benson,” Alita looked down as she pressed her lips together. “I knew if I stayed with you, I wouldn’t have any children but it didn’t matter to me because I love you so I stayed. I got so wrapped up in my mind with jealousy and contempt that it escaped my mind. I felt threatened and intimidated by her that I let her get in my head with her selfish words,” she leaned of the wall and held her hands in front of her.“You knew. How?” Benson’s br
The moment long waited for was there, and Alita wore a smile that evening as Charity stated she was leaving. It felt unreal that the whole ominous atmosphere was clearing already.“It is nice having you,” Alita waved her hand at Charity. “You can pop and high any time you want,” she lied.I don’t want to ever see you here again.As the door slid open, Alita shut her eyes and drew in a long breath, absorbing the relief in the air. She had missed the feeling. Her joy was cut short when she heard Charity’s voice.Haven’t you left?“I can’t go like this,” CHarity exclaimed, shaking her head as she shut her eyes. “I wanted to keep it to myself, but I just can’t,” she sniffled.Alita glanced at Benson, and he bobbed his head. “What are you talking about?” she held her hand to her chest.“He knows,” Charity pointed at Benson.Alita turned to Benson and batted her lashes numerously at him.“Know what exactly? Where are you driving?” Benson inclined his head and folded his hands across his che
Alita was shocked to see the door slide open. Benson just walked to his room, and they were the only two people that could open the door.She balled her fist, waiting to see the figure standing in front of the door. She couldn’t see the face of the woman but as the door slid wider, she recognized who it was.Freaking Charity!Charity was the least of people she could expect to see. Many questions raged through Alita’s mind but the most outstanding was how she could open the door.“Benson,” Alita Bellowed crossing her hands on her chest as she jotted her hips, giving Charity a once over.“Yeah, babe,” Benson answered from his room.“You have a visitor,” Alita pushed her lips forward as she swayed her body from side to side.“I don’t have plans to—“Hi there,” Charity flickered her fingers in the air, smiling excessively as she looked over at Benson. “I let myself in,” her eyes went round. She looked around and observed the living room. “Things have changed here, haven’t they?” she snic
At Sarah’s wedding, Alita wasn't the only one wishing to enjoy the bliss of a wedding day and, after it, the certainty that comes with elevating their commitment to a more permanent situation.Benson had the intention to propose to Alita the day he came back and met her in a pool of blood. He had planned it all head in his head. The band, everyone involved.He wanted it to be a prestigious surprise. She had always said she wished she was a princess, and he wanted to make her feel more than that. She was his queen, and he wanted to show her that she deserved to have everything she wanted.Benson felt he was ready to move forward with their relationship. She was perfect for him, and he needed to ensure that she remained his till the end of time.Before the morning he had intended to propose to her, he had planned how everything would go with everyone he thought necessary to involve. He would ask her out for a date and then surprise her when she got out of the house with her favorite ban
"Let's go on a date," Benson said pouring wine into two glasses form them. "We haven't gone anywhere, we haven't gone out ever since…" his eyes snapped close as memories of almost losing Alita to the jaw of death flashed through his mind–not sonething you wouldn't want to remember, not even randomly. "What do you think?" He asked.Alita's face lit up and she giggled sharply. "Are you serious right now?" She squinted at him as she extended her hand and collected her drink. She gingerly whirled the glass before a sip and moaning to the taste that surprised her. "This is amazing," she nodded and took another sip. "What in God's name do I say to that?" She pursed her lips and raised her chin, playfully scowling at him."I don't know," he laughed softly, looking the other way as set himself on the arm of the chair she was seated on."You must be high," Alita jabbed her finger into his side and he yelped moving away. "Should you when ask me about it? You could have surprised me," she scrunc
126Julie was Alita's only company as the days went by. As expected, everyone around her was distant. She would sit on the bed in Julie's room and talk to her, even though she knew Julie wouldn't understand what she was saying, it was comforting that she could talk to someone about the burden in her heart and how everyone all her loved ones were avoiding her.Sarah blocked Alita and cut all contacts from her. Alita went to their apartment and saw that Sarah had changed the lock. She went to Luke's house but didn't find anybody at home. It was while walking back to Benson's place that she realized they would have gone for their honeymoon.They say no mother could hate her own but it wasn’t looking like it for Alita. She hadn’t heard from her mother ever since her confession. He called but got no answer, texted but got no reply. She tried to go and see her at Chris’s apartment but couldn’t. One time, she was standing right in front of the door but froze when she raised her hand to knock
Dumbfounded and dwindling between anger and confusion, Benson cleared his throat. The place went absolutely silent. “Why didn’t you say anything about it? You could have told me. I feel betrayed right now,” he face-palmed. “I just want to go home,” he breathed heavily. “I can’t believe it at all. I just can’t believe our friendship was built on lies all this while. We promised to…” Sarah whined and cried. “All this while, Alita, I thought we were best friends. I told you everything and I thought you did the same,” she turned and wrapped her hands around Luke, looked up at him, and muttered, “please take me out of here.”“Please don’t leave me like this,” Alita extended her hand as she moaned. Her throat patched as she watched Luke lead Sarah out of the room. She was too weak to move and she couldn’t possibly follow after Sarah when Benson was there also preparing to leave.“Let’s go home,” Benson looked at Alita with pain in his eyes. She wiped her face and dragged herself up.Ivy sa