Crumbling Climax (Grey Love)

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Never let a breakup ruin your make-up "

I spent the weekend in Michael’s room, making love with him countless times. We made love in the shower, on the floor and on the bed again. “I want you back Muwemi, I need you back as my girlfriend." He whispered to me as he kissed my forehead. I was speechless but trembled inside, I looked up and looked into his eyes. "But what about Nancy and all those girls, how can I be your girlfriend when you still want to hook up with other people." I complained, tears filling up my eyes.
“There is no other girl Muwemi, I'm not cheating on you with Nancy or any girl." He assured
me. I asked him about the conversation I had read in his phone and why Nancy was by his room. “Wait here, I got something to show you." He said as he got out of bed and walked across the room. After a minute he returned with the parcel that I had seen Nancy give him. He sat besides me and I sat up, " I was going to give you this on our one month anniversary but I guess now is the best moment." He said handing me the parcel. I was surprised and confused, “what’s inside?" I asked. He told me to unwrap it and I did, wondering what I would find. It looked like a picture frame, I quickly tore the remaining wrapper away and my eyes were filled with shock when I glazed upon a sight of my own face. It was a painting of me, so beautiful and artistic. I was loss of words and tears crowded my eyes, “when did you take this pic, and who painted it?" I couldn't look Michael into his eyes for I was overwhelmed with embarrassment.
"Nancy's boyfriend is an artist, I sent Nancy a pic of you and her boyfriend painted it. I didn't want you to find out so I had to change my phone's password. That day when you saw Nancy here, she brought the painting." He said to me.

I felt so embarrassed and just wanted the ground to open and swallow me, "I'm sorry Michael, and I’m such a big idiot for not trusting you. I feel like a big fool right now, I'm so embarrassed." I cried out covering my face with my hands. He held way my hands and looked into my eyes, pulled me close to him and kissed my tears away. “You are not an idiot Wemi, it's actually my fault for giving you reasons to doubt me. Let's put our past behind us and not ruin what we have." He whispered and kissed my lips and we made love again, this time it felt different and real.
Monday morning I wore the clothes Angie had brought for me, she came to get me for
class.

I left Michael with Derick and went with Angie, we both had things to get from our lockers so we passed by the locker room. My locker was furthest away from the main entrance so I left Angie by her locker and went to mine. My locker seemed unlocked, and I could see some red dried up stains on the floor like they had been dripping from my locker. 'I probably forgot to lock it on Friday, and one of Michael’s ex flings wanted to paint some threats again' I thought to myself, as my pulled on the door. I never expected what I saw, and I found myself screaming and jumping back. People in the locker room looked at me in shock, and I just stood staring inside my locker shaking and my heart racing. There was a knife covered in blood, all my books, instruments and my lab coat were stained. There were words painted "Murderer" inside. Blood was dripping everywhere and as if I hadn't seen enough there was something that looked like a tongue. Angie ran towards me, "what's wrong Muwe—” her words fell flat when she saw what I had seen. Soon my locker was surrounded by people who were taking pictures and videos.
Michael and Derick showed up minutes later and took Angie and I outside. I was shaking in fear, Michael held me tightly and told me it was going to be alright. I knew that it wasn't going to be alright, I was in shock and scared to death.

The campus police showed up and took us to their office where they asked me questions. “I have no idea, I just walked to my locker and it was unlocked. I saw some red stains on the floor and thought somebody had spelt some paint until I opened my locker. I explained to the man who questioned me. An hour later the actual police showed up. A female inspector accompanied by a young male police officer, walked into the office. The inspector told me her name was inspector Mwanza and assured me that I was in good hands and shouldn't be scared.