LEAH“...and that's the end of my story.” I completed,Francis did not say a word but from the look on his face, I could tell he was contemplating murder.“Kate…is she the one who was your chief bridesmaid at the wedding?” He asked,I nodded.“The one with dark hair, and I think hazel eyes?”“Yeah…”“Okay. Wow. That was a plot twist.” He exhaled,Even I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't lived the story.“Well, that's just how life is. The unexpected always happens.”“Yeah. Look, I'm sorry about all these things that have happened to you. Lucas is one hell of a bastard, and for your ex best friend, I have no words. None.”“I guess I've gotten over it. For her. I mean, she did make a way for me to escape that place, especially after the many death threats by Lucas.” I continued,Francis leaned back on the chair. I watched him stare into space for a while.“I need to get you to a better place. Somewhere you can stay for a while.”I shook my head, “I don't want to be out just yet. I d
LEAHFrancis kept looking out the window. I followed his trail, and although I couldn't see the girl anywhere in sight, I knew he was looking somewhere at her. His eyes were on her food truck.I didn't want to interrupt the moment so I sat still.His hands moved to the key, but his eyes were still on her.“You can go talk to her, I'll wait.” I voiced out,He turned to me, “No, it's alright.” He replied, igniting the engine.“Are you sure?” I pressed forward, but he only nodded, and offered a partial smile. I let it be.“How did you find this food truck? It's basically in the middle of nowhere.”Francis chuckled, “what are you saying? This is the heart of town.”“I guess, but I can't understand why you'd step down from your car to buy food from a food truck. Tell me, how hungry were you?”“Can I tell you something?” He asked, stepping gently on the break.“Yes, sure.”“I wasn't hungry at all.”“Oh. Why then did you stop there?”“Her hair.”“Huh?”“She had dyed her hair a burgundy color
LEAHFrancis came down a few minutes later. His outfit had been switched from a pair of suit to a black pair of joggers, and a white shirt. His hair was rumpled, and wet.“You're done with your meal,” he said walking past me.I was about to reply when I felt a belch come up. “I am. Can I get some water?”“Sure,” he replied,He returned less than a minute later with the bottle.He sat on the chair adjacent to mine. I recalled my bare thighs, and pushed my gown down.“Drew wants to have a talk with you,” he started to say.“Oh, okay. When exactly?”“He said he wants it done today, but I don't think that's a great idea. You're just recovering from something tragic. I think you need time to actually recover before you start planning the next move or course of action.”“I don't mind. It's not too soon.”“Are you sure?”“ A hundred percent.”I saw the hesitation in his stiffness, but he didn't argue. “Sure, I'll tell him to set up a time and venue for you to meet.”“You won't be there?”“D
LEAHYou could always trust Francis to pick out the perfect dress, and shoes for any event. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring my waistline.The dress Francis had picked flowed to the ground, but it had a bare back. Just a few stripes were tied to form a bow at the waistline.I applied the last touch of makeup, and sprayed my hair.“Should I leave it down, or take it up?” I asked myself in a low tone,After much consideration, I decided to leave it the way it had already been-down.As I walked down from the stairs, I was met with Francis who was already prepared, and ready to leave.“Are you done?” He asked,“Yeah,” I replied, hurrying towards him.“You know there's no rush, right? If you're not comfortable with this, you can just cancel.” I nodded. I knew quite well, but I'd be damned if I said I hadn't been waking up every morning for the past six months, waiting for when I could destroy that motherfucker. He held my hand, and led me through the doors.Soon enough,
LEAHI huffed and puffed, waiting for him to make the next move. He chuckled, triggering the anxiety within me.“Leah, come here now.”I didn't move a single inch forward.“This fucking bitch,” he grunted, moving towards me.I winced as he grabbed my hands.“Let me go, or I'll scream. The entire restaurant will hear me.” I threatened,“You think I give any fuck? With the show you just put out there, you'd best believe everyone already thinks you have mental issues. I just need to confirm it, and it's done.”His grip on my hands tightened. I winced even more, as he pulled me forward.The tears started to well up my eyes. I wanted to cry out, but I just couldn't. The sobs choked me into silence as he pulled me towards the back way.As he struggled moving forward, an idea popped up.I dug my teeth into his fingers. His cry came out loud, and he smacked me right across the cheek. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” His voice thundered,He had successfully pulled me towards the ki
