RANDAVE
"I have a guardian angel" I announced, quite bluntly. Reeven looked at me as if I have two heads, "What?" he whispered.
"You heard me" I answered, brazenly "I think I have a guardian angel...."
My bestfriend looks at me for a few seconds before claiming defeat at my determined face.
"Okay" he said, "Why do you think that?" He continued to ask.
"There's this-woman...." I started to say, "woman?" He mouthed. "She tells this stupid deep riddles" Reevn nodded,
"So you think she's your guardian angel because she talks in riddles?" He said slowly. I gave him a look,
"It's stupid, I know" he said, trying to convince him, "but she talks in my head too"
"You sure it's not your conscience?" Recent suggested, "No!" I replied, frustrated. I pace around, pinching my nose.
That woman is not normal, I know it.
REEVEN
I stared at Randave as he paced around. I'm seriously starting to feel worried about him.
One day, he decides to drink then the next day, he tells me a woman who tells her riddles and speaks in his mind is his guardian angel,
Is my friend going crazy?
"Randave, pal, you sure your not going crazy?" I asked grabbing his attention. "No, I'm very sure, Reeven" he dismissed me quickly.
And here comes his aggressive side, the one who doesn't listen, the one who always do what he wants, the one who does things alone even though it's very obvious he need helps, the one who could be violent sometimes.
"You know, if you need help" I started to say before turning my focus to this law book I'm reading "I'm just right here" I heard him hum in response.
I sincerely hope Randave realizes that he's not alone and he does very much need help, not from me perhaps but maybe from his family or maybe from a psychologist.
I should tell him about Dr. Padilla, I'm sure she could be a really great help for him.
KEARVY
"What the fuck am I here for?" I asked the black-haired lady detector Infront of me.
She gave me a glance seemingly deciding whether to tell me or not before turning away.
"Hey!" I blurted in frustration.
This is not what I expected when I opened the door earlier, I was expecting to see my food delivered not the police saying I have to come to them because I was in suspicion of a crime, what crime?
No fucking idea.
This lady detective is quite pretty but she's annoying, we've been sitting in front of each other for who cares how long but the only thing she told me was her name which was Keziah Aguilar, it sounds familiar but I've never been good at remembering names.
'Click'
I turned towards the open door and saw a short woman in her early twenties come in, why does she look so familiar?
Feels like I know her from high school.....
The girl looked at and her eyes widen, "Kearvy?" I realized that we do know each other as I nodded.
"You are.....?" I asked. "Aurielle Buenaventura" she introduced.
Buenaventura?
I inhaled sharply, turning to Detective Aguilar "Is that why I'm here?" I asked her "because of Francine?"
"Mr. Balawan, you were sighted not far from the place of the crime-"
"And that's enough to accuse me of killing her?" I interrupted making her eyes narrow.
"A witness also said that the suspect was wearing black hoodies and blue jeans which is the same thing you were wearing that night" she continued as she showed a picture of me on the streets close to Francine's old boarding house.
"So tell me, Mr. Balawan, where were you and what were you doing around 7 to 9 pm on the night of March 13, 2023?"
I suddenly felt hot as I tapped my feet.
What should I say?
The truth?
Gulping, I made my decision and told them the truth, "There was a party not far from her house, I was there" I explained.
I saw Aurielle hold lady detective's hand as she sat down.
"And you have alibi to prove this?"
She confirmed in which I nodded.
AURIELLE
I groaned in frustration.
I knew Kearvy Balawan because of my sister, they were classmates back in highschool.
He was a shitty person which made me think that he was actually capable of doing something like this but then as I replayed the CCTV camera of him only coming out of his friend's house around at 9:13 pm in my mind, I realize that there is no way that he is the killer.
I'm sorry, Franny, it's taking us a really long time to give you justice.
"Ringgg-Ringgg" I pulled out my phone and stared at the number.
"09123456789"
What kind of number is this?
Who knew such number existed?
I questioned in my mind as I place my phone on my ear.
"Hello?" I greeted, "Yes, hello dear!" A bright voice replied.
"Who is this?" I asked, my eyebrows meeting. "It is not much of importance" I paused in silence as looked at my phone screen like it's this person.
"Yes, it is" I answered, "It's important to me to know that I'm not getting scammed"
"Oh you're not, sweetheart, all you have to know is what I'm about to tell you"
What the hell is going on?
"And listen carefully for I will not repeat myself"
The voice warned then suddenly the bright warm voice turned to dark hoarse scary voice.
"What is is not always what is. What isn't is not always what isn't. What is could be what isn't and what isn't could be what is"
"What?" I breathed.
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