Deadly Rose

THE DEADLY ROSE

DAISY MARK
“Good morning Mr. Dtwo, you finally showed up. Employee of the year, arriving at work at 11am, he knew well that work starts at half past 7. Please give him a hand of applause everybody, the only officer who can make sergeants, inspectors and commissioners wait for him so that they can also start their work.” Dave said this the moment I get into the office, everyone was waiting for me there and some individuals may get embarrassed in that situation but certainly not me. I set my own rules, do things at my own time and if you feel like I am not good enough you can still fire me. I could care less about what my bosses could do even if they fire me. I know they won’t do something like that because to them I am a real asset and yeah I may be arrogant but I know my work very well. I do what I do best and that is what makes me Dtwo. “No need to be sarcastic Dave, you know bachelors like me, we have got to do what we have to do to make sure the conditions of our living are up to our standards. The cleaning, the cooking, I do all that by myself and not to mention the eating, the bathing, the …..” “Ok, ok Mr. Dtwo we heard you and we have a serious issue here to deal with and we are sure that you can handle it. We can’t deal with it anymore and we are sure that since you have been after the Daisy Mark for five years now and not able to catch him this is your chance to close the case. So what do you say, you choose who you want to work with and after last night’s murder the murderer left behind some clues so I think this time around you will be able to close it up.” “Ok then, give me everything that you guys have and I will start from there. Jane, bring everything to my office and then we can start it right away.” Knowing that I have chosen to work with her, Jane gave me a big smile; the poor girl has been crushing over me for over a decade. She told me once that she joined the police force just so she could be close to me, I should definitely be with someone like her. What can I say, I am not a relationship type of guy, once I dip my bulldozer in a field, and I walk away and never look back. Where I am from they call me Mr. Heartbreaker and even though girls already know about all that they still throw themselves at me.
This Daisy mark case has been driving me crazy, I have worked on cases; economical, political and  social cases and the longest I have taken to solve a case was two weeks. But it’s now five years working on the Daisy mark, no clues, no evidence there is absolutely nothing to use. “Please come in, is that all they gave you?” “Yes sir, and I have checked it earlier I think it’s all you need now to nail the killer. This scarf, we can use it to get the DNA of the owner. I am sure it belongs to him and we also have this phone which was dropped whilst he was running away.” “Ok give me the phone and take the scarf to the lab.” I took the phone from Jane and it was locked so I decided to call one of my tech guys to crack the password for me. I went there to give him the phone and I decided to go to the scene where the last victim was found. This made me think twice about all that was happening. This seems to me like a trap all this killer just wants us to find him. This one was more of a silent killer and looking back to all the people who were killed he had never left a single trace.

First victim2015; her name was Maria Marcellus, 30 years old. A well known business woman in Southern Africa. A Latino woman based in South Africa. She was poisoned and died peacefully in her sleep. A daisy flower was drawn on her chest and everyone who saw it actually thought it was just a tattoo. After talking to some relatives, Maria never had that tattoo whilst she was alive. Second victim2016, a man who goes by the name Darius Chitsare, 52 years of age and a Zimbabwean based in South Africa. A doctor and a business man in South Africa, married with three kids, two boys and a girl. He was injected poison in his body again and died in his car holding the steering wheel. A daisy flower right on his heart was drawn and there was no trace of who did it and why. Third victim2017, Amos Chitsare, 27 years old;  a son of Darius Chitsare. A business man like his Dad, into gas business and well known in Southern Africa again. More successful in this area than his Dad, the guy was living a luxurious and flamboyant life style. He was now living in Beverly Hills in the states and he was found dead by the pool side and according to the doctors he drank poison and died. Everyone would have said he committed suicide but he had that same daisy mark on his chest which made us believe that the one who killed the father was the same one who killed him. With all that security and cameras around the house, there was no trace of who did it and why. Fourth