"Thank you" she muttered softly."For what?""For the ride and for dropping the charges," she said but didn't get any response from Xavier. Not that she expected any response. She just felt the need to show her gratitude.Racheal sighed, resting her back on the car seat. Her eyes fell on something lying on the central console of the car and they narrowed in confusion. She immediately sat up. It was coal briquettes_ something you don't usually see lying around, especially in a place like Xavier's car."What do you need coal briquettes for?""When burnt, they produce a reasonable amount of carbon monoxide""What do you need carbon monoxide for?" she drew closer to the driver's seat."What do most people in America use it for?""Xavier you are not killing yourself"He chuckled slightly. "I thought you would be happy to hear that""God Xavier" her voice changed as she fought the urge not to cry ugly."Life is worthless at this point Rachael. Everyone I ever cared for is gone. What more do
***The next morning****Racheal glanced at her weary, sleep-deprived eyes from the mirror and a sigh evaded her lips. She applied mascara on its lashes, followed by a lipstick that ran smoothly on her thin lips, smacking it together to get the product evenly distributed. She took one final look at the red pan suit, taking a twirl to have a view of every angle of the clothing.Rachael finally yanked her bag from her bed and walked elegantly to the sitting room. She kissed her mother's cheeks slightly. "I made your favorite" she announced which induced her mother to beam. "Ok I'm off now," Rachael said abruptly. **Fast forward**Rachael took apprehensive strides through the foyer of the office with people hurling glances at her from their glass doors. This was more arduous than she thought. The charges being taken down didn't do anything because their eyes held a lot of Judgement as they bore holes into her clothes.She got to her boss's office, took deep breaths before knocking on th
For the first time, Xavier opened the veil of his curtain, permitting the morning sun to penetrate through the tempered glass. It was something he never considered doing. This was the same room he intended on killing himself, but he didn't and that was all thanks to Rachael. She made him feel more different than he had been yesterday. He was just a walking corpse, waiting for the right time to give death the chance to have a grasp on him. Now he felt more alive with subtle solace, streaming in his veins. One question lingered in his mind and that was how she did it.A knock was heard on the door, diverting him from his thoughts. "Boss" Peter's voice was heard behind the door. He got in when Xavier muttered a quick response."Boss, Cecelia is here to see you" he announced and watched Xavier's eyebrows furrow in annoyance. "Don't let her in""But. ..." Peter tried speaking, but a lady's voice cut him off. Xavier shook his head, sighing in frustration."Why wouldn't he let me in?" her s
*******Rachael held the phone to her ear while she tried to chew the freshly baked buns, trying to curb them from scorching her tongue."Hello Rachael" she heard the voice and froze momentarily. She brought the phone down to look at the number on the screen."Xavier?" She blurted, alarmed. "How did you get this number?" "The same way I tracked you down effortlessly," he asserted, placing forth the obvious.If he could track her in less than 3 hours, getting her number was a lesser walkover."What is it?" She inquired, crouching on the handle of her sofa."I heard you have been having difficulties finding a job" he uttered, calmly. Rachael was astounded by his right inference. "How did you know?" she asked, looking around her house to detect if there was any CCTV camera installed to watch her every move. Probably he had them fixed when she was away. When she found none, her mind relaxed a bit."Can we meet?" he said and Rachael didn't let his dismissal of her questions go by."How t
"Hardy Collin died and we are just going to drop the case like that?"Silvia asked bewilder at the absurdity of the situation.Mark's hand left the bookshelf he had earlier been rummaging in and turned to look at her. "His brother dropped the case. There is no more we can do. Why are you so interested in this case?""Isn't it crazy Mark? Don't you want to find out more?""Not everyone is as inquisitive as you Silvia""This is a criminal case. It can't be dropped all of sudden. It is against the law and you know it. God, you are the DCI. You are supposed to know this" Mark's countenance altered into a grimace as he stood with hands akimbo. "And you shouldn't talk to your DCI like that. Look, some things are beyond me, Silvia. I can't carry on. He is very powerful in the state and has the higher-ups around at his finger. I am just a DCI and I do have not much power. Now" he pointed his index finger at her. "this case was dropped because of lack of evidence. That's exactly what you'll fi
"come with me" Donald, the old man from the other day said to her. She gave him a slight nod and he left to call Xavier.Rachael while seated, joined her sweaty shaky hands together to help with the apprehension she acquired the moment she trudged into his house. This was the third time she was here but still didn't change the nervousness that frequently emerged. Her hands instantaneously adjusted her hair, tucking it behind her ear and also her black dress.The sound of footsteps from the stairs, halted her actions as she sat up, waiting for him to show up. He came into view, dressed in a blue tuxedo and red bow. Rachael was stunned. The first reason for her reaction was how insanely attractive he looked. Everything about him emitted perfection_ the way he walked, even his aura. The second reason was how overly dressed he was for a meeting with her. Probably he wasn't ready for "therapy" today and was going somewhere instead. "I didn't expect you to show up so early" his voice echoe
