25: The sound of silence 1

I kept on staring at North, a pang of guilt lounging at the back of my mind. He looked miserable and I had an inkling he knew I had something to do with Monet's death.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

My heart kept on pounding the way my fist was pounding down against Monet's door. I needed to clear up the situation with her because Tesfaye was becoming suspicious of North and I and it was unsettling.

The chattering and laughing of students walking down the hallway was frightening and it made me feel disturbed. Something had to be done in order to contain the beast that might rise up to stir some unattended issues.

I kept on knocking on her door, but there was no answer until the door flung open and whoever was at the other side of the door was not Monet Morales at all.

“Hi?” The girl at the door looked at me from head to toe, flashing a wry smile.

I swallowed the bile that formed at the back of my throat. “Hey, sorry to disturb you. But is Monet in?”

“Uh…” the girl took a peek inside the room, and