Confused at the moment

Am I insane?

A regular individual would never place himself in this situation, as I have done. My life used to be easy and full of fresh air, but now I feel as though the air I'm breathing has become abruptly tainted with a very harmful poison. For many years, my parents have made my life a living hell, yet that living hell is nothing compared to the one I've created for myself.

Who cares if my station commander, partner, and the other police officers have lost faith in me? Most definitely not me, as I'm a terrible bitch and simply don't care. Nicholas is just another person who utterly irritates me; I haven't seen him in a long time. Who accompanies someone to bed and doesn't even think to call to see how they're doing? He might have gotten his wish.

Some individuals don't know when to call and when not to call, so when my phone rings, I put down my bowl of cereal. Eric's name shows on the screen as I gaze at it. I'm curious as to what this supposed companion of mine desires.

"Hello, and what do you want?" I angrily took the call.

"Someone seems to be upset, what's going on?" He spoke. I wanted to hang up because the sound of his voice makes me want to throw up.

Just explain your case, Eric, and leave me alone. Please allow me to finish my breakfast in silence. I said, obviously expressing my annoyance in my voice.

He remarked, "Look Jane, that's no way to treat your partner."

"If you were truly my partner, you would have supported me when the station commander falsely accused me of something, but instead, you chose to agree with him, as if that weren't enough. You dared to inform the rest of the station that I wasn't reliable. What sort of colleague would do that? I yelled loudly into the phone's mike.

Look, I should not have done it, and I apologize. I mean, after all, I was just convinced that you had done it. If I hadn't taken the photo, it simply indicated that it was you since we were the only ones who touched those files after the two investigators who were working on them vanished. And while I had Detective Luke's files, you had those of Detective Michael. You understand now why I found it difficult to accept your innocence. He spoke.

Just spare me the BS, please. What do you desire? I want to finish my breakfast in quiet, as I've said previously," I remarked.

"I see, then... Just wanted to let you know that early this morning, we detained a possible suspect in the Heister case. I wish we could question him together. Even though I am aware that you have dropped out of the investigation, I would still appreciate it if you assisted me. He spoke. Even though I wanted to scold him, I was interested in learning more about the potentially wanted criminal they had detained.

Since the day we were together, Nicholas had not seen me; perhaps he had been hiding until he finally let down his guard and was discovered. My psyche was thoroughly messed up by the idea that he was the heister and would be arrested.

I'll be there in a few, all right. I said, "Let me finish eating first, then I hung up the phone. Whatever he had to say after that didn't hold my attention. I simply consented so I could find out who they had detained.

I got to the police station one hour later. I asked the officers who were standing and staring at me like they had nothing better to do, "What the fuc' are y'all looking at?" These jerks genuinely think that I stole that picture, but I did. One's heart will drive them to act in the silliest ways.

"Yeah, but where is he?" Standing in front of his desk, I questioned Eric. I wasn't in the room when he got up to shake my hand. He said, "Very well then, follow me," and I did.

We were about to enter the interrogation room when Armstrong stopped us. "Detective, Jane," he remarked while grinning absurdly. I wanted to punch him in the face. "Station commander," I retorted with a serious scowl. You know, smiling uses fewer muscles than frowning," he remarked. I'll call this sad old man one day. Thank you for the excellent counsel, is there anything else I can do? He continued to be silent as he left.

If I still retain my mind, which I doubt, just looking at Armstrong's face is enough to drive me insane. I am aware that I took the evidence, but considering all the wonderful things I have done for this badge, he should not have even bothered to interrogate me about the stolen evidence. Simply believing that I had not done it without his asking would have sufficed.

You must despise Armstrong, huh? replied Eric.

I retorted, "He is not the only one I despise; so stop talking and let's go. If given the chance, I will without a doubt seriously blow Eric and Armstrong's brains out. Not even my parents, I have never loathed anyone as much as I despise these two. I have changed ever since Nicholas entered my life, and the scary part is that I adore this shift.

My pulse began to race as soon as we entered the interrogation room because I couldn't help but wonder who would be waiting behind the door. I just wasn't sure how I would feel or, more crucially, what I would do if it was Nicholas. I was so terrified by the whole thing, but I also started to feel like the female equivalent of Julian Anderson, or whatever her last name is.

"After you," said Eric.

I took a really deep breath as soon as I entered. It wasn't Nicholas, which made me quite happy. Even though I am a terrible investigator, I enjoy it. We questioned the poor thing. After an hour of stressful questioning, we charged him even though he had a bullet wound on the back of his shoulder. It didn't matter to me whether he was guilty or not after I persuaded Eric that he was indeed our guy; the court is there for such nonsense.

I left and said, "Since we are finished here, I'm returning to my place and please don't you every try to call me."

"You'll have to accept my apology... We still need to work together because, after all, we are still partners" he said.

I replied, "Not for long," and then hurried out. After arriving at my residence in a short while, I received a call. Even though I had no idea who was calling, I still responded because Nicholas might be there. I recognized the voice as my lover, Jackson, who said, "Hi babe," completely forgetting about him. He was pursuing his Master's in business administration while studying abroad.

I've been attempting to get in touch with you for the past six months but to no avail. Fortunately, I ran across your mother here, and she provided me with your other connections.

I mumbled, "Okay... I see," because i don't have anything . Who would neglect their relationship with their boyfriend and sleep with a stranger? Someone who is seriously mentally unstable, ME.

I truly missed you, darling, I just got here in the United States and I want to take you out today.

Okay, I replied. At three o'clock, I'll pick you up. I cherish you. He spoke. I told the caller, "Three o'clock it is, bye-bye," and then I hung up. I'm not even sure if I still love Jackson; he is too good for me, but I'm lonely, so why not? My life is a Hollywood film.

I went to my room to quickly snooze when I felt a hand caress my cheek as I lay in bed with my eyes closed. I instantly stood up, overcome by a great deal of terror. "Relax, it's me," Nicholas said. I threw myself on him in an instant, giving him a close embrace. I released go of him after giving him a good smack to the face, and when I went to slap him again, he grabbed my hand and leaned in for a kiss. I missed him teasing me with his tongue.

The question "Missed me?" He queried. I blushed and responded, "Yes... I missed you so much," but I won't deny that I was ecstatic.

The question, "Where were you?" I questioned him as I gave him a second hug.

He responded, breaking free of my arms, "I was taking care of some business. Then he kissed me. He asked, "Do you have any plans for the day?" before I could even inquire as to what business he was handling, but I was kind of accustomed to it by that point.

"No, I don't have any plans," I replied. I quickly grabbed my phone and texted Vusi, "I'm sorry, but I have to cancel. Don't call me ever again; I'm already involved with someone else. Goodbye and best wishes.

My mother texted me to say: "I just wanted to let you know that Anderson was found murdered in his home." before I had a chance to put the phone aside.

After reading the text from my mother that I had shown him, Nicholas asked me calmly, "Who is Anderson ?" I informed him that it was the same man who had harassed me sexually at my mother's birthday celebration.

He kissed my forehead and added, "The universe has its way of putting all the wrongs right." Life goes on; Anderson was a pig, so what the heck.

I inquired, grinning eagerly, "Where are you going me? He replied, "I'll take you wherever you like." I jokingly answered, "Okay," and we both laughed. We then got close before he brought me wherever I wanted to go.