********"come in" Anthony heard a hesitant reply from the house after ringing the doorbell for over 2 minutes. He opened the door and stepped in. Jerry sat on the couch of the sitting room and as if he knew he was Anthony, he didn't budge.Anthony settled at his side while Jerry kept his eyes transfixed on the television. "Why do we have to work for him" he spoke softly, still not looking at Anthony."We can't leave, we took an oat" Anthony reminded him.Jerry sighed in exasperation. "I fucking know" Anthony brushed Jerry's blonde hair off to access his injury. "You didn't tend to them?""Does it matter?""Yes it does""Since you could stand there and do nothing, it just proves it doesn't matter at all" Jerry voiced out angrily. This time he looked at him with irritation and annoyance visible in his eyes. "Richard can be crazy, but you should have done something""I did something. He is the boss, you don't expect me to fight him?" "Certainly" he scoffed as he tore his eyes off Ant
The stares Rachael got from the people of the restaurant made her slightly uncomfortable. She had thought she was already used to it, but that was a lie. The stares still made her feel like a reject. it had been so long since she ate out because of the persistent stare. Either out of curiosity or resentment. of course, she was the woman who killed the famous Hardy.If Andrew hadn't insisted they met at a restaurant, she wouldn't be here. She occasionally bent her wrist to check the time at the same time, tapping incessantly on the table nervously.The waitress's voice behind her made her jolt in fear due to how distracted she was. Bringing her hand to her chest, she gave off a fake smile. At least the black-haired waitress didn't have a judgemental look on her face. "Is there. Something you'll like to order ma'am" the young girl said in the most polite tone. It threw Rachael off. She hadn't remembered the last time she was treated so kindly by a stranger after the whole incident."Oh
Rachael's POV.Mr gruffy had been fired!I didn't doubt Xavier a bit when he said he was going to deal with him, but I didn't know it was going to happen so fast.I thought I was going to be transferred to another place entirely, but I was transferred to another room instead. It was a private room. At first, I enjoyed it, but after 2 days, I felt like I was losing my mind. Not being with anyone gave me more room to think, about how much of a mess I was in. Sometimes, I felt the need to scream out in pain and anger to take my anger on the universe due to how it landed me in this mess.“Anderson" I heard a voice. I hadn't even realized when the door to the room was opened. I stayed in my bed as I turned my head to look at the officer.It was time.“It's time," he said and I gulped. What if Xavier's plan didn't work out?******Silvia's POV.“Aren't we going to tell Mark at least?" Gary asked. I could already see the fear in his eyes as he panicked.“No Gary, we are not. Mark is with Xav
I wanted Xavier to stay with me, but I knew that was close to impossible. He had other things to do and most importantly, he was free. He could do whatever he wanted while I had to stay within the four walls of a place that suffocated me.I was grateful Mr gruffly wasn't the one who walked me back to my room. I couldn't bear another baton being raised at me. I was already broken inside, I didn't want to break outside.I was taken back to my room. My roommates looked at me creepily, but that didn't stop me from stealthily walking back to my bed.“You got a visit and it's not even visiting day" the lady who always stared at me weirdly said. There was anger in her eyes and it freaked me out even though I tried to act like I wasn't affected.“Little Miss favorite" She muttered under her breath“I thought you can get visits anytime. It's jail not prison after all" I said and it seemed that only made her angry. Not only her but all of them.“Is that what they told you? How the fuck are you
I wanted Xavier to stay with me, but I knew that was close to impossible. He had other things to do and most importantly, he was free. He could do whatever he wanted while I had to stay within the four walls of a place that suffocated me.I was grateful Mr gruffly wasn't the one who walked me back to my room. I couldn't bear another baton being raised at me. I was already broken inside, I didn't want to break outside.I was taken back to my room. My roommates looked at me creepily, but that didn't stop me from stealthily walking back to my bed.“You got a visit and it's not even visiting day" the lady who always stared at me weirdly said. There was anger in her eyes and it freaked me out even though I tried to act like I wasn't affected.“Little Miss favorite" She muttered under her breath“I thought you can get visits anytime. It's jail not prison after all" I said and it seemed that only made her angry. Not only her but all of them.“Is that what they told you? How the fuck are you
