Murder at the McMasters' Residence

Chapter 14

I erupted into tears, embarrassed and heartbroken. Sylvester has never yelled at the me the way he just did and in front of people at that.

And what does he mean by I always think someone is trying to kill me? I don't! This is the second time!

Of all people, Sylvester should know how I feel about strangers especially since that incident with his ex-girlfriend, Victoria. It's not that I always think someone is trying to murder me, it's just that my radar picks up negative energy easily since Victoria.

It breaks my heart to see him get so angry with me about something that is not only life-threatening to me but also to our baby. As far as I'm concerned I am now in this alone to save myself and my baby.

"C'mon Aria. Let me take you home," Chelsea whispered patting my back.
"I'll be fine," I sniffed. "Just make sure Claire talks to the police before the night ends. I'll see you tomorrow."

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I got home and headed straight to the bedroom. Syl wasn't home and I didn't expect him to be here after all the bitching at the hospital. I stripped down and headed in the bathroom for a soothing bubble bath. My back ached and my ankles looked like they were about to erupt any minute now.

I rubbed my belly as I felt my baby girl squirm inside of me. She probably could feel how upset and heated I still was from that argument with her confused father.
"I'm sorry about the whole negative energy but you're not making me feel any better with all this movement. Keep still," I whispered but she ignored me.
I came out of the bathtub, swaddling myself into my fluffy robe and laid in bed. I drew a pillow close by and cuddled with it, thinking about what Sylvester did earlier. I have never seen him like this nor have we ever argued. I just didn't understand why he wouldn't believe me.

What was Moss telling him?

I thought hard about what he said about what he said he and Moss had in common.

"..cheating, ungrateful wives.."
Did Moss wife cheat on him? Or is that just another fucking lie?

I managed to get to my feet to search for my cellphone and Moss' secret box. Sylvester has to know the truth about his 'friend'. I began taking pictures of the box and everything inside.

Articles, pictures, every fucking thing.

Sylvester has to believe me now. I sent all the pictures via message then sat on the bed, waiting for him to call me and apologize for being a big dick.

Half an hour had passed and there was still no call from him but I could clearly see that he had seen them. I let out a sigh of frustration then flung my head back on the bed, tears streaming down my face.

He doesn't care about me.

I planted my hands on my belly. My heart dropped at the thought of Syl leaving me alone with our baby girl.

He doesn't care about us.

I sobbed into the white comforter, gasping for air occasionally. My heart shattered, my spirits dampened and my body weakened from the pain of this pregnancy.
Suddenly, my phone chimed. I grabbed it, opening the message that was from Syl. It was a photo. I wiped my foggy, teary eyes, trying to get a better look at the photo.

It was a photo of Syl but to my surprise he was beaten up. His face was bloody and his clothes were torn. His hands were tied before him and he was standing on a chair with a rope around his neck. His eyes were glossy as if he was crying when the picture was taken.

"Oh my God," I whispered, my heart flip-flopped in my chest.

Suddenly my phone chimed again making me jump. Again, it was from Syl's phone.
It read:
Since you like sending pictures of shit.. Here's one for you💩

I scanned the photo of Syl again and discovered he was in our basement. I had to get to him before psycho Moss killed him. As I approached the bedroom door, I heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. I locked the door then started searching for Syl's gun. Not even a minute after, the power went out. I scuffled around in the darkness trying to find my phone on the bed. There was banging on the door then a little chuckle.

Moss.