victim2018, a woman who goes by the name Algeria Simone, based in Mozambique, 45 years old. There is nothing much about the victim since she was just a prostitute known in Chimoio and had no relatives except the daughter who ran away when she was seventeen and never came back. She drank a beer in her house that was poisoned and died just like that in her sleep. A daisy mark was also on her chest and hers if I can compare to others it was much bigger. Who did it and why was a mystery to us all. Now this last victim 2020, His name is Bornface Zulu; South African and he is a dentist by profession. A very handsome guy and I just find out that he was gay. He died due to poison once again and a daisy flower on his chest. According to what we have now, Bornface was not in a relationship with anybody and he was my type of guy who would go to night clubs, release some pressure and go back home on his own. I went inside his bedroom turned the room upside down trying to find something and I got nothing. I went back to the office and I was given Boniface’s phone, I started listening to his voice mails and recordings and also reading his messages. I then listened to one which Bornface had said “I love you Dez, always know that.” It was from five days back. I went to meet up with my tech guy to get the killer’s phone and there was only one contact there. There was also a message which reads “meet me tomorrow at 1400 at the Cazan Bridge. Don’t be late.” Cazan Bridge and today, I have to go there. I snatched the phone and whilst I was driving there that name Dez kept on coming back into my mind.  Dez, Dez, yeah it was pronounced as Dez and I am chasing after daisy mark. I kept on repeating the words Daisy, Dez and that moment I realized that this was no mark we were chasing after. It was a person who was just leaving his name behind. Bornface was gay so that means this person is a guy. I drove my car out of the city to the bridge where the killer was going to meet someone there.
I speed up to the highest level because I was behind time, left my car at a distance near Cazan bridge and walked there. When I arrived there, there were just cars racing up and down. I couldn’t see anyone there except cars racing up and down the bridge. I then decided to stand right there just looking at the water and the moment I stood there I saw a girl standing near the water looking up the bridge. When she saw me she waved and then started running towards the bridge to where I was. I looked around thinking that there was someone there waiting for her but before I even come to the conclusion the girl was already here and she hugged me saying the name that I was so desperate to hear. “Dez, you are here at last. I was waiting for you.” I turned around to look at this girl and when she saw my face she moved back from me apologizing for mistook me for someone. “It’s ok Miss, I am here for that same person. I am glad I met you maybe you can help me out. Can you call him and tell him that you have been waiting for him for so long. He needs to be here.” I told her, I just hate beating around the bush. “Who are you talking about? She asked me after some time. Really! What a stupid question was that? I looked at that girl for a moment, I really wanted to slap her that time but there was something I saw in her eyes; total emptiness. Have you ever looked at someone and see a living corpse. The woman in front of me is just beautiful but seeing right through her eyes there is nothing beautiful there. Her look really send chills in my body but surprisingly when she smiled my heart beat so fast that I even forget what I was analyzing about this girl. She moved closer to me and before I could say anything she kissed me the Jack and Rose style. She didn’t care about anything, even I didn’t care. I have never felt anything like this in my life. She pulled back and then took my hand and all I could do that moment was follow. We get to my car and she opened the door for me and we both entered the car. She drove the car with one hand on the steering and the other one moving back and forth on my lap. Some people they say love at first sight, some say love at first date and I say love at first touch. From the moment she hugged me from behind all I wanted was for her to keep on hugging me. We got to this house, very beautiful one and from the moment that we entered the house we were kissing nonstop, taking off our clothes and by the time we got to the bedroom we were already in our birth suits. For the first time in my life I made love to somebody and I couldn’t get enough of her. That night was something I will never forget; I even forgot to use protection. As for Dez don’t even ask; I forgot everything about it. I was very happy, too happy to even ask for this girl’s name. It was around 4am when we let go of each other.