LEAH “You have a lot of passion, I like it.” Drew commended me.I nodded. He had no idea how long I had been waiting for a moment like this. One where I could teach Lucas that he was just a beginner at being evil.I was my father's daughter after all…“Well, here's my card.” Drew tossed the card at me, “if you ever need to reach out to me privately. Please call my assistant, she'll tell you what to do.”Taking the card from Drew was awkward, but I received it nonetheless.“I'm waiting for you to reach out,” he said, then walked away.The table grew quiet as soon as he left. Francis angrily poked at his meal.I knew he wasn't mad at me…or so I thought, but I couldn't ask why he was so pissed.“Are you alright?” I tried to ask.“Um, yeah. I'm good.” He replied,A few seconds passed before he said another thing, “It's really crazy how much Lucas has hurt you. He didn't even treat you like a human.”I shrugged, “that's behind us now, isn't it? Your brother is getting me help so I can ma
LEAHFrancis dropped the spoon in his hand, “what do you mean?” He asked, narrowing his eyes on me.“I committed a crime. Murder.” I repeated, with a shaky voice.He kept staring at me without saying a word. Slowly, his lips parted, and he began to speak, “how?” He moved away from the food, and sat opposite me.“You remember when you left? I was nineteen.”He nodded.I wiped my nose before I continued speaking, “so, after you left, and in the way you did, I was heartbroken. You know, at first, no one had known that your father got you into the army. I was convinced that you had run off into another country, and left me. I'm not blaming you for this, but it was what led to the rest of the story. Kate had noticed my sour mood, and depressing state. She had suggested that we go to a party to find your replacement. It seemed like a good plan at that time. If I could get someone that would be interested in me, I would be able to forget you. So, the party was hosted by…um…there's this Ger
LEAHI arrived at the cafe at exactly fifty two minutes past twelve.I sighed as I walked in.Whoever the attorney was, they must surely be exhausted waiting for me. But who could blame me? I had no vehicle to transport myself, and soon after I received the text, I realized I had nothing to wear. The only clothings I owned were the dress I had on my back when Francis picked me up, and the dress he bought for me last night. I ended up settling for one of Francis's shirts and trousers. Also, a baseball cap.I looked around the cafe, and there appeared to be only one person dressed in a two piece designer suit. I looked at his face, and he had a grim expression on. His lips faced downward, and his eyebrows were so bent they seemed like they'd almost touch his eyelids.Yeah, it had to be him. It was either that or there was another extremely annoyed, and rich man waiting for someone.I walked up to him.“Hi, I'm looking for-”“Mrs Irving,” he greeted, rising to his feet.His face com
LEAH“Let's get a seat.” I said to all of them.We headed to the dinning. Drew, upon hearing our voices, came in.He occupied the head of the table, whilst bus brother sat at his right hand.The dining room could hold twelve, and we all occupied it.“Good evening, everyone.” Drew addressed, as his eyes roamed from me to the others. “I believe we all have an idea of what we are here to do.” There was no comment. He cleared his throat, and continued, “Mrs Irving is under a serious accusation. Murder, to be precise.” He turned to Vivian, “give us the legal details.”She raised her chin, “Today being the nineteenth of April, Mrs Leah Irving was served papers on the accusation of her former acquaintance, Kate.” She paused, “Although there has been no official arrest, she was invited to the station to make a statement. As at one pm, Mrs Leah was present at the station, and at two-thirty the interview began. An hour later, she was released. Under normal circumstances, she was to be in a cel
LEAHI wiped my eyes one last time. He was right. It was up to me to ensure that Lucas paid for all he has done.“Yeah, you're right.” I admitted,His eyes finally stopped piercing into me, as he looked away.“Do you still want to see her or…?”“No. I just want to go home, and lay my head. The coroner can give us any updates once they're discovered.”He didn't argue further, but led me as I walked to the car.The drive back home was silent, but as soon as we got home, I pulled one of the maids to my side. “Please prepare a meal for me. I haven't had anything since morning.”My stomach grumbled right on cue.I sat lazily on the chair, as I inspected my knuckles.For the first time in a while, I hadn't accessorized before leaving the house.Soon, a plate was brought before me. Pasta and sauce.I looked to Drew to see if the perfectionist in him would complain about me dining in his living room, but he didn't say a word.I dug in.“What am I hearing about a murder case?” Francis's voice
LEAHThat wasn't what I had expected, but I couldn't say it was a surprise to me.With the visuals in my head of them on the couch that night, I knew it was bound to happen soon enough. Although, this was quite sooner than expected…I didn't say a word.“He could have used a protection,” Drew ranted, “I don't know how stupid that boy can be.” I wanted to correct that Francis was almost thirty five, and himself, forty five. None of them were children.“It happens sometimes, you know, even with protection and all.” He clicked his tongue. “Excuses,”Our silence ensued, and soon enough we had arrived at his home.The driver parked right in front of the entrance, and I was helped down.I immediately walked up to my room without another word.As I took off my stiletto heels, memories of Kate flashed by. The first night we had met.I was six by then, and she, seven.“Leah,” my mother's crispy voice had called me.I remember running to her with my tiny legs, and almost falling on the floor.
