Loud music blared in the nightclub. The vibrations were so strong that I felt them in my body. The lights were blue then they would turn pink, and it just went on and on; different colors bounced around the room. I was on my feet and swaying my body to the music after I had had almost seven shots of vodka. When I had one with my mom that one time, I was literally lightheaded, so imagine now. I felt like I was going to faint at any moment, but I felt incredibly good. The pain; the darn pain had fled, it was too afraid of the alcohol in my system. As I danced to the music, I continue to keep tripping over my feet. I had no good balance and my vision was getting blurred in and out after every minute or two. The entire room seemed to float like a boat. I felt a bit nauseous but I ignored that. I lifted my hands in the air and shook my hips side to side as I danced to the techno music. I kept bumping into a few people but they did not mind. My eyes lagged every time I looked in a new d
My eyes were heavy but I was awake, it was clear that I was. After a few seconds, I was finally able to open them. My heartbeat was normal but my head felt like I was riding a roller coaster or being tossed back and forth by a tornado. I was wrapped in the gray duvet on the soft bed and my throat was so dry that it hurt a bit to swallow. My phone was on the floor and it pinged with message after message; even though it was not too close for me to see the screen, I knew that those alerts were from either my dad or Sterling. Or maybe both. The lights beaming from the window kept screaming the fact that it was morning. I had to get the hell out of wherever I was. As I moved my body and adjusted myself to get into a sitting position, I felt a weird sensation in my head. It felt like my brain was swelling beyond the capacity of my skull, and dehydration was too obvious to ignore. I ran my hand through my hair and looked to my left. Then I saw a man. His back was turned to me. For a se
I was in my room, getting ready for the funeral. I still felt like I was a bit drunk but I did not want to miss getting to see Samuel for the last time. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were dark even though I had on makeup. My face looked drained of color and even though I was trying to smile, I could only see sadness and pain. It was evident that I had lost so much weight and my spirit felt broken. “Do you like the hair that way?” The maid who was helping me to get ready, asked. I breathed out a sigh. The truth was that I didn’t even care how I looked. I did not give a damn. I was not attending a fashion show; it was a frigging funeral. But I tried to make her feel good because she took her time to help me prepare. “I love it,” I replied to her in a surprisingly smooth tone that caused her to smile proudly. “I’m glad that you do. Would you like me to escort you out of the room?” She kept her gaze on me. I waited a few seconds and then scoffed very faintly befor
“What?” I was taken aback. I pulled him further away from the small crowd of people. My dad kept glancing our way, probably wondering what we were doing because we were literally missing the small ceremony. “You’re joking, right?” We were now standing behind a tall tree. Sterling ran his hand through my hair and his lips trembled a bit before he released a deep exhale. “I’m sorry that I lied to you. I’m so sorry, Heather.” He tried to touch me but I flinched away. I chuckled without humor. “So…what are you trying to say? Did you kill Samuel?” “No!” He was quick to defend himself. “Gosh, no!” “Then what are you trying to say? Did you see who shot him? What were you doing there? Why did you not help him or call the police sooner? I have so many questions. Gosh, Sterling.” I kept my eyes locked on his. I needed answers because my mind was spinning. “Listen, okay? Please just stay calm and listen. I will tell you everything but you have to promise that you would not hate me.” I sco
I stood next to my dad, and Sterling as I watched the casket get lower into the hole. Sterling’s parents and other people were wailing but I did not make a sound. I had hope in my heart again. And I knew that no amount of crying or sobbing was going to bring the love of my life back. So as I watched the casket get lower and lower into the hole, a small sad smile clung to my lips. I was going to vindicate Samuel, nothing was going to stop me from doing that. My mom was going to pay for what she did. It would be over for her, and she would never in her life, try what she did to Samuel, to anybody again. “You know, it’s okay to cry, right?” Sterling said to me. “I know, I know.” I nodded slowly. “And you should take your advice too.” I locked eyes with him. There was it again, the very intense emotion that was once in his eyes. It was there for a few seconds and then faded away when he blinked a couple of times. He smiled. “Yeah, but I can’t. It…just feels like I can’t. My mind won’
I walked into the bedroom with a bowl of soup in my hand. I closed the door once I was in and approached the bed that Sterling was lying on. “What were you thinking?” I asked him as I stared at the icepack that he had on the right side of his face. “I wanted to be hit.” He shrugged as if that was an answer that made sense. I scoffed lightly and then grabbed a small table. I got it closer to the bed and placed the bowl of soup on it. I then sat next to him on the bed. “And why would you want that? It doesn’t make any sense.”He adjusted himself on the bed and chuckled lightly. “You won’t understand.” He kept the icepack to his face. I could see that he was in some pain; he was wincing almost every time that he adjusted the ice pack. “Try me.” i was not going to give up that easily. “I definitely need an explanation for your behavior, because what the heck? You were disrespecting me and literally baiting my dad into hitting you.” He let out a sigh and blinked rapidly for a few secon
I walked into the hotel suite and headed for the living room area. Luxury was too little to describe how the suite was. I sat on the couch and I felt a wave of sadness and anger. I was reminded of the last time that I was here. The last time that I was in this suite, sitting on the exact couch, was when my mom had drunk so much vodka but kept her composure anyway. It was when she offered me some and threatened to kill Samuel. Well, we were back, but now Samuel was actually dead and I was here to know the truth. I mean, I already knew it, but I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to confess to it. “I don’t suppose you have a recorder on you, huh?” She sat on the couch opposite me. Again, she brought with her a bottle of vodka. It looked newly bought. I scoffed. “I’m not here to record you. I just want you to tell the truth. I want you to admit to what you did to Samuel.” She stared at the bottle of vodka and then glanced at the two empty glasses that she brought with it before
The car came to a stop in the compound and it was almost midnight; only a few minutes. My dad turned off the engine and I opened my side of the car but before I could get down, he stopped me. “Hey, Heather. Be careful how you handle this, okay?” Concern and worry filled his eyes, leaking into his voice. I nodded and flashed him a comforting smile. “I will. I will, dad.” I then proceeded to get out of the car. I left my dad and headed straight into the house. My eyes landed on Sterling the moment I walked into the huge house. He had no shirt on and had pajama pants on. The cut on his face was evident and just looking at it made me squirm a bit. “Hey, you’re back.” He chuckled and walked towards me. “How did it go?” “Um…it went well,” I replied as I walked towards the bedroom. “Wait, really?” He followed me closely. “There was no yelling? Nothing?” “Well…my mom confessed.” I stopped when I reached the bedroom door. “She finally told the truth. She had Samuel killed because she di