“Thank you, for tonight.” She whispered in my ears and I looked at her. I wasn’t the only person who was happy. “Don’t over think anything that just happened, I felt like this was the first time I willingly gave myself to somebody and enjoy everything about it. That is why I am saying thank you.” Her smile melted my heart and all I could say was, “Would you like to be my girlfriend because I have already fallen fall you?” I was serious about this, I was in love but she laughed at me that moment and said no. Yeah it was a big NO!  I wanted to ask why but then I thought about it and I realized that it was too soon. She stood up from the bed and went to the kitchen, came back with a box of pizza. We had that pizza in bed, talking and laughing together and then suddenly my phone rang. It was Jane, I picked up the call as she left the room and in that moment everything was over. “Sir that scarf and that phone number it belongs to a woman not a man. Her name is Daisy Xigumo and let me send you her picture.” Jane sends the picture to my phone and what I saw there was a shock. That moment this lady entered the room and then she handed me a glass of water. Out of fear I just gulped down the water without even thinking that I could be the next victim. I looked at her and then I started to think could this be true. I can’t lie, I prayed for the first time in my life hoping that all this wasn’t true and she can’t be the Daisy that I was looking for. She can’t be that killer I have been looking for all these years. I didn’t want to rush so I started by telling her my story, based on this case. I told her how I have been chasing this guy for five years now but still I can’t get to him. “Anyone can be a killer right, you are chasing after a guy what if it’s a lady. Try that one and maybe you can realize that you have already found what you have been looking for.” She said this smiling at me and this time around I didn’t want to lose focus so I ignored her. Wait a minute, what she just said what does it mean? She is the one isn’t she? No, it can’t be. That moment I found myself asking, “What’s your name?” She smiled at me and she said “Daisy”. Tears started welling up in my eyes, within ten hours I experienced love and heart break. I was better off a playboy.  I pulled myself together and I asked her again, “Are you going to kill me now that I found you?” She laughed and she said, “Why would I do that? It’s not like you find me, it’s the other way round Mr. Dtwo, and I found you. You are here because I want you to be here.” “Why, why me if I may ask? Why do you want me here if you are not going to kill me?” “Nothing much, I just want you to tell my story when the time comes and use it to help others like me. Instead of being famous of solving cases that only came in newspapers and cases of rich and well known people, find stories that are hidden, that nobody knows about, help the society grow and be there for everyone not only for those who have already been blessed.” “What’s your story? Tell me why all those five are dead and why did you chose to find me now.”
“Where do you want me to start Mr. Dtwo? Are you going to record it or not, I mean after this you are going to have to send me to jail right.”  She asked laughing like there wasn’t a problem at all. “Let me just record your voice, I don’t want your face.” “Don’t tell me you have fallen in love Officer and even after so many murders you won’t sent me to prison?” I also don’t know the answer, the truth is if it was the old Dtwo I can tell you I would have dragged her to the station already and whatever she wants to say she would have done it there but here I was, with her lying on my chest and I wasn’t even feeling like moving. I took a recorder and pressed the recorder. I took a deep sigh before I said go ahead. “Tell me who you are and what led you to commit all those crimes and what is the connection between you and your victims?”
“My name is Daisy Xigumo, I am from Mozambique. I was born in Manica, I don’t know my father infact my mum doesn’t even know my father. How could she had known which one when she is having sex with about three to five guys in a day which means approximately she is getting laid by about 25 to 35 guys a week. My mum never cared about me; I learnt to survive at a very young age. There was never food in the house, so I would eat at our landlord’s house sometimes and sometimes I would just have beer that my mum was having.” “What is your mother’s name, where is she now? “Dead! I killed her two years ago. Her name is Alegria Simone Xigumo. Officer don’t interrupt me or I will have to spent the whole day with you explain myself. Let me finish first and then you can ask any questions you like afterwards.”
