The Diary Of Keith

20

In the morning Wilson had mentioned to me that it was best to keep Emerson out of the story since I could get caught for murder in the blink of an eye and It was through pure serendipity that she did not hear anything about the murder. The journal entry for yesterday tells me about the jaw dropping appearance of Katherine, and the whole morning I had been thinking about how messed up my life has gotten. Psychologically I may not remember facts and occurrences but it feels as if my subconscious is now used to the ghastly events that come forth every day. The feeling of joy and genuine peace is slowly fading inside me, and I do not 'feel' much as I used to.

Morning coffee was ready and Keith sipped on the warm beverage enjoying the presence of Lucy and the cats, wandering around each other's food. He walked around in the balcony enjoying the light breeze while randomly naming houses.

"red bricks, yellow mansion, lemonade house, blue devil, white castle" he giggled.

It happened while what I reckoned being a moment of peace that was stripped away. A lady in a black leather bodysuit walked briskly in the street looking around the houses, 'where is C 22' I could hear her say to herself which was my plot number. The blonde hair and the unique walk rang a bell the exact moment she stopped in front of the gate and looked up at me. 'Detective Emerson! you are under arrest for the first degree murder of Daniel Newman!' her voice echoed between my ears , my heart dropped. She held out a 9 mm pistol and pointed it at me, cops appeared out of nowhere holding handcuffs. She shot the bullet right at my head when I fell back. I looked up and everyone was gone. I popped some antipsychotics and I was good as new.

Today I got two most dreadful phone calls of my life, I will proceed to explain the first one. It was from my daughter Olivia who seemed to be exhausted and mentioned moving out and never coming back as soon as she got the chance. I don't really blame her though.

"Once this bitch of a woman lets me go, I will move as far away from this family drama as possible because I don't deserve this life" she taunted

"Olivia darling, I promise I will do something as soon as I can"

"yeah right" she chuckled "Katherine wants to talk, here"

"Hey"

"what do you want" he grunted

"meet me at Hendrix at 3, we need to talk"

"alright"

We met exactly at three twenty, I saw her waiting at a table all alone, just like she deserves to be. She wanted to talk about the property. In the middle of our conversation I would get texts from Wilson telling me change of plans, He said he wouldn't tell Emerson about anything other than the property issues, he told me she was willing to hep as soon as matters got out of control, but I reminded him I was in control at the moment.

She wore khaki pants that fit too tight and a revealing V neck button down. Katherine flipped her non existent hair and looked at him with a meaningless grin and started talking. "You are still so handsome"

"get to the point, I am not her to waste time"

"So, the house, what have you decided" She started talking in a fake formal monotone. while playing with her fork.

"Just tell me this, why don't you buy a new one, you are rich" He mentioned, pointing his fork at her face, aggressively.

"I lost my job" she sighed

Didn't surprise me If you ask

"I am sorry about that, but the house, has memories attached to it and I can't just give it away to you try to understand"

"Keith" she murmured with a pity smile and placed her hand on his thigh from underneath the table. He almost jerked out of his chair close to falling down.

"what the hell!" he whispered yanking her hand away. The act disrupted the atmosphere and locals started staring at them with curious eyes.

"look underneath honey" she whispered back after everyone got busy

She held out a gun, pointing at my abdomen. The thought of being shot in the abdomen made me gag.

She came close to my cheek and whispered in a sensual voice, "this will be you and your daughter's fate if you refuse me" I lost my shit and begged her to give me five more days and she finally agreed. I sighed of relief when she walked out that door, her strong cologne still lingering in the air.

There was more to come in the evening which brings me to my second phone call. It was a call from the local hospital alerting me about my mother's emergency visit. I rushed to the ICU where the doctors were asking her a few questions. I stared blankly at them, fishing for answers.

"You must be..." the doctor scratched his head

"Keith Flick her son"

"good evening sir, she came in with severe nausea and headaches and we will have to run an MRI scan"

"Go for it doctor" he replied, almost nauseous and stuttering from dread

"Please contain yourself, you shall stand by in the waiting room" he recommended

I waited there impatiently, readying myself for any possible outcome, trying to compose my shaking body as I saw them drag her bed out of the ICU. It had been an hour almost of me praying silently and the doctor arriving with the news. Finally, he came out of the MRI room with his stethoscope hanging on one shoulder From the look on his face I knew it was doomsday, I knew it wasn't good news.

"I'm sorry mister Keith your mother has stage three Glyoblastoma"

"what, what is that" He stuttered

"It is a rare form of  aggressive brain cancer, the patient at such stage usually has a few months left" he explained "We usually don't do radiation therapy with this because it leads to life altering brain damage in most cases" he held out the scans

"No..." he whispered, looking at the floor wanting to vanish in thin air "I don't want her to suffer like me"

"I am sorry, would you like to go see her"

"Yes!" he responded instantly and the doctor took him into the room where Avi lied, lifeless and clammy in her wrinkled pale skin which was pierced by many tiny drips.

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