LEAHI nodded. Then, I nodded again. And then again. I kept bobbing my head like a mop on a stick.Vivian could solve this. She was a pro at this. I had a brilliant team. They would help me out.“Could you reach out to Drew for me?” I demanded,Drew wouldn't let me die in here.“Sure thing. As soon as we're done with the interview.”That sounded fair.“That being said, Leah, where were you three nights ago?”I chewed on my bottom lip. Three nights ago, I was…with Drew.“I was with Drew!” I exclaimed in excitement. I had something to prove I was innocent. “It was the day I moved into Drew's house.”“Good. Very good. That's something.” She commended me,I gave myself a mental pat on the back.“Now, for the rest of this interview, if you're uncomfortable with their questions, just know you don't have to answer. You don't even have to say a word, you'll be well within your rights.”“I understand, thank you.”She touched my shoulders gently.I watched as she walked to the door. “We are r
LEAH“No!” I screamed out, but from the look on all their eyes, I could tell no one believed me. “I'm serious, I didn't murder anyone. The hell! Why would I do that?”“That's what we're trying to figure out.” He replied calmly. I watched as he opened up another file, and brought out a laminated paper.“What's that?” I asked, irritated.“It's a note. Just one page from Kate's diary. Here, have a look at it.”I took the paper, and my hands quivered as my eyes scrolled through it.“Diary,I don't know how to explain it without seeming insane, but I see Kate everywhere I go. She's literally at every corner, every hook, every door, every window. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, and being paranoid, but I can swear on my life that I did see her last night. I was closing up the windows to my apartment when I saw her long blonde hair. I leaned in closer, and true to my word, it was her. I saw her face.What is she doing all the way up here in Atlanta? I'm scared she'll come after
LEAHWait a minute. This had to be some sort of joke, right?I took a deep breath, trying to stabilize my nerves before I spoke.“I'm sorry, I didn't quite get you clearly.” I said to them, still dwelling in denial.“Your friend Kate was murdered on the seventeenth, three days ago, and we have reasons to believe that you were the culprit.”What? I squinted my eyes trying to see them clearly. Tears had clouded my vision.“That's impossible. Kate cannot be dead.” I denied it.She had just given birth to a child, and never did she make mention of any complications.Yes, I hadn't called her, but she had only texted me with information that she had a child. Nothing else whatsoever.I sniffed in, wiping my nose.“Madam, we would appreciate it if you came to the station to talk to us.”“I-” I tried to reply, but the words wouldn't leave my mouth.“It makes no sense,” I whispered.“Let's get to the station. From there, we'll put the pieces together.” His voice was firm, yet gentle.From the
LEAHI studied her carefully. Almost just as much as she did, me. She didn't flinch, or seem the least bit surprised. Well, what could I expect? She was a therapist. She had probably heard, and seen worse.“We've all had that kind of thought at some point in life.” She finally replied, “more apples?” She nudged,I hadn't realized I had stomped on the one I had taken.I picked up another one. “I don't think anyone has experienced such emotions as I do. I literally have vivid dreams of me digging my hands into his chest, and plucking his heart out. It's getting too realistic. Sometimes, they're not even dreams. They're like visions.”“Do you have imaginations of murdering numerous people, or just one person?” She asked,Her seemingly feeble hands rubbed her knee. “I am experiencing some knee pains.” She explained,I nodded. “Sorry.”“Thank you.”“So, go on.” She nudged,“Most of the time, I dream of my husband. Soon to be my ex husband.”“Is there any reason you'd want to murder him?”
LEAHI didn't know what to say.“What do we do?” I managed to ask.“Nothing. We watch him ruin his life with his own hands.” He replied,I took a deep breath, still almost speechless.“Well, thanks for informing me.” I thanked him,“Yeah,” he replied.The call ended immediately. I sighed. How did we let this happen under our nose?I exhaled heavily. There was just too much going on for me to even think clearly.“Mary,”“Yes, ma'am.” She replied, scurrying in.“Could you reach out to Clark Ink, and see if they can send the videos to you before release? I'd like them to crop out some parts.” Especially those that involved Jessica asking about my private life.I dug my teeth into my bottom lip.My phone buzzed, and I turned to find a text from Francis.“No congratulations?” It read,I sucked in my teeth, dropping the phone back on the desk.Exhausted, I decided it was time to take a break. Maybe it was time for me to just leave this environment.The constant need, and obsession for re
LEAHI couldn't believe it. I was tongue-tied, in front of cameras.“Are you alright?” Jennifer asked.The fake concern was raw in her voice.I cleared my throat, “I am.”“He did tell you about the new development, didn't he?” “Yes, he did.” I lied, “I just didn't think we'd be announcing it so soon, as it is just in its planning phase.”“Oh. He was probably just excited about the new development.”“Right,” I agreed.The rest of the interview passed by a breeze. I could only count down the minutes for Jennifer to throw her minor shades.Soon enough, she closed up. “Cut!” The director's authoritative voice spoke.Jennifer plastered a smile on her face, “thank you for letting us host you.”“You're welcome. Thanks for the invite.”“This was fun. I hope we get to do it again.’I would rather chew on my husband's balls.“Sure, maybe after I achieve another great feat.”She threw a fist slightly in the air, “I'm sure that won't take too long.”She eventually got her cracked ass off my cha