Dielive [ENGLISH]

THIRTEEN

PHIL.

Phil.

Phil.

His name echoed in my mind.

No wonder he gave me time to say goodbye to my loved ones. It turned out he had planned this. Besides, he also understood the dosage of drugs. I'm sure Phil knows the type of poison that is effective in killing someone. This is an easy job for him.

Oh God, I'm so stupid! I've been betrayed. I should have never trusted Phil! The living expenses of Mom, the baby, and himself are already quite large. If I stay with them, I will only be a burden. His life will be even more difficult. I understand this now. However, why did he have a criminal mind to kill me?

I cursed at all costs while Jason was still crying.

"Wake up, Jason! Don't keep crying! You have to help me reveal this!"

However, Jason was still silent and sobbing. Really, I felt like touching his hand, shaking his body and dragging him to the police station.

The police must know, I didn't die by suicide. I was murdered!

"The police should know this," Jason finally said in a weak voice.

"Yes!"

Jason lifted himself up and walked out. I followed him. In the living room, Jason's father - Mr. Smith intercepted us.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

His strong facial bones were similar to Jason's. However, his eyebrows were thicker. His lips were thin and slightly dark - a clear sign that he was an active smoker. Maybe smoking was his habit when he was trying to solve a case.

He was still wearing a shirt complete with suspenders tied to his black trousers. Mr. Smith was several years older than Dad. I rarely met him. Sometimes I only saw him in the newspaper.

Now he probably would keep thinking about me because he was the one investigating my death case. It was unbelievable that fate brought us together like this. However, everything that had happened lately was unbelievable.

"I'm going to the police station," Jason replied.

"What do you want?"

"Nadya. She was murdered!"

Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow. His blue eyes exactly like Jason's stared at him seriously. "Do you have any evidence?"

This time Jason was silent. That was true. We don't have any evidence yet. Just speculation, but not strong enough to put Phil in jail.

"Not yet."

Mr. Smith took a breath. "I'm still investigating with the police. The current suspicion is still the same. Nadya committed suicide because of depression. We will ask for information from her family for further investigation."

"She didn't commit suicide," Jason said firmly. "She was murdered! Someone put poison in her last meal! I know who did it!"

"Who?"

"Phil. Her stepfather."

"If you don't have enough evidence, you better watch your mouth, you could be sued," Mr. Smith said seriously.

Jason shook his head. "I'm not kidding. I'll investigate this!"

"Good!" I shouted.

"No! You can't go!"

"Why? Is it because I work faster than you?"

Mr. Smith frowned. "What?"

"Yes. Is it because you're afraid that a kid will solve the case before a famous police detective? I know you're more interested in the case of the death of a prosecutor or a governor because it can raise your name more than just the case of a teenager - your own neighbor. I've known for a long time, Dad. You never cared about me, let alone Nadya."