The Boy Next Door

Chapter 12

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Honey.

I looked deep into his eyes and instead of the tingly feeling that shot right through me when he looked at me emotionally, there was a shocking shiver. There were cold, emotionless and confused. So many emotions portrayed in one look. I shied away instinctively when his eyes changed becoming accusing. He looked at me as if I were the reason his dad was dead. The look was so intense. I tried to send my condolence through the speech of eyes but he blatantly declined and turned away swiftly. All of a sudden I was aware of a piercing scream filling the room. I turned shocked to see Rochelle sinking onto the ground. She sounded like a wounded animal or a grieving widow, which, as of now, she was. The police man stood back awkwardly struck between comforting her and reporting back to the other policemen.

‘You, you’

It took me a moment to realise Rochelle was pointing an accusing finger at me. I was dumbfounded. The invisible force of her gaze pushed me back as I cowered from her glare.

‘your dad, your stupid selfish good for nothing father, he was the one, the one that killed my baby’ she spat menacingly  ‘I told him, I warned him’ she sat helplessly on the floor as she rocked back and forth like my mum used to do me when I was younger. Christopher no doubt had something to do with johns’ death.

‘I’m sorry to interfere but we need to report this to the front desk now’

She hardly heard as she stared off into the distance mumbling quietly under her breath.

3 hours later and we were allowed to leave. It turned out that Chris may have escaped the car; there had been ID on john stating he was ‘Christopher Reed Bentley.’ This gave us clear indication that Chris had been with him. As we walked towards the front door all I could think was how bad this day was already. It was only 11.30. The door opened bringing me out of my thoughts and I heard the boys making a ratchet.

‘I’m going to your dad’s study, got to plan the funeral’ without giving us another glance she turned towards the stairs. Lamar walked towards the living room door and I followed his lead silently. Oblivious to us standing in the doorway the boys made reckless noise.

‘Oi!’ all the noise subsided at once. One look at Lamar’s murderous face and the boys got up quickly grabbed their belongings and filed out quickly. One by one. Careful not to touch him or get to close. When the front door had shut Lamar walked into the room and sat on the couch. I slowly entered the room a few seconds after him and sat opposite him on the armchair.

‘Are you happy?’ he grumbled not looking me

‘Huh?’

‘Finally, your stupid dad killed mine’

‘What?’

‘Don’t, Fxcking, Play about with me Honey, you won’t like the outcome!’ he didn’t shout that. He didn’t need to his tone was enough to make up for the sound he lacked. And it was scaring the hell out of me, I didn’t dare reply. My heart beat furiously and my breath intake became shallow. I went to get up and leave the room but his speech literally stopped me in my tracks.

‘Where are you going?’

‘Too get my pump’ I replied quickly

‘No’

‘What?’

‘I said no, come and sit beside me’

‘but-‘