Where It Leads

Chapter Nineteen

  Seven months Later....

"I can't believe you could do this Peace, I thought you were different"

"please listen to me Phil, I...."

"don't!" silencing me with his hand "I want you to go in there, pack up your things, and I don't want to see you when I get back home" he finishes with his back turned towards me.

I turn to my right to see the so called best friend giving me a smug look. I move towards the table for my car key only for the filth to speak up,

"you are leaving, but without the car" stepping forward. I raise my hand and halt him.

"I am not arguing about leaving, but that car,..." pausing dramatically. grabbing the key knowing that i might be no match to him if he grabs it first. "...bears my name. You wouldn't like to be found guilty of the same thing to which you accuse me now would you?"

"accuse?" he chuckles darkly "watch those papers baby, and confirm that it is your doing"

"Enough!" Philip voice booms "the car is hers" he says in a tone of finalty not glancing back, earning me a glare and a humph from Ben. I know that at this point, he would want to strip me bare if he could. Unfortunately, he is the one that has proof against me, potent enough to lock me away.

"I wonder why you are not pressing charges Phils. She deserves to be in jail"

I turn to Philip "can i talk to you for a bit Phils?"

"go on"

"alone?"

"you can't change my mind at this point Peace,"

"I won't ask you to. Give me five minutes alone with you"

"No way" Ben says

"actually, I would give you just Two, excuse us please"

The friend grumbles and leaves, shutting the door

"your countdown has begun"

I walk and stand before him, and am taken aback to see him in tears and his eye blood shot yet why didn't his voice quiver? I long to comfort him and on instinct, reach out my hand but the cold glare I receive made me retract.

"I will leave, but if you had ever loved me, i want to ask you for one thing, please do everything in your power to keep track of Ben 'your best friend'. That is all i ask" his blood shot eyes stares back at me "for you"

"why?"

I match his gaze with my own "the. truth. lies. there" the words coming out in bits and with determination for him to read the underlying meaning.

"your time is up"

I didn't utter another word. I left as gracefully as i can.

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I couldn't pay for a hotel accommodation because i had confirmed from my bank after issuing my cards that all my accounts has been frozen. The little cash I have on me isn't enough to book me the cheapest room in this hotel. Slowly i retrace my steps and walk away once again gracefully. Well, as graceful as one who has lost everything. I worked hard for that money. That was my sweat! Now i am angry. But i know he wouldn't listen to me. If i go to him now, it would make matters worse. He wouldn't even listen to me. I am innocent. Where would I go from here. It is getting late now and I have no where to go. I am officially homeless in the federal Capital Territory. It wouldn't have been like this if only i had gotten my own place. At least i would have a roof over my own head. I turn off the ignition. Now i have to save my fuel because i can't afford to refuel it. What do I do?