LEGS & FRAMES

CHAPTER FIVE

I vividly remember when I was young my mother used to teach me everything that I should know about the world. The friends , the people and most importantly the friends as she would vehemently emphasize on this. She had also taught me on how to respond to any conundrums like for an example if I had done wrong to someone I should firstly apologize to the person even if the person was the one who was wrong , I mean you would expect such things from a devoted Christian. This was the world that I got myself used to and never backed now on everything until high school when I saw that being the person my mom taught me to be had brought nothing but disrespect , shame towards me. It made me look feeble and it was like I  wanted people to empathize with me which was incorrect. I used to wish sometimes when I speak my damn mind I would be heard  like people would genuine be intrigued to know about my opinion , speaking your damn mind has to be done actually. I really sometimes enjoy being sidelined because people disrespect me just because I shy person or not that I am gregarious towards them. I wish like  one day people would not call me a bitch ( I used to see this as an offensive word especially being used on women , because why would a man call a woman a bitch , I just believe this just nincompoopous behavior and misogynistic)  Christian because of my sexuality whilst I was not aware that people have long concluded about my sexuality to themselves while I was on a self - discovery but I won't complain that helped me to easily come out of the closet. High school is still the worst place ever a child would land on because of the people there , the inhuman people - the homophobia , fatphobia , colorism all of that is just a small fraction of what High school is like. It's actually a mess.
Back to my mother , she had taught me to pray and I still thank God for that , I've never backed down.

My mom came back from the kitchen and hugged me tight and patted me on my back and told me the paramedics and the police were on their way.
I couldn't believe my own mother had called police on me , and this was the end of me. What I also baffled me is that my mother agreed to commit a crime just for her child. Wow , I was baffled.
For a minute I was agitated and I couldn't think of anything my mind was blank , desolate. I was panting up and down trying to think of  what lie I should come up with because I cannot got to prison. Prison is not meant for people like me , we never survive in there , It's a horrible place for people like us.
My mom is looking outside through the window in my room looking for any signs of paramedics and the police.
" We can say she tripped and fell while you were asleep " my mom said in an agitated tone.
I said nothing and continued with the panting up and down like a drug addict who is going through withdrawal.
" Would you stop that ?! I am trying to think of a better solution so you cannot got to prison !! RAY ! LOOK AT ME ! LOOK AT ME! " my mom exclaimed angrily.
I was still like a dead corpse right now. I tried to stop myself from crying and help my Mom come up with a better solution but I was shaking and sweating uncontrollably. Worse I was unable to think , my mind was just doing unusual , strange things.
" Lower your voice , you will wake Mica " I said softly.
" FUCK ! I asked you to come with a solution before the police come ! ARE YOU HEARING ME ?" my mom asked.
"Y--e--s , I will help you come up with a solution. When Lexi has come before we went to sleep she had a bed smell I don't know if it was a cigarette or alcohol. " I said.
My mom quickly went to Lexi and opened her mouth to smell it and said " She definitely had a cigarette and beer " she said smiling.
"WHAT?" I asked.
" Can't you see ? We can say she tried to get up from the bed and tripped and fell." she said giggling.
" Woah , will they believe me ?" I said sobbing.
" They have to , You have to first believe it that she tripped and fell from your bed." she continued " Say It !"
" She tripped from my bed and fell " I said nervously.
"Good , Very Good. Now wipe those tears up and prepare yourself."
" Dear Lord Jesus they are here !" my mom said nervously.
She quickly went downstairs and opened for them. And I heard voices from downstairs and , I also went downstairs and that's when I met a huge blonde , caucasian  man like 5 feet high or talk and his demeanor looked scary and grotesque. At that time Mica also woke up and my mom took her to our neighbors and said she will explain everything to them later , by that time it was 1 am .
I knew that the way he was built would make it impossible to penetrate this lie through him , I mean this is an old man probably mid 40's and he surely had encountered many cases like mine and he has the skill to ask all the questions and a skill to test if I am not lying to him , I mean he can just read on your forehead that you're lying because it's his work , he has encountered these kinda things before.
He then swivelled at me and quickly introduced himself as sergeant Broadway. I was just there staring at him frightened with my blue eyes that were teary at that time. 
He went upstairs to Lexi ( the crime scene ) and examined her and confirmed she was dead as she had no pulse , and later he called for the forensics. It was a mess , there were forensics everywhere in our yard and I was sitting there on the sofa covered in blood in agony , and the only way to cure this agony was to just uncontrollably cry. The sergeant was questioning  my mom now and most of the questions that were inquired  were directed to me and I couldn't help but not answer them not when I was in that state of mental breakdown and that's when the sergeant had told us we have to relocate somewhere but not out of St Luke because we will still be going in for questioning as we maybe suspects on the case , which we obviously are but we were in denial. Our house was now seen as a crime scene and surely by tomorrow morning that erroneous news would've spread throughout St Luke about the mystery murder that took place at the Barker's house.