DANIELLE'S P.O.V.After Melody was released from the school clinic; she, Mason, Madelyn, Azra, and I, made our way across the other end of campus, where the clinic was situated, all the way to the other end of campus, where our designated lecture hall stood. I would have loved to have been making my way to the cafeteria, but we had all elapsed the time allocated for the lunch period while we were waiting for Melody to regain to regain her consciousness. Unfortunately for me, I could not get to prove or disprove the claims my friends had made; the allegations they had made about the school cafeteria's signature cheeseburger being the one thing that i needed to alleviate my stress and worry, thereby leaving me in the same state of tension and unease that I had been ever since I woke up that morning.The rest of the day went by in a blur of chatty professors, classes made uninteresting by my hunger, and my unceasingly rumbling stomach- that too being as a result of my unsated hunger. Onc
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I listened as my a ringing sound signaled that the person on the other end of the call had not yet picked the call. The ringing sound continued three more times before the beep signalling the receipt of the call sounded."Hey Dannie." Azra's chirpy voice floated through the speakers."Hey Azra." I greeted back."I'm almost at the restaurant, are you there yet?" she asked."About that..." I trailed, thinking of the best possible way to drop the bomb on her."What? What's up? Did you get lost?" she asked, worry lacing her tone."No, no. I didn't get lost." I denied, shaking my head in the passenger seat of my car."Then what's wrong?" she asked.I sighed in fatigue. I had no idea how to tell her that I would be changing the plans that I had consensually made with the she and the rest of my friends. I decided that keeping her on suspense for much longer would only elongate the inevitable, so with another release of breath, I broke the news to her."I'm sorry, but I have
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I sat on one of the living room's couches, staring, very gobsmacked, at the man who sat across from me; I was not by myself in staring at the man in surprise as everyone else in the room, including his own partner, was gawking at him with the same expression that I had on my face. It was as if they were all thinking the same thing that I was- maybe they were also asking themselves the question that was playing in my own mind as I continued to look at the police officer who was sited in front of me.You might be wondering what that question was?'Who the hell was this guy?'That was the question that played in my head, over and over again, and I did not doubt, by the look on everyone's faces, that they were asking themselves the same question.Detective Trevor Wilson, as Alvida and the man himself had introduced earlier on my arrival to the living room, started right back at me with impassive and accusing eyes."What were you doing on that day, Mrs Valentino?" he aske
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Once Detective Trevor Wilson had been booted out of the living room by my father-in-law, his partner, Detective Gale Jones, left on her own and that way, she was consequently tasked with the responsibility of going through the process that entailed taking my statement in place of her expelled partner.She seemed a little taken aback and shaken by the events of the past few minutes and gave the impression of being nervous; that much was obvious from the way her feet were tapping, continuously, against the marble floors.Alvida turned in her seat, beside her husband, to look at the female police officer."Now that we are rid of the nuisance that is your partner, we are ready to get down to the business of the day." she said, addressing the Detective, "You may now proceed with your assignment."After receiving the go-ahead from the woman of the Valentino household, Gale Jones nodded her head in understanding."Yes, ma'am." she said, clearing her throat before turning in
DANIELLE'S P.O.V."What about you, Mrs Valentino? Did you notice or do you recall seeing any one or anything suspicious before the incident occured?" Detective Gale Jones asked.The question jogged my memory as I racked my brain, trying to recall if I had seen or noticed anything particularly suspicious during the days leading up to the incident. While working in overdrive, in its attempt to figure out and bring to my remembrance any particular sight that I could or might have been privy to before or after the incident occured, it finally hit me.The memory hit me as hard as a rock, jolting and shaking me to awareness, firmly and forcefully- I imagined that the Titanic ship must have felt the way I did, in that moment, when it had hit the infamous iceberg that had been the cause of its renowned doom. I sat in the living couch, my eyes wide open, and my body trembling slightly as my memory allowed me to recall and draw upon the past events, allowing and bringing to my understanding, th
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The anticipation was clear in both Alisia and Detective Gale Jones' eyes as they both leaned forward in their seats, their eyes holding, in its depths, the curiosity that they felt. Before addressing them, I gulped down spittle; my action was not in a bid to be dramatic, but because the thought of what was about to escape my lips was scary enough to cause a flood of saliva to fill up my mouth. Once I had swallowed the watery liquid that had been secreted into my mouth by glands, I opened my mouth to answer the question, nearly chortling at the way my sister-in-law and the detective basically leaned out of their seats, eyes wide in anticipation of what words were about to escape my parted lips."A strange man." I replied.Both of them looked at one another before turning to look at me, confusion written on their faces."What do you mean?" Detective Jones asked."I saw a strange man." I answered, settling back into the cushioned couch that I was sited on. I waited for
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I trudged up the massive stair case with Alisia, who trailed slowly behind me. As I climbed up the flight of numerous stairs, my head felt heavy and with each step that I ascended, my stomach grumbled with hunger; I had long forgotten that I had not been chanced to eat anything else during the course of the day except for the breakfast that I'd had with my in-laws. I allowed my thoughts to take over my mind as I moved up the spiral stair case.What would the police officers do, now that I had given them a description of the only suspicious stranger that I had come in contact with Siri g the days leading up to the unfortunate incident?If the man was really not who he claimed to be, did that mean I was at fault for the occurrence of the incident?If I had not let the man into the house, nothing would have happened, right?I felt so guilty, scared, and ashamed, and I wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow me whole; or for an alien invasion to oc
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I was immersed in a caliginous chasm, and I enjoyed, very much, the feeling that the abyss gave me as it swallowed me whole and engulfed me in its pleasing embrace which was full of darkness and quiet. I wished that I would never have to leave that sweet ataraxia, hoping that said placidity could be everlasting. But as I have come to learn, mostly through the hard way, every and all good things had to, eventually, come to an end- I had also come to accept that verdict. No favorable occured or entity could last an eternity; one way or another, they would have to come to a finish. I did not necessarily understand why it had to be so, but I had no choice but to come to terms with that fact.So was the case for my peaceful sleep as the blaring of my ringtone dragged me, harshly, out of my state of tranquility, which I was not very much inclined to leave, and tossed me into a state of consciousness. And so, letting a tired sigh escape from my lips, I patted around blindly