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A killer beast
#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...
But then the mistery remains that only time will tell. She wasnt just any woman, she has a family of her own. A working hard husband who only want what is best for his family and a young little girl who is probably waiting patiently to open th door and ran to mommy. A bestfriend I call her. My go to when I'm at my lowest to vent to about life.
My whole inbox from 5 years ago when I meet her is always full every day. Earlier the day we texted good morning and asked to have a catch up lunch later on..
But two nights ago when I meet her at the parking lot of our favourite supermarket, she looked bothered, annoyed and fear... I asked what was going on, if she was ok? She reply a forceful "yes". But then a night ago she texted "secret code" . Secret code is a password that we used if its seriously secretive and confidential for only us to know....
Then I knew I had to meet up with her the very next day. It's almost lunch time 12.30 PM. Our usual spot was the coffee shop just a building away from my workplace. I got there just a few minutes late, usually she'll always be the one that is always there before me.... I call her but was put straight to voicemail. This is not her. This wasnt right either. I've known her for 5 long years. She has never not once didnt answer my call. I called up the house the maid said she left the house in the early hours, but I looked at the good morning text earlier was exactly 6.55 am....
Its 1.09pm now and she still not here or even a text or call. So I thought give it another 10 minutes... 10 minutes pass she was still out of reach.. I call her husband but he also though she was with me. What are the odds ? What could have happen? I knew this wasnt her... I quickly walked back to my office parking lot, get in the car and rush off on the highway just incase she might get into a car accident.. There was literally no sign of her red station wagon. But then what occured was the "secret code" message...
I was on her street a house away from her driveway. The mailbox was a weird wrapped up tiny box that I assumed it could be a key. I Stopped then I pull the box out. Park the car and ran inside her house. I went to her room and try to track her steps. But I wasnt thinking clearly, maybe she was stuck in traffic somewhere, or maybe she forgot... Try calling her again but it was still out of reach...
Not to panic i said to myself... on my phone we have an app that can track our mobile device incase of emergency. The last location was shown but the mobile was still out of reach. What got my attention was the destination of the last location that was shown. It was the richest neighborhood, were all the wealthy business people lived. But what was she doing there? Whom will she knows there besides her Boss that owns the Biggest Car Dealer in the country, the invented of the first keyless car model.... Farrin Winton
I drove there thinking maybe her mobile ran out of battery?? My GPS red light alarmed that I'm exactly at the last seen track of my friends mobile. It was infront of the only 3 storey mansion. Off white, quite, well maintain. I was curious. So I walked towards the door and ring the bell. The door was slightly open and the house was just very randomly seen. "Hellow" Hellow.....
I open the door and slowly walked in... From the outside it looks perfectly maintain but the inside was abit weird... dusted, furniture's where covered with grey materials... almost as if no one lived there.. But what was she doing here. Her Boss, a wealthy businessman could have not stay here with all this rusty and dusty look.
I was a little bit nervous but something tells me to take the stairs.. my instincts and just a scent of her ice tea perfume was coming from the stairs... I reach the top of the stairs and on my left was a pair of her favorite crocs brown heel. I walked towards the room and as I pushed the door open and what I see was a naked lady on a bond of blood laying on the bed with eyes open and this guy with a knife on his hand. A closer look to see those 2 eyes was my bestfriend. I scream....... I shouted........
and call 911. Not even a minute they were there......
This guy whom I've never ever seen or heard of before frozed...... As I try to compliminise the whole scenery as the police was on the scene... i needed answer.
I asked the officer if i could at least have a 1 minute with him. He was the son of my friends boss. The new owner of the biggest car dealer in town, he was my bestfriend first lover who is nothing but an obsessed human whom become wild and vicious because my bestfriend left his abused and violent ways. His money didnt do his justice but was the end of his career. A coward of a human.
© Tamz Sua
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...
But then the mistery remains that only time will tell. She wasnt just any woman, she has a family of her own. A working hard husband who only want what is best for his family and a young little girl who is probably waiting patiently to open th door and ran to mommy. A bestfriend I call her. My go to when I'm at my lowest to vent to about life.
My whole inbox from 5 years ago when I meet her is always full every day. Earlier the day we texted good morning and asked to have a catch up lunch later on..
But two nights ago when I meet her at the parking lot of our favourite supermarket, she looked bothered, annoyed and fear... I asked what was going on, if she was ok? She reply a forceful "yes". But then a night ago she texted "secret code" . Secret code is a password that we used if its seriously secretive and confidential for only us to know....
Then I knew I had to meet up with her the very next day. It's almost lunch time 12.30 PM. Our usual spot was the coffee shop just a building away from my workplace. I got there just a few minutes late, usually she'll always be the one that is always there before me.... I call her but was put straight to voicemail. This is not her. This wasnt right either. I've known her for 5 long years. She has never not once didnt answer my call. I called up the house the maid said she left the house in the early hours, but I looked at the good morning text earlier was exactly 6.55 am....
Its 1.09pm now and she still not here or even a text or call. So I thought give it another 10 minutes... 10 minutes pass she was still out of reach.. I call her husband but he also though she was with me. What are the odds ? What could have happen? I knew this wasnt her... I quickly walked back to my office parking lot, get in the car and rush off on the highway just incase she might get into a car accident.. There was literally no sign of her red station wagon. But then what occured was the "secret code" message...
I was on her street a house away from her driveway. The mailbox was a weird wrapped up tiny box that I assumed it could be a key. I Stopped then I pull the box out. Park the car and ran inside her house. I went to her room and try to track her steps. But I wasnt thinking clearly, maybe she was stuck in traffic somewhere, or maybe she forgot... Try calling her again but it was still out of reach...
Not to panic i said to myself... on my phone we have an app that can track our mobile device incase of emergency. The last location was shown but the mobile was still out of reach. What got my attention was the destination of the last location that was shown. It was the richest neighborhood, were all the wealthy business people lived. But what was she doing there? Whom will she knows there besides her Boss that owns the Biggest Car Dealer in the country, the invented of the first keyless car model.... Farrin Winton
I drove there thinking maybe her mobile ran out of battery?? My GPS red light alarmed that I'm exactly at the last seen track of my friends mobile. It was infront of the only 3 storey mansion. Off white, quite, well maintain. I was curious. So I walked towards the door and ring the bell. The door was slightly open and the house was just very randomly seen. "Hellow" Hellow.....
I open the door and slowly walked in... From the outside it looks perfectly maintain but the inside was abit weird... dusted, furniture's where covered with grey materials... almost as if no one lived there.. But what was she doing here. Her Boss, a wealthy businessman could have not stay here with all this rusty and dusty look.
I was a little bit nervous but something tells me to take the stairs.. my instincts and just a scent of her ice tea perfume was coming from the stairs... I reach the top of the stairs and on my left was a pair of her favorite crocs brown heel. I walked towards the room and as I pushed the door open and what I see was a naked lady on a bond of blood laying on the bed with eyes open and this guy with a knife on his hand. A closer look to see those 2 eyes was my bestfriend. I scream....... I shouted........
and call 911. Not even a minute they were there......
This guy whom I've never ever seen or heard of before frozed...... As I try to compliminise the whole scenery as the police was on the scene... i needed answer.
I asked the officer if i could at least have a 1 minute with him. He was the son of my friends boss. The new owner of the biggest car dealer in town, he was my bestfriend first lover who is nothing but an obsessed human whom become wild and vicious because my bestfriend left his abused and violent ways. His money didnt do his justice but was the end of his career. A coward of a human.
© Tamz Sua