“OK where was I? Yeah my mum would actually bring alcohol for me, I didn’t go to school like others and I didn’t even have friends. My mum’s landlord saw the way that I was living I remember her trying to convince my mum to let me go and stay with her relatives because it wasn’t healthy for me to be in that one room whilst she was having all that fun to herself. I thought it was normal to hear all those moaning sound my mum makes every time we go to sleep. It was normal for me listening to all the nasty words that people use when having sex. I remember chuckling when they cry with pleasure because I would say mum is making man cry. Our landlord then when I turned eleven she said I should sleep in her house after her husband’s passing. She always says I would have taken you sooner because of the some of the things I would say or ask her. She would always tell me that I wasn’t old enough to know all those things and if her husband would have allowed her she would have taken me when I was just four when my mum moved to Chimoio. She also said it wasn’t too late to help me out, so as long as I help her with chores I will have good food, and a place to sleep. She took it upon herself to teach me about life itself, what’s good from what’s wrong and how to survive in a cruel life. When I turned thirteen my mum got sick, it was serious and we took care of her with our Landlady. One day my mum was still in recovery and my landlady went to a funeral in her home village, I stayed back with my mum who was by the way feeling better. As usual she invited three guys home and just like she always does they didn’t care that I was in the room. I don’t know what to call that one they were having, a foursome maybe. I decided to leave the room and stay in the corridor. After some moments I heard a noise coming from the room, the guys were telling my mum that she has to finish what she has started and she should stop complaining about anything. My mum was saying she can’t take it anymore because she was still in pain. Feeling bad for my mum I opened the door and I told the guys that they should leave my mum alone since she was not feeling well. One guy went onto my mum who was lying naked there and as he was about to forcefully entered my mum was like, “Wait, how about you take my daughter. I tell you she is still fresh and she can finish what I started.” I saw them looking at me smiling, and I looked at my mum, confused she nodded her head and said, “Do it for mama baby”, I wanted to run for my life but I was late one of the guys got me before I got to the door. That was the night I lost my innocence, these men did everything they wanted with me. They took turns and in that blood they released their sperms inside of me. It was painful, it was horrible, and it was terror. The most painful part was when my mum started to play with my small boobs with her other hand on her vagina. I can still see her right now, moving her hand back and forth letting out small moans. Even though one guy was in my mouth and the other one in my vagina it was no longer as painful as seeing my mother enjoying herself on me. That was the beginning of it all and worst of all we moved from where we were staying before the landlady come back and I never saw her after that. My mum would bring man and say she was tired and she can’t do it they will have to do it with me. She would also abuse me sexually every now and then. I became a living Zombie in my mother’s home and for two more years I endured it until I couldn’t take it anymore. At the age of fifteen I ran away from home. The bitterness in me grew as I grew. Having all those men sexually abusing me was never the reason for my bitterness on anger. It was my own mother who hurt me the most; I never hated anyone except her. When I ran away from home I took the money that my mum was saving to buy herself a house, I worked for it didn’t I? I board a bus to South Africa and hoped for a better life there.
I bought my ticket to South Africa the day before, and the next day since it wasn’t easy for me to sneak out of the house since my mum and her clients were in there but I finally did it. I got to the bus and it was already gone, I cried and then a good Samaritan came, he was a truck driver. I told him about the bus and he decided to give me a lift. I was very happy when h offered to help, especially when he said I don’t have to pay. On the way that man started touching me in funny places, I was now an expert on these things so I knew what he wanted. I refused to let him touch me and he was very angry. He wanted to drop me where we were, in the middle of nowhere and as it is it was already dark so I end up giving in. He got on top of me and he did what he did to me and every move that he made, thrusting himself in and out all I could see was my own mother. I cried that moment not because he was hurting me but because of the reason why I had to run away. Usually when we get hurt out there we want to be with a person who  protects us and it’s always our parents who are ready to give everything for us to ensure our safety but in my story it was different. We got to Capetown and when I went to the bathroom leaving everything behind in the truck I came back only to find that he was gone. I was tired of crying in my life so I didn’t cry that moment. I just started walking down the road going to God knows where. I was tired, hungry and I wasn’t used to asking people for help. In fact people scares me more than anything, is there anyone to trust out there I didn’t know.  I started feeling dizzy and I didn’t know what happened to me afterwards. When I woke up, I was lying in a beautiful room. Very beautiful that I didn’t even understand anything, I have never been in a place like that in my life. The bed I was laying on, it was just amazing. I sat up on the bed and started examining the room, the tiles, the roofing, and the walls everything was out of this world. The door opened and this white lady entered the house, she was in her early 20s, very young, beautiful and looks like those rich slay queens we see on instagram. She smiled at me and she said, “Finally you are awake, I thought you were going to die on me. I am Mariah and you?” Daisy, thank you for saving me. I am sorry for all the troubles I caused you. I feel better now, maybe I can go.” She laughed at me and she told me that she saw me and decided to follow me because I looked so lost. And when she saw me fainting she just picked me up and took me to her house. I told her that I didn’t have anywhere to go and I needed a job since I had lost everything. She told me that I can stay with her, “Take me as your sister” she said that, I was very happy.
