A friend To Remember.

59: Royally fucked.

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"Do you believe that she doesn't know who Zeet is?" Denise asked, glancing at Goke.

He didn't reply to her, he was still deep in thought, wondering if truly Pelumi wasn't lying.

"I don't know," he answered, honestly. He couldn't tell. Pelumi looked like she was telling the truth but that was it, she looked like she was telling the truth. She could as well be lying to them and putting them all in further danger. They needed to find out who the killer was and put this case to rest. Bellrich was his territory and he was sick of walking on eggshells around school.

Denise went mute. Goke agreed to take her to the mandatory therapy she was going to be taking every Monday. She didn't want to go but her mother begged her. She had grown to love and respect Sheila in the past few months and she knew she couldn't just disregard her. Shettima on the other hand though, was going to defile him all day long. She knew that defiling or rebelling against her parents wasn't something she took pleasure in, she would do it to prove a point.

Mr. Tunde was supposed to drive her to her appointment but she asked Goke to drive her. Knowing her father would be notified, she was saying a big fuck you to him without arguing or fighting with him.

She glanced at Goke, he was silent, he looked deep in thought as if something was bothering him. She had a feeling that it was the recent killings of his friends that weighed him down.

"Why are you doing this?" she suddenly asked. He blinked but continued driving. "Still dating me, I mean. Your friends are dead, I mean no offence. There is no need to pretend anymore."

Goke hadn't even realised the implication of Armstrong and Bishop's death. There was no need to pretend anymore. How would he tell Denise that he had forgotten they were even pretending? It wasn't anything deep but he loved his relationship with her. She was cool, sweet at times but fun to be around. She was smart witty and sarcastic. He knew he had no courage like her to stand up to the powers that he, i.e. himself, and tell to go fuck themselves.

He never admitted it to himself but he liked her. Very very much. He wouldn't be going out of his way to find this killer if it truly didn't involve her. In the back of his mind, he didn't want to die, but he would have left it to the police to work on it.

"We are in the middle of a crisis, Denise, you need protecting, I am available so..."

Denise frowned, "it doesn't make sense." she muttered to herself but he heard her. "What doesn't make sense?"

"You, helping someone willingly, without wanting something in return." She looked away.

"Wow!" Goke shook his head. "I mean no offence but you were hanging around Armstrong and Bishop, you kind of shit!"

"None taken, and I know. Alright. But you cannot seriously believe that I meant to harm you that night, I didn't know they drugged your drink."

"I know about that," Denise demised. "But you have been a very shitty person Goke, you strolled around Bellrich as if you own the place as if it is your birthright. Thankfully this killer has given you a little bit of character development."

"Character development." Goke scoffed and smirked. He couldn't believe she was saying that. Then again Denise always said the truth and her mind.

He smiled at that, he wasn't offended and that she just called him shitty because indeed, she had been. He was just glad that she was talking again, she had been way too quiet.

Goke slowed the car down, as they finally stopped in front of the doctor's building. Denise had been there a couple of times now but she refused to enter. Sheila begged her again today and she agreed to go. She stared at the concrete building that looked old and worn out, a stack difference to it cosy, luxurious and beautiful inside.