Nicolle's culprit
1310 Words
Alex:
I called my assistant and asked him to cancel all the meetings for today. My eyes are watering but I don’t have the strength to wipe my tears.
I went back to my bar and opened another bottle. But whiskey will not help me today. I need extreme measures.
After a while, I had a syringe with me. Yes, I injected myself with drugs. I should take it more often, but even this is not easing the pain. I can’t get her face out of my mind. So pure, so innocent. This is what helps me when I am feeling extreme, but today it felt like nothing. I took another injection with double of what I usually take, and if it can help me, I am all up for it or even more if required. I passed out after a few minutes. Wow, this stuff is good. Why did I cry all this time?
Sir” I blinked my eyes and saw Alan was trying to wake me up.
“What the hell happened?” I didn’t like to be disturbed. I was sleeping peacefully.
“Emma called the office landline. She wants to talk to you.”
I took the phone and prepared myself to hear everything all over again.
"Alex, Thank God you are on the phone. I have been trying to be in touch with you for so long. I have been trying since yesterday. I need your help. I tried to ask yesterday but you needed time to get over the news."
I have been sleeping since yesterday, I looked at Alan and asked him. He nodded and left the room.
"Yeah, I was busy. Why did you call me?"
"Alex, Nicolle was diagnosed with PPD after ..." She repeated the word again and I can feel my tears forming.
"Emma, I am not sure if I can help. I am a defeated man. I can't help you. Please forgive me. I am not sure how I am going to live and I don't think a broken man can help her with that.”
I said with a sigh. It’s true. I am too weak to even wipe my own tears. I chuckle thinking about everyone else. They all think I am a monster and are afraid of me.
"Please Alex, if not for yourself then for Nicolle."
“She doesn’t need me. She made it quite clear. I had to beg to confirm and she approved.” I kept my free hand on my forehead and closed my eyes which hurt thanks to my wound. But then I remembered why I called her yesterday. I had promised myself that I will capture Nicolle’s rapist once the baby is born
.
"Ok. I will be there." I called Alan.
"Alan, get my jet ready. I am leaving for CA right now."
Within a few hours I was in Fresno. I am sitting in a car, in front of the house. I can see uncle aunty, Emma and Max coming out occasionally and getting in again. If only I had courage to go in there too. But I don't think I can face Nicolle again without breaking down. I really hate the idea of begging her once again. But if she comes in front of me, I might do it all over again. And then the angel, I am dying inside thinking about her.
I called Emma to tell her I am in front of Nicolle’s house. She came after a few minutes.
"Thanks for coming, Alex. I know it's only you who can fix her because she...”
"Well, I am not here to see Nicolle. I want something else from you."
She looked at me puzzled and I looked away.
"Can you arrange a DNA sample of Nix?" I asked her after a pause.
"DNA sample? Nix? You know she is"
"Yes. I know she is dead. You don’t need to remind me.” I breathed hard and closed my eyes to calm myself which is so hard at this moment.
“I had an investigation with the police that time and narrowed down a few suspects. I will get their sample in my own way. I just need her sample. Once the DNA matches, that person will see hell here on earth."
"You thought about it all? When? Did Nicolle know?"
"Yes and no. The moment I came to know Nicolle was pregnant, I contacted the police department here and asked them to keep the file open until we have the baby."
"Nicolle will be ..."
"Don't tell her. She doesn’t know and I don’t want her to know before I get them. I want to catch that bastard first and then I will bring him in front of Nicolle. I promised her and I intend to keep my promise, even if she doesn’t."
She agreed, but I could see hesitation in her eyes. After all, she too was shocked about Nix. Sorry Emma, but I can’t help it.
I had no courage to even take the sample from Emma, so I asked her to drop it at the police station directly. I can’t see the remains of my beautiful daughter.
Once they had the sample, I asked Alan and he along with 10 more of my men went to the high school principal's house. He was f*****g a girl, wow. I really enjoyed when Alan beat the s**t out of him and took his hair.
Next, we went to Jack's house and took his sample. Similarly, some of Nicolle's teachers, and classmates, janitor.
I had the list with me since the time they gave me feedback about Nicolle for the first time. I have a habit of keeping a record of everything. Any person who told me that Nicolle was a drug addict is a suspect in my eyes.
I have a report in my hands and her culprit in front of me or should I say culprits. I was hoping it would be just 1 guy. Nicolle told me about her nightmare and that she saw more than 1, but I thought maybe it was her trauma. I never actually expected them to be five.
I was enjoying when Alan was pulling his nails, his teeth and then he cut his d**k. Well Alan is a medical professional. He knows how to do it and then he uses stitches. He was crying like a pig.
In fact, all 5 of them were crying like pigs. And I was looking at them. I wanted to torture them till the point they beg for your death. And then I went to him.
"Whose idea was that?” I asked in a low voice. “And who the hell used the scissor on her?" Yes, these bastards used a scissor ... f**k I don't even want to remember it.
He didn't say anything, so I turned towards Alan. "Alan, make him talk, do whatever you want to do."
Alan stepped and punched him on his d**k and he screamed which was music to my ears.
"It was the janitor." He said with a pant.
I saw the janitor shivering and I went towards him. I asked Alan to bring a scissor
“But the rape was his idea. He said he wanted to teach Nicolle a lesson because she had slapped him. He talked to Jack, forcing him to break the engagement, and then leaked your video and then made fake calls to Kevin's family investigating your relation to her. He did all of this.”
I didn’t say a word, and shoved the scissor inside his a**. He should feel the pain which Nicolle felt.
- Writer
