Spiralled

Chapter - 14

“Did I get a call?” Angelina asked as she came out of the bathroom.

I shook my head. I needed to take a shower too to wash off the mice off my body and mind if that was possible.

I scrubbed myself till I was red, running to get the gunpowder off my hands.

By the time I was done my skin was raw and my eyes puffy. My actions were coming crashing down on me I felt like I could never go back from the path I chose.

Angelina was screaming on the phone in Italian so much that it worsened my headache.

“f**k YOU VAL!” Sue screamed one last time and cut the call.

“You okay?” I asked.

“No I’m not. I’m in deep shit.” She sighed.

“Is it relating to what happened in your home?”

She nodded and sat on bed, head in her hands. How was I even supposed to comfort her when I myself was unsure if everything was going to do be okay?!

“So what now?” I salted sitting beside her.

“I’m going back home.” She mumbled. “My freedom is over.”

“But you will come back when the new semester starts right? What about the bodies back in your home? They are going to come looking for us. I pretty sure they saw us enter the building and your apartment.” I panicked.

“Don’t worry about the bodies. No one is coming after you. My brother is handling everything.”

“What? How the hell is your brother going to handle murders?! Cops will come knocking down on my down. My life is over!”

She looked at me with so much confidence. “I said no one is coming after you. It’s all handled.”

“I don’t know man. I’m ducked and so are you.” I cried.

“Look, just lay low for few days you know. Everything will be fine.”

I scoffed.

“Look I gotta go thanks for letting me use your shower and sorry for everything. Just take my number in case you feel like something is wrong.”

She literally left in just after giving her number. And in just two days she was back in Italy.

I stopped going out for at least a month. Slept with one eye open and whatever sleep I got was plagued with nightmares and rewinds of me murdering that man. I got sick, lost my appetite.

I often thought of I hadn’t pursued Angelina I would not have gone through the trauma. But I still had another murder mystery to solve and bore I was back to square one.

My friends called but I lied to them saying I wasn’t in town. The college was starting in two days and I left like absolute s**t. I could never talk to anyone about the murders or Angelina and it made me more upset.

I had taken a break from my job as well due to my ruined mental health and most importantly I didn’t want to have a crash out in front of other people.

My aunt called me from time to time trying to amend our relationship. She thought I was still upset at them foot keeping the truth from me but in reality I was dealing with my own horrible reality.

The college started and everything around me seemed normal. I got roasted by everyone for ghosting them for two whole months. Emily was particularly upset.

I apologised and kept to myself. I think Em was onto me but I ignored her chances to goad me for truth.

Mrs. Rodriguez was blabbering like usual and half of the class was bored. I scribbled, waiting for the class to be over already when my phone buzzed into the bag.

A private number flashed on my screen and I rejected the call. It flashed again, I rejected again. By the time the bell rang I had twelve missed calls.

“Who the hell!” I grumbled.

The phone flashed again. Out of rage I picked the call.

“Olivia Martin.” A man’s voice came through.

A cold chill ran down my spine as I froze.

“W-who’s this?”

He chuckled, his voice nasty and full of evil.

“It doesn’t matter who I’m. I know what you did Olivia. I know what you did along with Angelina Romano. You killed that poor woman and that poor man. I know it all.” He laughed into the phone.

“I..i don’t k-know what…..”

Before I could complete my sentence everything blacked out as collapsed.

I woke up in the medical room with Paige and mila looming inert me with concern.

“I’m my f*****g god Ollie, you made us s**t our pants.” Paige sighed.

“What the hell happened?” Mila asked.

Olivia’s POV

“I don’t know. I just suddenly blacked out.”

There was no way I was going to tell them about the phone call.

“I have to go. I’m in hurry.”I said getting up.

“What the hell is up with you. You are acting f*****g weird for past two months.” Paige asked.

“Nothing. I’m just stressed out a bit.”

I took my bag and my phone and left before they could ask more questions. Someone f*****g knew about the incident two months ago. I knew it was going to come bite me back in the ass.

There was only one thing I could do in the moment. Call Angelina Romano.

My whole body shook as I pushed past the busy hallway all the way to the car. I shakily opened the door, sat inside and locked the car.

Instantly dialling Angelina’s number, I waited to be picked up. Tears streamed down my face in fear. I was screwed and someone put their knew about my crimes.

Finally someone picked up the phone.

“Angelina!” I almost screamed in relief. “It’s me Olivia. Someone knows about the apartment. Please you have to help me. I got a call today. A man said he knew about the murders.”

I blurted everything in hurry. No one spoke on the phone.

“Hello? Angelina?”

The call was ended and I looked at my phone in disbelief. I checked the number twice and it was the number Angelina gave me.

“f**k!” I yelled in frustration, hitting the steering. “f*****g ASSHOLE!”

Then came the waterworks. I cried in that car for about an hour until I calmed down. The sun had gone down and there was no one in the parking lot.

Feeling a bit scared, I sped out. I didn’t feel like going home so o drove around aimlessly, thinking about a solution.

I tried calling Angelina again but the phone was off. I was alone in this s**t now.