I go back to Angel's place but she's not there so I go to her work place she is walking out keeping something in her bag. She greets me with a smile. I question her straight ,"What's your name?" She looks shocked, "Why suddenly my name is so important? Am I not the same angel to you?" I speak again trying to calm my nerves ,"Tell it to me so I can save you from unwanted interrogation! They have indirect clues against you!" She speaks confused, “But for what?” I look at her in helplessness., “ Why did you kill them? Brandon I understand. Why the judge? Why cliff?!” She slaps me," Marilyn! My name is Marilyn!" She goes away with tears in her eyes. Damn! I fucked up again!
When I return back home. I see the same officer whom Daniel punched stand there near my house. I bow my head and walk inside. He puts his foot in between the door and enters, "Hey there!" I try to close the door but he enters and closes the door behind him. He pushes me to the floor and cuts the telephone line. He turns to me with the knife and I run away. I hide in a cupboard. I feel my heart beat fast in my chest. I’m very scared. I call Daniel but he doesn't pick it so I text him. Hoping he sees and saves me. I hear footsteps approaching and I close my eyes. To my Horror he finds me and snatches my phone away breaking it to pieces. He grabs my hair pulling hard to make me stand to my feet. I can feel the burning sensation at the roots of the hair which are in his fist. He caresses my face with the blunt side of the knife andslaps me making me fall on the floor. I can feel blood drip from my lip as I lay on the floor looking horrified at him holding my cheek. He looks at me with an ugly grin and a knife in his hand.
I go to Angel's place but she is not there yet and I decide to wait. But she doesn't show up and I get a call from Stella so I have to go to her. When she sees me she asks like she never called me. I realize I’ve been framed and I rush back my car but my angel is not there. I see the door is not locked I enter and see blood I see the telephone line is cut and call the forces to show up and search for her. I enter her room and see her phone is broken. I check mine and see miss calls I punch the cupboard seeing it.‘How the fuck could I be so irresponsible!’ I punch the cupboard again. Someone took her . I kneel down at the floor helpless. Someone took her away… away from me… Someone took her…..when I was at her place she’s involved. Stella enters , “ Holy Shit! Where’s she?!” Acting.
When I try to get up from the floor my hand falls on something. I pick it up and it’s a red colored nail. A small red colored nail! My Angel’s nail. I remember kissing her hand and her fingers had the same nail paint. I look at the nail when Stella comes from behind me. “Who’d hurt a soul like her? It’s her nail. I put this nail polish ” I growl at her in a low voice. “ You” She is taken aback , “ What?!”
Fisting up the bloodied nail in the palm of my hand I bang her on the wall. My grip tightening around her neck.She scratches my hand trying to stop me but I’m blind in anger, “ Where is she?” I bang her again. Other juniors come in but don’t move. They don’t know who to point the gun at.
When I am about to bang her again she gives me a straight punch to my wind pipe. I choke for a minute then I’m normal by the time she coughs up some air. ‘Ok that’s your fault you forgot who she is!’ I feel a voice in my head say as I remember who actually she is. A special operation cop.
She kicks me in my chest when I try to approach her ,” Are you nuts?! Why would I harm her?! I was in a nice shower till YOU showed up at MY place! False claiming I called you.” We both are breathing heavily. I apologize,” Ok sorry I lost it! “ She speaks like it’s nothing,” Oh never mind!”
Our juniors are looking at both of us on the floor deep breathing having such a conversation and they are shocked. ‘Well that’s what happens with partners'
We split and go find her but no avail we can't her anywhere. Stella goes on a vile search for her but she send me home. I come back and go to her house instead my house. I close the door and realize tears slipping down my eyes. I rest my back against the door and go to my angels room. I start looking through the album she was looking through that night. I've been living here for almost a month. I go to her room upstairs. Even in this chilly weather her room is warm and comfy. I inhale her scent then walk out of her room after hugging her panda. I see that the library door is open. I never saw this door open. I go there and start looking through the room. It is a large room. There are three shelves. Like the typical Library the room is colored the same. I enter and I look around the shelves. The books have a single layer of dust. Like they haven't been cleaned for a week. I look through the double sided shelves and there is a vast variety of books available from detective series to motivational one. I see from the first shelf that the third shelf has cartoon books and comics which is cleaner than rest. I know from the huge face of Doraemon there. When I go close to the third shelf I trip over a wire and collapse onto it. making many books fall. Landing on my butt. I look around the mess I created. The window is open and chilly air finds its way to my skin. I shiver both in fear and cold thinking of what will she do. This must be a really special place for her. I got in without permission. And Over it I ruined it! 'You fucked up again!' My brain tells me. I get to my senses and start putting the books in place as much as I remember. Tinkle goes to right corner. The notebook of doom was in 3rd rack. Where was the Arabian night. I'm freaking with the books when something from over the shelf falls on my head.
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who's diary is it ?
Детектив / ТриллерCold was the night when I saw a dusty diary fallen on the floor next to me.I picked it up and sat reading........ That's all the diary read. I knew who the murderer was and that's when the door opened.
