Demons of My past

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

"Zainab, I'm trying to watch something... can you please move," huffed Yunus before shoving some food in his mouth.

"Yunus, I'm serious... I want to go back to New York. I'm tired of sitting around while so much is happening," I said in an exasperated voice.

We had been arguing over the matter for two days now. He didn't want to go, and I desperately wanted to go.

"Look Zainab, I said that I will not take you to New York... give it a rest already," he said through a mouth full of spaghetti peeking around me to watch the TV.

"My family need's me. Yahya need's me...my friend's need me," I argued in a small voice. 

"And I need for you to stay safe and protected. Which... isn't going to be an option if we go to NYC," he sighed amusement clear in his eyes.

"We have to go back," I repeated stubbornly crossing my arms.

"Not until they say it's ok for you to come back," he replied propping his feet on the table.

"They already have someone who they believe is the killer," I argued.

That earned me a smile.

"According to you that isn't the killer. Which means the real one is still out there," He smirked.

"Or not... besides one of my close friends... is apparently dead. I should at least be there for her funeral," I replied impatiently stomping my foot like a child.

"And what if it's a lie? A way to make you come back?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and crossing his arms as well. 

"Yunus, please... I want to go back," I pleaded.

"Nope. Right now, I'm keeping you here until it all dies down. Or I get a call or email telling me it's ok to bring you back," he grinned wolfishly.

"That isn't fair," I growled.

"Princess, life isn't fair," he chuckled.

"Now... can I please go back to watching my show?" he asked sweetly.

"You make me so mad," I growled marching out of the living room.

"You're easy to rattle," he chuckled after me.

How is it that he is able to comfort me and annoy me? I wondered to myself, as I marched to his office fuming with anger. Why couldn't he see it my way? Why couldn't he understand I needed to go back? I opened the door to his office and walked toward my laptop. When the most brilliant idea hit me.

"Why don't I send him an email?" I asked myself. 

 I quickly opened my laptop. I still remembered my dad's email. I logged in, and I wrote a detailed email asking Yunus to bring me back to NYC. Hopefully, my dad wouldn't see it. I sent it quickly before I could change my mind. I left the room wanting to not be caught in the scene of the crime. 

Hopefully, we will go by tomorrow morning. I knew I had to be in NY soon. I just had this gut feeling. Something was about to happen and I needed to be there when it did. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt because of me.  

Sam wasn't the killer. Either he was set up, or the killer had something on him. What that could possibly be, I had no idea.

 One way or another I was going to get to the bottom of it. My first step would be seeing Sam with my own eyes. I wanted to look him straight in the eye and ask him myself... if he did it or not.