We stayed there, she helped me get my South African id and passport, and she was very nice and caring. For the first time I felt loved in my life and for two years life was perfect. I was very happy and on my 17th birthday I remember when she came to me and said she didn’t see me as a sister anymore, she has developed feelings for me and she wanted us to be more than what we were. I also felt loved by her so I agreed to us dating. I told her my story though because if we were going to be together I wanted us to start on a clean slate, and I also told her that I wasn’t ready for something else. She told me that she was willing to wait, for now I should just let her love me. I went and see different therapists with Mariah and we also took a lot of trips together. The reason why you didn’t know anything about me is that Mariah didn’t have any friends, she was rich and successful but she was also alone. One day she came home, drunk and she just wanted to have sex with me. I tried to stop her but she won, I felt dirt that moment. I also realized that what I actually feel for Mariah was nothing but gratitude. From that day she never stopped again from sleeping with me, she had turned into someone else and every time I try to tell her that I wasn’t in the mood or I was tired she would throw back everything she did for me and tell me how ungrateful I was. I would end up doing what she wants and sometimes she would bring different guys for a threesome and as much as I object to it she didn’t stop. She kept on opening old wounds and I hated her everyday the same way I hated my own mother. She wouldn’t let me leave her house, the house was secured tightly. I couldn’t take it anymore so I decided to get rid of her so that I can be free. Her love for me had turned into obsession and she was getting out of control, every day I had to struggle and she had her own sexual adventures. She would make me do all that with her, I got tired officer. I got tired of it all, I wanted to be free. Look at my hands, my back and my ankles; you see all these scars, it was all her. You would have seen the pleasure she has every time I whimper in pain, every scream from me take her to another level of ecstasy. I couldn’t take it anymore so I decided to find a way out. When I mixed up different concussions whilst she wasn’t home I only wanted to fall in a deep sleep so that I can escape but I didn’t know it was going to take her life. When she got home, I put the concussion in everything she was eating and drinking. When she fell asleep, I wanted to leave her something that can make her remember me forever, every time she looked at it. So I gave her that tattoo that represents my real name that my landlord, the only woman who has ever showed me true love gave me when I was young. I left and went look for a place to stay. The next day it was all over news; the story of Mariah’s death. Did I feel bad that she ended up dying, nope? I felt really great and thanks to her stupidity, she didn’t have any cameras in and outside the house, she never introduced me to anybody. She only had her house secured in a way that nobody can break in and out of it, which is why it was impossible for me to leave. There was nothing to link me to her that is why it was a dead end for you guys. She died and I felt so great about it and I told myself she deserved that, no one was going to be hurt by her again.
