Zahra Jones only intention was to graduate, discover true happiness and avoid Levi Karldon by all means possible, but that becomes impossible when she is forced to be in the same group with him for a project.
Levi Karldon was arrogant, conceited an...
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I COULDN'T BREATHE, I WAS PACING back and forth the room, trying to avoid looking at his body. I would have preferred to be anywhere but here.
"Zahra, stay where you are, don't leave the room, I'm coming," Elliot says. "Everything is going to be fine,"
I nod, wiping away the tears streaming down my face. "Okay," I hang up and walk over to his body, quickly pushing my hand into his pocket to get the key.
Someone soon knocks on the door. "It's me," Elliot says.
I rush over to the door and unlock it. "Elliot," I sob pushing myself onto him. "I killed him,"
He holds me tightly. "What happened, Zahra? How did it happen?"
I pull away and try to wipe away more tears. "I was dancing with him and then he asked me to go to a room with him, but I refused. I came here to use the bathroom and he followed me. He said he heard what people say about me and how I was a slut. He held me down on the bed and shoved his finger inside me, I scratched his face and then he punched me and was strangling me, so I reached out for the vase and hit his head with it, but I didn't want to kill him,"
He touches my bruised neck softly, his face turning hard. "He deserved to die,"
"Yeah, but I didn't want to kill him. I was scared," I say. "His dad is the chief of police,"
"I know," he says. He was clearly trying to stay composed. "Marc Dillon, I always hated him,"
"What am I going to do?" I sob. "I don't want to go to jail, Elliot. No one is going to believe I did this in self-defense,"
"You're not going to jail, Zahra," he says sternly. He places his hands on my upper-arm in a comforting manner. "Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise, okay?"
I nod. "Okay,"
"Good," he says, glancing at the body before turning away. He acted like it was nothing, like it wasn't a dead body. "Archibald," He calls out.
"Yes, sir," Archibald says, walking into the room.
"I want everyone in this house gone," he says. "Do it casually. Then I want you to call Mr. Mihailov and tell him we have a mess for him to clean up. After that inform my father that I would like to see him first thing tomorrow morning," he pauses. "I almost forgot, take down every camera in this house and delete all the tapes and then get the cleaners to thoroughly clean this entire house, I don't want anything that could prove this man was in this house, do you understand, Archibald?"
