Killafornia

XXVII.

Killafornia

<>The Next Day<>

Vanity

I had been home all day like usual, just by myself since Chastity went out with Rack City and CJ was more likely out with them. I was originally supposed to talk with the police but they told me they weren't ready to start questioning me just yet. They sent me back home and I found that to be odd but who am I to argue with authority?

Looking out the window from the couch that I was sitting on, night was rolling in fast. The orange skies had nearly come to the end of their shift into that dark blue-black color. My hand resting on my tummy, I rubbed in slow small soothing circles.

"I wish you were here now with me. I hate being here at the house by myself." I said. "It's funny, I'm always talking to you than anyone else." I continued to say with a small laugh. "Maybe it's because I can say anything and don't have to worry about being shut down or judged for sharing my thoughts."

Grabbing the remote off the arm rest with my free hand. Surfing channel after channel, there was just nothing good to watch. If anything all I saw were reality shows and those never caught my attention but they were everywhere. Maybe some old school cartoon network shows were on? It'd be nice to relive those times when I was a little kid and every Saturday morning getting my bowl of cereal and watching those cartoons from Dad's room because he had the bigger TV... Plus his bed was comfortable.

Upon getting to the cartoons, I stopped on the local news channel just to see headlines and the weather. I want to go for a walk tomorrow morning but I don't know if it's gonna rain and I don't need to be caught in the rain.

"In other news, a wild story has broken out. Something just as crazy as the 1947 Elizabeth Short murder in my opinion." The news man began to say as he evened out his stack of papers and my curiosity was grasped. "This has to do with the motel crime scene a few months back, not much information was released at that time but now the suspect has come forward with this story. Starting with a sex trade that was going on right in the outskirts of our very own San Francisco, that led to this man stalking his cousin for a long time and then he finally drugged her. Taking her to the motel to extract her baby but it failed and now he's apparently been in custody for a while but there was no word of it till now. More details are to come in upcoming weeks or maybe even days as investigators now are looking for evidence to confirm his story and hopefully bring justice to the victim."

"Wow Dan, that's honestly unbelievable. The lengths that he had gone through. What were his motives?" The woman who sat next to him asked as she pulled the sleeves to her red jacket down her forearm more.

"Not much has been released to the public but now it's all about getting evidence to prove this story true and put it in the hands of the court system. There's also the search for a missing woman going on at the same time as this, a possible homicide in which the body was hidden-" I turned off the TV, not wanting to hear another word come out of their mouths.

. . . I felt absolutely mortified. This was all just sick in the worst possible way. I sat here feeling completely thrown out into the open, just for the world to hear of the story that was and still is a bad part of my life. I was embarrassed and ashamed, I know my name wasn't released but it's disgusting to know that now the public is aware of Marquis' sick intentions and actions.

Maybe I'm just a very over dramatic and emotional person but I started to cry. I was holding everything together, trying to keep myself from crying for such a long time and now I was letting it all out. Even in therapy, I still held it all in because CJ was in the room with me and I didn't want him to see me weak and crying. Then hearing "this story" be compared to that 1947 murder... The only thing I thought when that comment was made was the fact that murder was so heavily publicized and now my story was about to be as well.