In that same year 2015, I met Darius Chitsare when I went there to look for a job at his surgery as a cleaner. I got a job there, and then he started pursuing me. I fell in love with him after three months and he was mature, he actually understood me better. When he wanted to get into bed with me, I told him I wasn’t ready I needed to forget the unpleasant memories first and then start again with him. Unlike Maria, I loved Darius; his childish behavior was the one that draw me closer to him. In his arms, I was safe and happy in his arms. I was even forgetting everything of my past including my own mother. His birthday was coming up, I wanted to surprise him and then give myself to him that day. Two days before his birthday he called and asked me to accompany him to a meeting in town around 7pm. I agreed and then he came to pick me up from my flat. We went into town and to this lodge; I thought the meeting was there so we went in. I trusted the man with my heart and he offered me a glass of juice. I took it and after drinking I felt dizzy and what happened next I don’t know. The next day I woke up only to find myself naked in bed and that moment I had my heart broken. After realizing what has happened I wanted to know why this happened with me so I checked out of the lodge, went to his house. There was no answer when I pressed the bell, he didn’t call either or pick up my calls. I went home and since it was weekend, I wasn’t working. I decided to give Darius the benefit of the doubt and decided to go to his house so that we can talk. I got the shock of my life when the so called widowed man stood there with his wife and kids as they welcome guests. I ran off and cried there, after some time Darius showed up and he was fuming with anger. He told me to stay away from him and his family and to never show my face ever again to him even at work. “You know what, you are fired don’t ever come back to work ever again.”  He said a lot of things that day, mocking me with my past that I thought I was healing from me; he told me there was nothing special about me. “If thousands passed through that what made you think that I was going to stay. You have no idea how I regret what I did to my wife, leave and don’t ever show up again.” I was hurt so bad, I was angry and without thinking twice I took out the injection that I had and stabbed Darius with it. He couldn’t walk, so I helped him to his car. I knew I was going to kill him anyway so I had already planned it. It’s just that I also wanted him to apologize so I could forgive him because I truly loved him but anyway, it didn’t work like that. He died on his birthday and I only made one mistake that day, his son saw me. He was now after me and every time he would threaten me. I asked myself over and over again why he didn’t stop me from killing his father since he had seen everything but he said it was his business. I ended up giving in and I asked him what he wanted he told me that I should move in with him first which I did and we went to the US together.
Amos was different from his father; he never showed me colors that he didn’t have. He was rude from the start, cunning and dangerous. Where do you find a 27 year old billionaire like that, some people have secrets that this world never understands? Everything Amos needed was in his house, nothing was lacking. I never saw him going to work or anything. No woman in the house just a bunch of friends who came and drink with him here and there. I was shown a room where I was going to sleep, everything was just classic, more than what I had seen at Mariah’s. “I am not like my Dad; you don’t attract me that way so you don’t have to worry about me. Make yourself comfortable and welcome to America. I thought finally a good person, I won’t have to go through the same horror I went through before. I took a bath and went downstairs, I found Amos cooking and when I saw him I thought maybe this time around I met a guy who was just tough on the outside but cool in the inside. He didn’t say much to me, he just saved me dinner and we ate in silence. “Why am I here exactly?” I asked him and that moment he just looked at me and said that I should go to sleep. I went to bed and at around 12 midnight I felt heavy like I was carrying something. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn’t. I could hear something breathing heavily on me and even though I tried to remove it but I couldn’t. Just after some time that thing on me which I couldn’t see vanished and I sat on the bed, touched my vagina and I was all wet down there. I couldn’t sleep again that night, all I can think about that time was this was witchcraft.
The next day before it was even 4am I was already in the sitting room watching television trying to distract myself from whatever that was going on. I was debating in my mind if I could ask Amos about it. I decided not to, and then see what was going to happen the next day. I came across a gospel channel and I started learning to pray from there. For the first time in my life I had to pray before bed. Even though I prayed everyday this didn’t stop. It became worse, and what actually happened on the 14th day I prayed as usual poured my heart out to the Lord to protect me and at midnight I decided not to sleep at all. I pretended to be asleep and even though I was wide awake there was this wind that blows into the room and I saw this snake crawling up my bed. I screamed but no sound came out, I wanted to run but I couldn’t move. I felt the snake moving up my legs and into my panties and I couldn’t do anything. I was terrified, but I couldn’t do anything at all, I felt it as it licked my vagina, I don’t know if it was the head or the tail but I could feel it inside of me. I even felt the orgasm coming inside of me and after that it licked my honey pot and then boom it was gone. I stood up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom; I put on the shower and started rubbing my vagina nonstop. I cried that moment like I have done before. So this was the horror I was now living on, this was why Amos brought me here. The next day I wanted to go straight to Amos and fight with him and ask him to let me go. I found him having sex with Boniface. The two have been together for years, since Amos was 19. They have moved to the US together and the reason why Boniface was not here for the past two weeks we have been here was because he was on a business trip. “What the heck, what are you doing here?” I didn’t answer; I just stood there and walked out. Amos came to me and he was about to slap me telling me that I have to know my boundaries, can’t be everywhere. “So you can sleep with your boyfriend whilst I am sleeping with your source of wealthy?” “What are you talking about?” I clicked my tongue and walked away without answering him, I met Boniface in the kitchen. The guy was that type which is jovial, no stresses no problems.
