More Than A Maid

Peter’s POV

Finally, we are off the suspect list. Like I knew it, it’s definately not my parents!

Also, I wondered why Monica’s mom framed my father just because of a rumour she overheard.

Anyways, I hope that the complicated issues we are currently facing in our lives gets resolved quickly. But for now, I need to speak to Bella. I can’t hold it anymore.

Haven knocked on her door, I pushed the door slowly since it wasn’t locked.

Bella was sitting on a chair, in front of her reading table. She wasn’t reading though, instead she rested her head on the table.

But she raised her head up when she heard someone entering her room. She looked away when she saw that it was me. I move closer though, then sat on her bed, right in front of her.

“Hi” I said to her but she didn’t say anything.

I Continued, I only wanted to start a conversation with her..

“I’m as tired, confused, frustrated as you are but one thing I know is that, all of this would come to an end real soon and everything will be fine” I said to her.

She sighed. She still won’t look at me, talk more of to say a word to me. We can communicate now, can’t we? Or maybe she doesn’t wanna talk about the topic on ground.

I cleared my throat in an awkward way then changed the topic.

“My birthday is in the next two days” I announced.

“Happy birthday in advance to you” She finally responded.

“Thank you” I smiled.

She wasn’t still looking at me, so I stood up from where I sat. And walked to the place she focused her gaze on.

“Didn’t I say you shouldn’t talk to me?” She quarried.

“Uh.. yeah, you did. .. we can communicate…” I wanted to say but she cut me off.

“I said you shouldn’t say a word to me until my father’s killer is found” She said.

“Yeah you said that. You’d said that because you were scared that it might have to do with us, and but we are off the suspect list now” I told her and she scoffed.

“We’ll only communicate when my father’s killer has been found” She spoke authoritatively.

“But…” She kept on cutting me off.

“I told you the reason why you should only speak to me when the culprit has been found. didn’t I? So I’m not interested in any conversation with you. Now leave my room” She ordered.

She seemed to be so dead serious. She spoke like she never want to have anything to do with me, perhaps that’s why she kept on pushing me away this way.. it’s not just because of her father’s death investigation. There’s more to it.

I feel like she doesn’t like me anymore ‘cos this isn’t the way to treat someone you once loved with all your heart. And I don’t think this is Acting, like she called it the last time.. I think she now hates me ever since the beginning of this interrogation issue.

But Little does she know that she’s practically hurting me so much and playing with my feelings. I once thought that all these things she’s doing are also against her wish but I don’t think so anymore.

Jeez! I’m too slow witted to have realized and understood that when a girl constantly sends you away, it meant she’s no longer interested in our intimacy.

Well, i’ll grant her what she desires; no talking, no intimacy. and I hope that what whatever troubles her, will be settled soon but then, I stay right back in my lane.

I looked at her with sadness and that dejected spint in my eyes. I didn’t say anything instead, I walked out of her room like she ordered.

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“The police was here” Monica’s mom announced to her husband as soon as he arrived home.

He groaned tired and yanked off his jacket as he threw himself on the couch.

“The police?” He asked.

“What did a police come to do in my house?” Mr Withney asked.

“Mr Daves death case has been reopened. The police came here with his wife. They came to interrogate us” The wife replied.

“Interrogate us?” He stumbled up on his feet immediately. ” Why we of all people and how did they know that it has got to do with us?” Monica’s father rheotorically asked.

“Shh. Monica might hear you. She locked herself in the room lately” Mrs Withney whispered. “Actually, it seemed like they’ve interrogated everyone around Mr Daves. It just got to our turn. Well, I didn’t fall for their trap” Mrs Withney told her husband.

“Oh Good. It’s just a mere interrogation probably, they should never suspect us” He said.

“What do you mean ‘us’? Bryan, I just covered up for you. This has got nothing to do with me” Mrs Withney said.

“Hmmmn. But it serves as a benefit to both of us afterall” He added.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

His wife scoffed; “You got the blood in your hands alone”

“Hey woman! Why are you pushing the blame on me alone? Even recently, you talked about taking out The Bensons instead of Mr Daves. You said that would have been better, as I would have not only gotten the promotion but I would be at the top as well” Mr Withney fired back, already raising his voice.

“Well, I did said that” Monica’s mom rolled her eyes. “But then, I figured out a suitable way on how the Benson wins can be ours as well without eliminate anyone anymore”

Her husband smirked.

“I told her about preparing a future for our kids together. She was so gullible to have agreed to it. Our luck!” Mrs Withney said.

“And then, she also told the policeman that Mr Benson killed the late Mr Daves… whatever. Dad! You killed someone!” It was Monica who walked up to them as she already overheard them.

“Monica!” Her mom rushed to her and covered her mouth but she forcefully removed it.

“Pretend you didn’t hear anything” Her mom said.

“Dad, so it’s true?” Monica confronted her father.

“You -..- now you know it, but you’ld be by my side and tell no one about it just like your mother supported and covered up for me” Her dad, shamelessly said.

Monica smirked.. : ” I know I’m evil just like you but I don’t ever wanna have bloods on my hands too” She said.

“Come on Monica! That’s too harsh! ..” Mrs Withney cautioned.

“Mom. You are not innocent too. Oh Jeez! No wonder you framed Peter’s father and you made me believe you. You made pull up that drama at their place”

“What, what drama are you talking about?” Monica’s mom asked.

“Nevermind. Dad it’s better you go to the police station now and turn himself in” Monica ordered!

“Dear. You know I would never ever do that” Her father remarked.

“I know right. Well then, I would go to the police myself and tell them that my father is a murderer. He was the one killed Mr Daves.” She said.

“You would do no such thing Monica!” Mr Withney voiced.

Monica walked towards the door. She unlocked it and just when she wanted to turn the knob. Her father obstructed her.

“Why are you doing this Monica? Why are you doing this to your father? Don’t you know that you are literally destroying your family when you end up putting me in jail?”

Monica began to whimper. “This family is already destroyed. I’m tired of life and I want to put an end to this rubbish.., I have my own emotional issues that I’m battling with and now this! Dad , you have killed” She repeated as tears began to flow down her cheeks.

“Monica.. it’s.. not.. as.. bad.. as.. you.. think….”

The door was flung, as it opened widely. Right there was the policeman and Mrs Daves.

“Mr Bryan Withney” The policeman called his name in full. “You are under arrest for murdering Mr Daves!”

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To Be Continued