5
VALERIE
I was visibly shaken, I killed someone. I had blood on my hands. I am a murderer. I couldn’t shake off that fact. My dad had dealt with the whole thing so I won’t be arrested but my conscience was not clean. I hated myself more and more by each passing moment. I am like my dad.
“Valerie,” he called immediately we got home but I just went upstairs.
I entered my room and I cried out my eyes. I could feel the tears rushing. I turned off my phone and I sobbed uncontrollably. I stood up and I walked into my bathroom. I scrubbed myself as hard as I could, hoping it would take my mind away from it. Hoping it would erase it and make me clean again. After bathing seven times, I realized I won’t be clean and I wore my robe, I lay on the bed. I let the image haunt me again and again.
I stood up to get water but I needed to on my phone first because of the darkness. I turned on my phone and my torchlight. I tiptoed down to the kitchen and I saw my mum sitting on the counter getting pounded by a man. A man, that from how slim he was. He wasn’t my dad.
I didn’t call her name but she saw me and she shoved the man away.
“It isn’t what it looks like,” she said.
The man turned and it was my dad’s assistant, his trusted best friend.
“Mr. Morale? Wow!” I shook my head in disbelief.
I didn’t see myself to judge since I was disgusting for killing a man.
My mum walked closer to me. Naked.
“Promise me you won’t tell your dad. Please.”
“I won’t. Just put some clothes on.” I passed them and I went to the fridge to get the water that I came down for in the first place. I took the water and I left them there. Who knew my mum was capable of cheating and who knew I was capable of cheating. We find out new things everyday.
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After my tenth nightmare, I gave up on sleep. How the hell am I going to get any sleep now? I looked at the ceiling and I placed my hand on my stomach. I wish I was a normal girl, free from the drama and stuff, I would have gone to Kim’s. She would hug me and we will sleep.
I turned on my phone and I views different stories on Snapchat. Something caught my eyes, Theodore was holding Kimberley’s waist. Is he the boyfriend? Is he the Daniel?
Shit! I have to warn her about him. What would I tell her though? It doesn’t matter. Even if she stops talking to me. I won’t let her die in his hands.
But why did he go for her?
I dialed her number but she didn’t pick. I forgot that I told her to have s*x tonight and they should enjoy it.
I called her again but she wasn’t picking. I went back to her story to see how long ago she posted and it was 45 minutes. I went to Insta and at this stage my heart was pounding heavily.
“Please, nothing bad should happen to Kim,” I whispered.
I entered her page and she didn’t post anything. I went back to Snapchat to check her address. Her location is turned on. I saw where she was and I threw a shirt and sweatpants on. Not caring about my guards seeing me just getting to Kim as quickly as possible.
Luckily for me, my guards didn’t see me and I didn’t get caught. I took an Uber to the restaurant she was to be at. I walked in and the rich people looked at me with disdain and a sense of superiority but they weren’t my problem. Kim was.
I scanned the full room with my eyes. I didn’t see her.
“Is there VIP?” I asked a waiter.
He nodded, “Yes.” He eyed me, “But it is very expensive.”
“How much?” I asked, bringing out my card.
“Three hundred thousand dollars.” He rolled his eyes.
“Do six hundred.” I gave him my card.
After the bills had been sorted, I followed his direction to VIP but a room caught my eyes. It was private. This was also a restaurant I had never been to.
Was it owned by Theodore?
I opened the door carefully and it was opened. I looked at the image before me and I started crying.
I sat beside her and I cried out, “No!”
Kim in her pool of blood smiled, “Want to tell me the truth, now that I am dying? I love you, Val and don’t blame yourself, he told me everything.”
I cried, “I should be the one dying. Not you. I deserve every bad thing in life. Not you. You deserve the whole world and beyond.” I cried harder and I reached for her.
“No, you may get arrested. The real culprit is Daniel.” She closed her eyes and I cried.