Becca's Moments

Chapter FortyOne

"Anything else you can tell us, Miss Stellon?" I wracked my brain for any more useful information I could pass on, but was left with nothing.

"No, that’s all."

The taller, much more slender officer tipped his hat at me. "We will keep in touch. Thank you for your time." I saw them to the door and they left. I released a pent up sigh and leaned against the firm door with a hand on my chest. It had been two days since the incident at Caffe Nero and an investigation had began on the whereabouts of Chanel. As reluctant as I was to let the police in for a chat, I figured it was necessary if I wanted to see her again. The palpitations of my heart had slowed down. When they first arrived at the door, I suspected they bared bad news on the situation. Nothing was discovered yet. I told them what I saw—which wasn’t much—and they said similar cases have happened over the past month.

It was similar to what Kayden had told me over the phone; the fact that weird things have been happening lately. I regret not listening to him. He warned me to be careful, and like a bitch I disregarded his caution. I heard footsteps descend the stairs and glanced up to see Kieran.

"Why were they here?" he asked, referring to the two officers.

I gave a light shrug. "Something happened at work on Monday. They just wanted a few answers."

"What happened?" I explained the situation briefly and his eyebrows knitted together in mild shock. "Swear down?"

I nodded. "Don’t tell dad or uncle they were here."

He shook his head. "I won’t." I thanked him and headed upstairs.

I was beginning to tolerate Kieran now.

I collapsed on my bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling empty inside. It was Wednesday, February 13th, and I had told teachers that I was ill and needed some time off 6th form, to which they had no problems with. How could I deal with work when my friend was suffering somewhere? I was suddenly brought back to the time when Leon humiliated me for those two gruelling days and I was rendered helpless. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Chanel was going through. But for what? What has she ever done to anyone? Aside from her snarky demeanour she was a great person. She doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment.

There was a knock on the door and Diamond entered.

"Hi Becc’s. Andre garn out so I wanna stay in ‘ere." I glanced at her before diverting back to the ceiling again. "I saw Babylon," she suddenly claimed.

I quickly looked back to her. "What did you just say?"

"Babylon! At di door!"

I blinked dumbly at her, not sure what she was going on about. Then I realised she was referring to the police that left just a moment ago. I released a great breath and felt a smile tug at my lips. She really was something else. "They’re called police officers, Diamond."

"I know, but daddy call dem Babylon. They’re evil." She walked closer to the edge of the bed, examining my expression. "Becc’s?"

I turned to her and realised she was worried. I gave a weak smile. "I’m alright, Dee."

"No you ain’t. But I know what will cheer you up. Claycia showed me this move yesterday." I watched as she approached my speakers and turned it on. Her favourite Dancehall CD was still in there from when they first arrived. Straight away Aidonia – "Di Ride" begun to play and she went to the far corner of the room. My eyes went bulbous as she done a handstand against the wall and started moving her little bum to the rhythm of the tune.

The door opened again and Claycia stepped in. "Hey Rebecca, I need to borrow..." she drifted off when she noticed what her sister was doing. She hastily pulled her away from the wall, causing Diamond to land on her back.