sneaking out late one night, luna runs into a criminal on the street who she quickly falls in love with. his looks are intimating and his voice is deep and thick.
he was definitely her type and he knew it too.
what happens next? read to find out...
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Luna Gracie Walker Chicago, Illinois 4:10pm
ugh. i miss anthony so much and with him being in jail i know i can't actually be in person with him to feel his touch running through my body.
as much as i did love he pisses me off when he does shit like this. it turns out he ended up killing a man in the valley. he was shot 6 times and they still need to identify his body. the police now have me in questioning because they think i have a part in this since i'm with him.
- sitting in a interrogation room made my heart pound and throat dry. even though i had nothing to do with it i still hated being here.
"ma'am i'm going to ask you a few questions and i need for you to give me some answers. think you can do that?" the detective asked me. i nodded. another detective was in the corner watching me with his arms crossed, with a blank expression.
"yes, i can do that" my hands sat in my lap. i could feel my anxiety going through the roof.
"we have identified who was shot that day by your boyfriend anthony. any idea who michael johnson was?"
my heart sank. anthony killed michael? is that why none of us had heard from him in a few days? oh my god. my breath was shaky.
"y-yes, i knew him. me and him were good friends"
"where were you between the time 6pm-9pm?" the detective had his pen and notebook out, looking at me waiting for an answer.
"me and anthony lived together so i was at home in the bedroom watching tv"
"i see. and you had no idea about his death that day?"
"no, sir. when i haven't heard from him in a while i assumed that he didn't want to be in contact with anybody for awhile. he would sometimes just disappear but then come back and keep in touch afterwards"
"do you have any idea why anthony would want to kill michael johnson?" the detective asked me.
"yes, in fact i do. me and anthony broke up and michael had asked me out for drinks. after we left the bar, i saw anthonys car parked outside. michael drove me back to his place and there we slept together that night. anthony knew cause he followed us home and i believe that's why he killed michael"
"so what you're saying is is that anthony murdered michael because he was jealous and angry at the fact you two slept together?"
"correct"
"hmm, i guess that does make sense"
after a while of being interrogated i was free to go home. my anxiety calmed down but i was so fucking pissed and upset at anthony. how the fuck could he do something like that? i went home and cried afterwards in my pillow. i couldn't believe him.
- i was allowed to visit anthony that day in jail. we had five minutes to talk and i knew what i could say in those five minutes. sitting down in the chair, i grabbed the phone and pressed it up to my ear.
when he saw me he instantly smiled and put the phone up to his ear.
"you're sick, you know that?" i told him in a sharply tone. his smile faded.
"what?"
"i know you killed michael the other day. are you fucking serious? how could you?"
"you slept with him! i didn't want you to see him anymore so i shot his ass"
"that was a one time thing!" i looked around so nobody could hear me yell at a stupid jerk. "i wasn't going to see him again just for sex"
"yeah and he died like a little pussy to" he laughed into the phone.
"you're crazy, anthony. i don't ever want to see your face again. we're done" i hung up the phone and walked away. i could hear him getting up and banging on the glass.
"baby come back! i'm sorry i love you! baby, please" hearing his screams made me want to cry right there on the spot but i couldn't look weak by the people i was passing. he's fucking crazy.
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i went back to my own home that day and called chrissy over and completely threw myself into her, hugging her and crying uncontrollably.
"he needs help, chris" i said hyperventilating. "he killed him! oh my god" my chest ached so much. how could he have shot him? not only was me and him close but he had other friends and family members as well.
i knew his mom well and knew where she lived so i decided to pay her a visit. she already knew of course and i was there to comfort her.
"even though y'all was just starting to hang out he talked so highly about you" his mama said. her eyes were red from crying and she looked terribly depressed.
"i'm so sorry, nichole. he was such a good man as well. treated everybody with respect"' nichole was his mamas name and she was the most sweetest middle age woman i ever met. heating and seeing her like this made my heart ached even more. i could believe the audacity of anthony.
