niqya

..... THE NEXT CHAPTER. SORRY, LATE AGAIN. : PLS EXCUSE THE ERRORS. THANKS.

__________________________________________________________________________________________

      Chad hurriedly made his way to their apartment, shut the door and locked it. His shirt was soaked with sweat, his hair was damp, his breath was hot and his sight doubled. Bumping and falling, he managed his way up to Hayley, who was watching television calmly.
    “Hay..ley.” He said, catching his breath.
    “Ahh! Chad! Are you alright?” She asked. She helped him sit on the old dusty couch and let him relax a bit. She saw a few blood stains on his shirt, as well as his hands and pants.
    She glanced at him, still wondering, worried at the same time. Her hands were tightly curled up on her lap. Then she heard loud footsteps and murmurs. Her heart was hammering against her chest, afraid that her hunch might be true. Praying she was wrong, she stood up and made her way to the door.
    “Don’t you dare to open that, Hayley!” Chad shouted.
    “But.. I’m going to check what’s going on outside. It’s no big deal, isn’t it?” She asked calmly, though she was afraid what he could do if she would insist.
    “Fine, go ahead and don’t go back ever again!” He  yelled.
    She stood there frozen, holding the door knob. Then she let herself sat on the floor, her head against the wall.
    “The woman has been murdered.” a manly voice said.
    “Do you know anyone who goes at her place?” another man asked.
    “No, I don’t. She lives all by herself.” A familiar voice said, the landlord.
    “Hayley, what are you doin’ there, eh? Prepare my dinner.” Chad interrupted.
    “Uh.. Sure, sure.” She said, standing up. Before she reached the kitchen, someone knocked at the door.
    “Sh*t! Hayley, get that.” He commanded, then he disappeared to the bathroom.

    As she opened the door, a tall man was standing in front of her. An inspector. As usual, wearing their all-black uniform. She had to look up a bit before she could see the face of the cop. Long face, pointed nose, blue eyes, slightly thick brows and a tan.
    “Good evening miss, I’m just here for a few questions. If you don’t mind.” He greeted.
    She quickly closed the door behind her.
    “Um.. Do you know Jane?” He asked, holding a pen and a pocket notebook.
    “Yes, certainly.”
    “Have you seen someone suspicious around here?”
    “None.”
    “Very well then. Thank you.”
    “Wait-. Can I ask you something?” She asked worriedly. “What happened to Jane?”
    “She‘s dead.” The inspector left, she stood there at the doorway looking from her left and right. She saw Josh standing on his doorway. He looked worried, his hands were on his pockets as he continuously talk to a man before him. Few people were roaming around, going up and down the stairs, talking to each other. Didn’t know what to do, she turned her back and placed her hands on the knob. She felt sick.

    She went inside, closed the door and made her way to the kitchen. She prepared the plate, fork, and a glass of water over the table, as well as the pasta.  She sat down and buried her face on her hands.
    “What happened?” Chad asked, putting his shirt on.
    “It’s Jane. I don’t know.. She died. I guess someone killed her.” She replied, slowly removing her hands on her face.
    “Ah, I see.” He sat down across Hayley and started filling his plate with food.
    “Don’t you care? Your ex-girlfriend got killed?”
    Chad shot her with an alarming glare, he was mad. His eyes was burning with anger, his face was in pain and irritation. Her heart thumped wildly, her lips shuddered, she gulped. She didn’t mean to blurt it that way. He stood up from his seat, so did Hayley. She knew what would happen next, panic was on her again. She stepped back, she couldn’t run, because if she does, things would be a lot worst. Chad grabbed her, and placed his hands on her neck. Trembling, she placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. She couldn’t push him away.
    “P..l..ease.” She choked. “I..am..so..rry. I didn’t mean to. I swear. Chad, please. It HURTS!”
    He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t ever mention anything about my past. If you don’t shut your f****** mouth, I’ll make sure you’ll be dead in no time, understand?”
    She nodded. Then, Chad loosen his hands on her neck. Blood suddenly came rushing into her pale face. Her knees collapsed, she fell down coated with fear. He made his foot move in motion, kicking her weak leg. She could bear the pain, though it seemed her body would give up any minute. She just bit her lower lip to endure the pain that was crawling up on her right leg.
    (Why don’t you try to fight?.. I can’t.. )
    Taylor came rushing to her side, tears sprung on his eyes. He saw everything, but this time.. He did not dare to listen and look.
    “Dawn’t hurt me’ sistah!” Taylor cried.
    Chad was about to hit Taylor when the kid spoke, “ ‘ya said ya love my sishter! Why are you hurtin’ her? Don’t you love her?” Then he stand before Hayley, spreading his arms wide. “I won’t let ‘ya hurt my sishter again. ‘Caush I love ‘er!”
    He fixed his gaze to Hayley, who was crying too, her hand was curled on Taylor’s shirt. While the kid, stood firm on his position. He bowed his head and sat down, then someone knocked on the door again.     “Hey, you guys okay there?”
    “Yeah.” Chad replied. He felt someone punched his stomach so bad. The kid was right. He silently finished his dinner and locked himself on the bedroom. Abandoning Hayley and Taylor.
    “ ‘Ya okay?” Taylor asked, as he hugged her sister.
    “Yah, thanks. You?” She said, combing his brother’s hair with her hand.
    “Quite scared. Hawyley, we have to leave this instant.” He mumbled.
    “No, we’ll stay here. Please.”
    Taylor looked at her, then nodded slowly. “If you shay so.”