Long nights and street lights

Who?

Luckily, Jake had more sense than me and threw on a shirt. All I could manage to do was sit there stunned. 

I could feel his eyes on me but I stared at the floor with too many thoughts running through my head. I tried to think what Jake would be thinking at that present moment. In my defence, I did tell him. 

It felt like hours before Connor walked into the kitchen. I heard his footsteps along the old, wooden floorboards and there was nothing I could do about it.

I've done a lot of terrible things in my life time, trust me, I got expelled in Primary school. But I can tell you that none of those things mattered anymore, they all disappeared. But this honestly felt like it was the worst thing I'd ever done. It honestly felt like the worst sin I'd ever committed and if God decided not to forgive me of this sin, I would probably agree with him. 

He rounded the corner. I saw his shoes, then his body then finally his soft face. "Aisha?" I waited for him to realise. 

My eyes filled with tears. He froze, almost gasping. For endless moments he stared into my eyes, a look of disappointment, not anger. He didn't say a word, just turned and left, along with Jake who was not far behind him. 

I tried to convince myself over and over that it was bound to happen one day. He didn't come back that night and all I heard from him was a text message saying, "Three days". I assumed that he was giving me three days to get my shit out and find somewhere else to live.  

I didn't hear from Jake at all for the next week and I kept telling myself he was in shock, he would call me after he thought I had sufficient time to sort myself out. 

Two days after I had moved out, the station called me again. They asked me to come in. 

"I'm sorry Aisha, I don't know how to tell you this."

The officer said as soon as I stepped through the door of his office. My heart thrashed through the floor beneath me. I hadn't even sat down when he continued. 

"We've done some investigations that have proven that both deaths of your parents were most likely not accidents."

I stared at him confused, my father died of a heart attack and my mother, well, who knows what happened to her? 

"It's hard to explain but basically, as seen from our investigations, we can make fairly accurate assumptions that your mother was kidnapped."

I can't say this came as a shock to me, as I was left to make assumptions about her whereabouts even as a child. 

"Because we have not confirmed this, I can't, unfortunately, give you specific details."

I nodded. "And my Dad?" My heart began to pound. This was the news I was worried about.

"Your father's death was also no accident. As soon as he died, we did investigations. Aisha, he was poisoned." 

"Like food poisoning? Or like actually someone put something in his drink?" 

He didn't answer my question, so I assumed someone had deliberately poisoned him. "Aisha, I want you to think very hard now and over the next 24 hours, is there anyone your family was friends with or related to that possibly, for some reason might want to target your parents?" 

My thoughts wandered far and wide. I didn't exactly have any family and we never had any close friends that could have been wanting revenge. Nevertheless, I walked out an continued to assess the situation, thinking over his questions. I was so deep in thought that when a tanned, hard worked hand knocked on the window of my car, I almost screamed.