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MURDER ON CARTER'S STREET
CHAPTER 6
Marissa went upstairs to call the police and report the case to them. When she came back, she told Michelle to stay in our home until the police finds Jayden. I wasn’t expecting that from her, but I felt it was thoughtful on her part. I even offered to give her a ride to her house to get her stuff in the morning.
When we arrived at her place, I realized she lived only three blocks away from our home. I decided to follow her inside with a gun firmly secured in my waistband. Jayden was a murderer on the run and I had to be ready for him at any time. She came downstairs with a suitcase; I placed it in the car and we came home.
Before she went to the guest room, I told her to make something to eat since I had stock the fridge during the week. I had to work from home for the meantime because of this case. I called Marissa to ask if she had heard any information about Jayden from the police. Michelle had also provided some locations where we could find him.
The police were still looking for him and if they had any leads, they’d inform Marissa. After ending the call, my stomach started to grumble. I went down to the kitchen to make something to eat, but something or someone caught my attention.
I cleared my throat and chuckled softly when I stepped into the kitchen. I wondered why she’d work as a waitress if she could sing this beautifully. She winced and dropped the knife on the chopping board. I rushed to her side, held her wrist and led her to the sink. The blood on her left index finger began to wash down into the drain.
I dapped her wound with some tissues and applied salt on it. I learnt this from my African mom since it was a good remedy for treating wounds like these. When I lifted my eyes, I saw her staring at me. I averted my gaze and dropped my hand by my side. I told her to go to her room while I prepared something for us to eat. Michelle refused to leave the kitchen. She said it wasn’t right for me to cook alone because of a small wound on her finger. I laughed and told her to stay. While we cooked, I got to know more about her.
Michelle has no family because she grew up in an orphanage. At eighteen, she left the orphanage to look for a place to stay. The first few weeks were difficult for her. She had to eat the left overs of people’s food at restaurants until one day she saw a young lady singing to one of her favorite songs by Adele at the park. Her voice was beautiful and people gave her money while she sang.
When she had finished performing, Michelle walked up to her and asked her if she could play her guitar while she also sang. She even offered to share the money she gets with her after the performance. The lady agreed. Surprisingly, Michelle had received twice the amount of what the lady had during her performance.
This lady, Mira gave her a place to stay until she was ready to find hers. The two became best of friends. Not only did they perform at the park, they also had the opportunity to perform at weddings, birthday parties and even at the club.
Years later, Mira and Michelle had to go their separate ways since Mira had to leave the country and go to college in London. Michelle decided to quit singing. She found a new place to stay, got a job as a nanny and later decided to work as a part-time waitress at a restaurant. She needed to save up money to go to college, but as time went on, she dropped the idea of going to school and kept working until she met Jayden Lockwood.
After cooking, we cleaned up the kitchen together. When I turned to pick the napkin from the island, Marissa walked into kitchen. She looked at Michelle then back to me, but her gaze lingered on Michelle for a while. Without saying a word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving us dumbfounded. I excused myself and followed her.
When I entered the bedroom, I saw Marissa undressing. When her gaze met mine, she stood up and entered our walk-in closet. I called out to her, but she didn’t respond. What’s up with her? Was she on her period? Did something happen at work? I sat on the bed and waited for her. She stepped out dressed in a pair of white hoodie and shorts with her hair pulled up into a messy bun. She looked at me, then averted her gaze. Before she could step out of the room, I pulled her back and locked the door.
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Marissa went upstairs to call the police and report the case to them. When she came back, she told Michelle to stay in our home until the police finds Jayden. I wasn’t expecting that from her, but I felt it was thoughtful on her part. I even offered to give her a ride to her house to get her stuff in the morning.
When we arrived at her place, I realized she lived only three blocks away from our home. I decided to follow her inside with a gun firmly secured in my waistband. Jayden was a murderer on the run and I had to be ready for him at any time. She came downstairs with a suitcase; I placed it in the car and we came home.
Before she went to the guest room, I told her to make something to eat since I had stock the fridge during the week. I had to work from home for the meantime because of this case. I called Marissa to ask if she had heard any information about Jayden from the police. Michelle had also provided some locations where we could find him.
The police were still looking for him and if they had any leads, they’d inform Marissa. After ending the call, my stomach started to grumble. I went down to the kitchen to make something to eat, but something or someone caught my attention.
I cleared my throat and chuckled softly when I stepped into the kitchen. I wondered why she’d work as a waitress if she could sing this beautifully. She winced and dropped the knife on the chopping board. I rushed to her side, held her wrist and led her to the sink. The blood on her left index finger began to wash down into the drain.
I dapped her wound with some tissues and applied salt on it. I learnt this from my African mom since it was a good remedy for treating wounds like these. When I lifted my eyes, I saw her staring at me. I averted my gaze and dropped my hand by my side. I told her to go to her room while I prepared something for us to eat. Michelle refused to leave the kitchen. She said it wasn’t right for me to cook alone because of a small wound on her finger. I laughed and told her to stay. While we cooked, I got to know more about her.
Michelle has no family because she grew up in an orphanage. At eighteen, she left the orphanage to look for a place to stay. The first few weeks were difficult for her. She had to eat the left overs of people’s food at restaurants until one day she saw a young lady singing to one of her favorite songs by Adele at the park. Her voice was beautiful and people gave her money while she sang.
When she had finished performing, Michelle walked up to her and asked her if she could play her guitar while she also sang. She even offered to share the money she gets with her after the performance. The lady agreed. Surprisingly, Michelle had received twice the amount of what the lady had during her performance.
This lady, Mira gave her a place to stay until she was ready to find hers. The two became best of friends. Not only did they perform at the park, they also had the opportunity to perform at weddings, birthday parties and even at the club.
Years later, Mira and Michelle had to go their separate ways since Mira had to leave the country and go to college in London. Michelle decided to quit singing. She found a new place to stay, got a job as a nanny and later decided to work as a part-time waitress at a restaurant. She needed to save up money to go to college, but as time went on, she dropped the idea of going to school and kept working until she met Jayden Lockwood.
After cooking, we cleaned up the kitchen together. When I turned to pick the napkin from the island, Marissa walked into kitchen. She looked at Michelle then back to me, but her gaze lingered on Michelle for a while. Without saying a word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving us dumbfounded. I excused myself and followed her.
When I entered the bedroom, I saw Marissa undressing. When her gaze met mine, she stood up and entered our walk-in closet. I called out to her, but she didn’t respond. What’s up with her? Was she on her period? Did something happen at work? I sat on the bed and waited for her. She stepped out dressed in a pair of white hoodie and shorts with her hair pulled up into a messy bun. She looked at me, then averted her gaze. Before she could step out of the room, I pulled her back and locked the door.
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