Rachael's POV When I saw the tiny bit of sun creep in through the tiny window, I heaved a sigh of relief. I wasn't myself through the night. I couldn't sleep a wink because I kept getting the image of myself being smothered in my sleep. I wasn't being paranoid, it could likely happen in prison. One of the women was awake too, staring at me at intervals, probably waiting for me to sleep. She had a book in front of her, but I was certain she wasn't reading it because she had been on the same page for hours.“Good morning Anderson," the same lady said from her bed and I froze. I didn't want to give her a response. If I didn't, maybe she would get the cue that I wasn't interested in mingling with her and would leave me alone.I tossed to the other side of the bed and I heard her say. “Rude" I scoffed but didn't give her a response. It was ruder to stare at someone like a freak all night.The door to the prison cell opened, but I still didn't turn around. I wasn't being rude, so I wouldn
Rachael POV I stood by the door not sure of what to do as I listened to what they all said. My mouth seemed too heavy to produce words. When they were done saying everything they wanted to say, I parted my lips to speak “Where can I sleep please?" My voice was very distorted. That was a result of how scared I was. Plus there was this girl who didn't say a word like the rest of the inmates. She just kept staring at me as if she knew me from somewhere.The chubby lady chuckled when I asked that question."Don't be such an uptight girl. This is a prison, you can do whatever you want and I didn't expect our blood queen to be so timid”I glared at her. “I am not your blood queen," I said under my breath.“Ohhhhh someone is getting angry," the lady who sat on the floor said."How the fuck were you even able to murder a guy like Hardy? He is so powerful” I almost cried when one of them asked me that.I wanted to scream 'I didn't kill him' but I knew they were all going to laugh and probably
A/N Hello guys, from now on, I will be writing in first person POV. That's what I'm comfortable with. I hope you guys would understand. Also thanks for staying this long in the story. I promise, it will get way better a long the way. Rachael's POV.Since Xavier said I couldn't stay at my house anymore, I had been staying at his house, visiting him at the hospital once in a while. The court date was drawing closer and each time I thought about it, cold shivers went down my spine. I just wanted that date to remain stagnant and not come any closer.I unwrapped my hair from the messy bun it had been and let it cascade down my shoulders. I was going to visit Xavier that day. He was doing much better and the doctor said he was going to discharged anytime soon. As I brushed my hair, there was a knock on the door.“Yes come in" I mumbled and the door was opened. It was one of Xavier's guards, Billy.“Is there a problem?" I asked as I continued brushing my hair.“Ma'am the police are here"M
Rachael cried her eyes out when her mother was confirmed dead. She saw her whole world shatter before her eyes. She didn't want to believe it, but it was the heartbreaking reality that she had to accept sooner or later.Andrew didn't try to console her. He let her cry her eyes out while they waited for the doctor to get back with the cause of her death. He felt It would be better if he let her cry her pain away. But there was something he didn't know and that was the fact that the pain couldn't just go away. It was a pain that could most likely linger for the rest of her life.The doctor came out shortly and Andrew was the first to get up in anticipation. Rachael on the other hand was too broken to pay attention to anything."Miss Davies" he called out to Rachael who finally looked at the doctor. Then she stood up."How did she die doctor?" Her voice was hoarse from too much cryingThe doctor let out a sharp exhale. "It was kind of strange, but I found red markings around her neck whi
Something flashed in his eyes immediately after Rachael said those words, but it was too quick to be deciphered."What do you think Mr. Smith?" she asked, pushing further but he only shrugged."How would I know? I am just a lawyer" he said, but Rachael knew there was more to this and he knew exactly what."Did you know Hardy Collin very well?""Yes, I did. I was the family lawyer. That means I was his lawyer too""What was he like?"Rachael leaned closer from her seat as her eyes peered into his in anticipation."Cheerful, Uhm." When he looked into Rachael's curious eyes, he realized there was no need to lie anymore. "Cold, heartless" he blurted out the truth.Rachael wasn't surprised a bit. She remembered how he was that night. At the club, he was loving and caring, but in the hotel room, the true beast in him came out."Who do you think is the most likely to kill him?"He hesitated. Then parted his lips to speak, but closed them back. From his eyes, it was certain he had a lot to say
Her eyes widened in shock. Her lips parted to scream, but only a whisper was heard. This wasn't happening. She stared at the blood in revulsion. It trickled like water from his head. He had shot himself under the jaw. But why did he do it and why in her house?She looked upstairs. Gladly, her mother hadn't come out of her room. She was still asleep. The sight wasn't something too pleasant for her mother to watch.Her cell phone was smashed by him so she had to go to the telephone by the door to call 911."Hello," Her voice came out differently. It was due to the strong fear she felt. Her mouth felt patched, her throat hurt, and her body trembled."Yes, who is this and where are you calling from?""Rachael Davies. Heddie's street. 104 apartment" she made sure she said the name of her apartment before anything else. In case another freak barged in and did something even crazier. "Why did you call Miss Rachael?""A freak broke into my house." She whimpered. She hadn't even realized she h