I asked him his story with Amos and he told me all about it. “So do you know that he is a cultist?” I asked him and he laughed. “He is not a cultist; he is just somebody who has his own beliefs. You know the type of guys who creates their own gods and worship them, he is one of them. His is the god of wealthy that is why he is filthy rich like these. And that is also why I love him that much.” “Even if he hurts people like me in the process? Why make me a sex toy for something that I can’t see. Why do that to somebody who has her own life?” “Ooh please spare us all that, what life are you talking about. You stay here you get a lot of money, it’s not for free or do not tell me you want to go to jail for the murder of two people already. We already know, Amos’ Dad and Mariah it was you. That Daisy mark you left on their hearts it was not a coincidence at all.” To me all was death so I decided to stay, if I become a little bit more rebellious I will be confide in my room. I leaved like that for seven months, through the door I will peep and see them enjoying each other. Those words “I love you” I learnt its meaning from these two, they were so in love. They knew each other’s deepest secrets, they were each other’s best friend and they were a pair made in heaven. If only they have learnt to live their lives the right way. The more they love each other the more I hated them. I tried dating online once and the guy I met there wanted to see me. They told me that I can only sleep with somebody after two years so they didn’t want to risk it by letting me have a boyfriend. Every week they would send money into my account which was a lot but I didn’t even understand what it was for. What would I use the money for if everything I need was provided? Very night I would hear the moaning sounds and during that time the snake would be doing the same with me. I stopped praying, and I would just close my eyes and wait for it to come. That happiness really annoyed me and every day I wanted to escape but once again there was no chance. I have already killed before so I wasn’t afraid anymore. I only had to wait for an opportunity and that chance came when Boniface went to the UK on a business trip. Amos stayed back to monitor my moves and I used that opportunity to make that poison I used on Mariah and Darius. I put it in his favorite drink and you know what happens later. I left him that same mark and that one was directed to the love of his life Boniface. I left the house that day; I had already booked my flight ticket so everything was ready for me to go. I left the US and came back to South Africa.
With that satanic money I established my own business here in South Africa, a travelling agency and I then decided to go visit my mother. The situation she was in really broke my heart. My mother hasn’t changed a bit; this time around she was even staying with a guy my age. When she saw things I had bought for her she was very happy, she even said it was her money that I had stolen so there was no need to thank me. I asked my mother one question “Did you ever felt sorry for what you did to me?” She told me that she never felt sorry about anything because we all needed to eat plus she wasn’t the first person to do something like that. She had no regrets at all. That night she came to the kitchen and she started touching me like before, she said this was what she had missed the most about me and I didn’t resist at all. I let her do what she wanted with me and then after that I gave her favorite alcohol. I poured it into a glass and gave it to her, I said to her, “Goodbye mother.” as she left to her room. Her boyfriend wasn’t there, he had never met me and he also didn’t know I was there. She was the one who had told me about him, no one saw me with my mum there. I left that house with everything I had bought, I gave it to a madman who stayed nearby and I left Mozambique. I heard about my mum’s death and I was glad that she can finally face judgment. I thought it was over but I was wrong, there was still another drama waiting for me.
