⚠️Book 1: Black Rose⚠️
Dave and Bernice are back, but this time as Mr. & Mrs. Brewster. How long will that last though? Watch them as they go through struggles not only as a married couple, but also as parents. People don't want to see them happy. O...
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I shifted in the bed not being able to sleep because I hate sleeping alone. I looked at the clock seeing it was six in the morning and Dave still isn't home. When he's upset he runs away and that's not how we need to be handling things. Not at this stage in the game.
I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand seeing he didn't return my calls or texts. I sighed going to the instagram app scrolling through. I wasn't really paying attention to the posts when I realized a lot of them had something to do with Grace. They were either pictures of her or people with her. I read one of the captions freezing when I saw R.I.P. Grace😇 I don't know why anybody would want to hurt a sweet soul like you. My hand started to tremble as I scrolled through more post not wanting to believe it. What happened? Is all I could think.
I dropped my phone in my lap grabbing the TV remote turning it on to the news. I flicked through the channels when I finally heard, "I'm standing outside of the club Aces of New York where gun shots were heard around 1am. They didn't know where they came from when a dancer at the club exited the building where she saw a young woman's dead body. The woman was shot ten times. She has now been identified as Grace Ha. A model and an occasional bartender once a week at this very club. Police are looking at the club security cameras for possible suspects."
I covered my mouth in shock beginning to cry. Ten times? She didn't deserve that. Grace was working as my assistant, but she said it was boring. She decided to be my assistant, but also go back to bartending on Tuesday's. I couldn't believe this. Who would do this to her? I turned the TV off grabbing a tissue box when I heard footsteps. I looked up to see Dave walk in the room, but quickly go into the bathroom. If he thought I wasn't going to question him he's wrong.
I flung the covers back going into the bathroom where I saw him stripping out of his clothes. I crossed my arms glaring at him as he paid me no mind getting in the shower. I looked down at his clothes noticing red on them. I picked up his white shirt expecting to see a red lipstick stain, so I could go off but it wasn't. "I-is this blood?" I asked looking at his shirt.
"B, take that shit on somewhere. Let me shower in peace. We'll talk when I get out!" He yelled over the water. I huffed throwing the shirt down going to the bedroom. I sat on the bed Indian style facing the bathroom door waiting for him to come out.
After about twenty minutes he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Our eyes connected, but he just walked towards the dresser saying nothing. "Was that blood on your clothes?" I asked turning towards him.
"Yeah," he grumbled looking through the drawers.
"Why?" I asked as I started to put two and two together.
"Because I was put in a situation I shouldn't have been in." His back was turned to me as he leaned against the dresser for support. He breathed in heavily then said, "Shoota killed your friend, Grace, right in front of me b." I could hear him choking on his words as tears formed in my eyes.
