Every single piece of clothing I owned was simmering along the grass, being put out by numerous firemen. The vehicle I'd been paying off through outrageous car notes for the past two years was now unrecognizable. As the fire burned every inch of it. Designer shoes I'd brought her, all of those items I'd assumed she cared about most, were now close to ashes.
"Mr. Bolden I'm Detective Jones and this is my partner Detective Strauss." A middle-aged black guy said coming out of nowhere introducing himself with his caucasian partner tailing behind. Is he wearing a wig?
"Detectives? Were there any casualties?" I said growing a sinking feeling. I thought Kiersey had just gone left eye on me. I didn't think she was actually capable of killing someone. But, why else would detectives be involved?
"Well," Jones slowly spoke clearing his throat.
"We're concerned there will be, can we show you something?" Strauss finished.
I followed them inside, cops are swarming the place, for fingerprints, and putting things in containers. Once I looked at the portrait of Kiersey and me in the foyer I froze.
In bold cursive, your bitch is next. Was written, Wait could all of this be Sierra? She could be bitter about me cutting things off.
"Do you have any idea of who could be capable of doing this?" Mr. Strauss said after he failed at discreetly fixing his toupee.
Yeah, I have two ideas, maybe Si is the culprit. I don't want to press charges against her. Neither am I so sure I completely want to dismiss her from my life. Then there's Kiersey.
Even though I'm highly pissed at her for possibly pulling this childish bullshit, I'd never rat her out. So I'll just play dumb. Doesn't mean I'm good at having a poker face, so the anger is evident.
"No, I don't"
"You sure about that Mr. Bolden?" Jones interjected his eyes observing my behavior in search for a lie.
Well, I've watched too many episodes of Criminal Minds to let him catch me in a bluff. "I'm positive, just like I'm certain finding out who did this is your job, not mine."
"Fair enough," he smirked while his judging eyes stayed glued to mine.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to try and replenish some of my things."
"Alright well don't go too far, Mr. Bolden. We'll be keeping in touch." What's a face yelled to my fading back as I walked away.
Going back outside I noticed a wet pile of ash mixed with simmering photographs. One picture caught my eye the most, it was already halfway scorched from a couple years back. Yet somehow I could still decipher what it depicted. Before they inspected where the picture laid, I stuffed it inside my pocket.
My brain felt like one array of thoughts so I went back inside to the bathroom. Going for the sink I began to splash water in my face. What has become my life? My fucking home looks like a scene from law & order. Not to mention that every time I look around this house I am reminded of my recent self-inflicted hurdles.
Reaching in my pocket, I gently brushed the debris from the photo. Closing my eyes my mind wandered to the first time I saved this picture I held dear to me.
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