When I get to South Africa, I went to the agency where my receptionist told me that I have been receiving calls from a certain man by the name Boniface. I didn’t know what he wanted but it made me worry. I decided to call him and he asked me if we could meet. When I met Boniface, he had changed. I could tell that the death of his boyfriend had taken a tour on him. He was suffering, but I couldn’t help him. I had to think about myself more. He pretended to be happy and didn’t even talk about Amos; rather he came up with a different story. According to him, “I didn’t leave for a business trip, I left because I liked what was happening to you plus with you there I had fallen out of love. My love for you was getting deeper and deeper everyday and I couldn’t help it anymore so I decided to leave and go away planning for a way to take you away from there. I advised Amos to let you go and stop what he was doing to you but he refused. When I tried to contact you later on your number wasn’t going through and I decided to go back to the US only to find out that you were gone and Amos had died. I don’t know what really happened to him but I think he deserved it. I just want to apologize for everything Daisy. If you can give me a chance I want to be the one to heal all the wounds that Amos inflicted on you. Give me a chance to love you and I promise you I won’t blow it.” I knew he was lying but I still consented to us dating. Not because I am a fool in love but because they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I knew that he was after my life and just like a time bomb he was going to burst any moment. All the I love YOUs and the I miss YOUs were all fake. Boniface never late me go to his house and I never let him come to mine either, we always meet in public. When Boniface went on a trip, I broke into his house and I found out that he was going to kill me after he got me to transfer everything that I had acquired using the money I got from Amos. The day that h was coming back I went to his house and poisoned the water in his fridge. I knew that was one thing that he always wants to have every time he gets into the house. He was surprised to see me there but he was almost dying when I got there. I told him to give my regards to his lover boy and father in law. He fell asleep and I knew he was gone. I left my phone and scuff there just so you could find me. I don’t want to take any lives anymore and I think that was my last, unless you also want to join them.” Daisy found that a joke but to me it wasn’t at all. “So what do you want me to do, I understand that you have suffered a lot and you did what you did was the right thing. There is something called law Daisy why didn’t you use that one to punish those people who hurt you?” “When you don’t trust people you don’t, I don’t even trust you. I only chose you because you are one person who never gets tired coming after me. You can take me in now, it’s your duty. I need to rest; I need to be in a place where I can find some peace. A place with people like me, brutal, heartless and inconsiderate people like me, I belong behind bars.
“Sure.” That was my respond, does she belong behind bars; I don’t think so. Listening to her story, I couldn’t help but wonder if taking Daisy in was the right thing. She led me downstairs and we get in the car, I looked at her but I couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad. I couldn’t tell what was going on in her mind. She closed her eyes and I drove the car in silence, I found myself changing roads, instead of going to the station I drove outside the city. I called Jane and told her not to give anyone the information she had send me and she said ok. Daisy was asleep all this while and when I got out of the city I woke her up. “Have we reached the station already?” She asked me and I told her to get out of the car. When she did, I took out some money that I had in the car and gave it to her. “Go, go far away and don’t let anyone find you.” “What are you doping Mr. Dtwo, I thought law was your number one priority?” “Hey, just go before I change my mind.” She took the money, and as she was walking away, I called her out and she looked back and I ran towards her and gave her a big, tight hug. I whispered these words in her ears, “You also deserve the good things of life Daisy. Forget the mistakes you have made, the sins you have committed. Take this as a second chance in life and try to use it for the better. If this is going to help you  out, you said you wanted someone to love you truly for who you are and not hurt you I think you just found him.” I pulled back and I was already crying. It was just so hard for me to let her go. She then called out to me, “Officer, I am very slippery and when I go missing again try to find me. I promise to give you back what you just left with me.” She gave me a genuine smile and I could see that she was happy. Before I said anything, a car stopped; she got in and she waved at me and she was gone. I got into my car, turned around and drove back to the city listening to dRichard’s latest song “Finding you to lose you”, that part she goes:
As much as I want to hold you and keep you closer to my heart
I can’t because it will hurt only us
I am afraid to lose you, knowing I have fallen too deep
Let me keep this beautiful memory of us
Missing you is far much better.