I glared at the flat-screen television hanging from the wall in pure shock. Great, now i'm a criminal. And that's something that'll stick. This was never my intention. I mean, when I was little, i've always adored the people on television. You know, the people who won the lottery, or had big stories. But I don't want to be known for some criminal. That was never my way of being on tv.
I snatched up the remote and quickly turned off the tv. The things they were saying about me enraged me. "Criminal, murder, killer..etc." It definitely phased me, but I tried to contain my anger. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Shannon. Just to see if she's okay...i'll be damned if they find her. That'll mean they're on the right track. Just as I sent the text, I got a call from Chresanto. I answered right away.
"Bahja! What are you going to do about this!?" He snapped.
"Hello to you too, Chres." I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. "I know this is bad, but i'll fix it. I promise."
"You need to turn yourself in." He blurted.
I let out a slight chuckle. "Are you serious?" I furrowed my eyebrows, making my way over to the window.
"Yes! Don't you know how this effects me to!? Do you understand how annoying it is to have someone come up me and ask me if I know you!?"
"And what do you say?" I asked him. I just wanted to know if he would deny the fact that he knows me just because i'm a so called criminal. If he denied, I wouldn't blame him.
"This isn't about that." He sighed.
I knew that meant yes. I huffed as I heard sirens passing by. I scrunched up my face and peered through the blinds. The police weren't just passing by..they were stopping by. Without even realizing it, I mumbled a few curse words under my breath.
"What's wrong?" Obviously Chresanto heard me.
"The police are outside." I threw my head back. "Man, they just won't quit." I shook my head.
"I gotta go, Bahja. There are investigators at my damn door." He said irritably. "And with the whole police thing, just play it cool. They won't be able to sense anything on you if you aren't nervous.
"Okay, and thanks. I'll do so." I nodded as if he could see me.
Right as I hung up, there was a loud knock on my door. I'm guessing that's the police now. I took a deep breath and slipped on my house shoes. I made my way to the door and placed my hand on the door knob. Before I twisted it open, I took another deep breath. Finally, I opened it....
"Hello, may we come in?" One of the two police men asked.
"Uh, sure." I nodded, opening the door wider. I created space for them to get in, by moving to the side. When they came in, I sighed and ran my hand down my face. As they looked around, I closed the door and stepped in further. "So, what can I help you with officers?"
I licked my lips, and walked over to them. "We would just like to ask you a few questions on Bahja Rodriguez." The first officer pulled out a notepad.
"... What about her?" I slightly shook my head, letting more of my hair fall down onto my face. To hide a bit of my identity.
"We were informed that she checked in at this hotel 2 days ago, and we would just like to know if you've seen her around?" The second officer questioned me.
"N-nope. I haven't." I shook my head, placing my hand on my face.
"Ms....we need you to make direct eye contact with us. This is a very serious topic. Have you heard about this woman? She is extremely dangerous."
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Rescue Me
Fanfiction- my works #1 - Being a bad-ass isn't all what it's cracked up to be. Is it all worth losing your family? Your mother? Your friends? Probably not. But what Bahja didn't know that one boy could cause all of this. She didn't know that Kaleb was as bad...
