Chapter 9 9

The fact that I couldn't leave the home made me even more uneasy, especially when I had the sensation of resting on a nice bed with a presence lurking behind me.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black once more. I moaned, and I put on my eye mask once again.

When I replied yes, he stood away from my seat and kissed the top of my head, then pushed my hair back and rubbed his face against it. "You're awake," he muttered.

My response was, "A-what, stay away from me," as I struggled to break free from his tight embrace, which seemed as like he was craving for my company.

"Please accept my apologies if I have offended you." Then his embrace became tighter, and the wind that touched my neck as a result of his breathing tickled me.

"Please accept my apologies," he replied, then gently raised my chin off the ground.

My lip was touched by a warm lip. A delicate kiss is difficult to resist, especially when your brain is telling your body to do something else.

His silky tones murmured, "I've missed you so much, darling." He caressed my hair and forced me to sit on his leg, where I stayed for the rest of the night. Who knew what had happened to me, and why my head was throbbing so badly?

What a fantastic day it has been! "What about Jordanie?" you might wonder. I nodded and rose to take a seat next to him.

You arrived later, he slept last night, and you haven't slept for three days owing to an excessive amount of tension. "Why aren't you taking the medication I prescribed for you?" He asked, and I softly shook my head, and he took my hand in his and kissed me.

"Blew, please put your confidence in me," I said as I moved away from him. I don't want to feel intimidated by him in any way. He has harmed me and will continue to hurt me, and then he will seek for my confidence.

And why is he behaving in this manner toward me? What exactly does he require?

When are you planning to abandon me? Please, I'm begging you, allow me to live a regular life once again. Please allow me to leave. I'm not going to do it. "I'm not going to tolerate it any longer." I'm not sure where I received the information for what I said, but I was able to tell him what I wanted to say.

Ask for anything you want, but don't stay away since I can't blow." Then he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face on my neck.

I vow I won't let you live, but just don't make me stay away from you." "Please don't make me remain away from you." "He said it," he said. And as soon as I turned to face him, even though I was wearing my glasses, I could feel the heat of his gaze on me.

I'm not in the mood; I'm exhausted. If there's any sympathy left in your heart, I implore you to please help me. Please allow me to leave. That is something I do not desire. I simply want to be able to function normally. "I guarantee you that I will not denounce you to the authorities." I pleaded with him, then knelt in front of him and prayed that he would agree to what I was asking of him.

That's why I put him to death! "I can't put my faith in you. "Why don't you ask your friend for assistance?" I knelt on my knees and slapped him in the face with my palm without thinking. I was also taken aback by how forcefully his jaw slammed into mine.

You assassinated Jorkie! What exactly are your thoughts? You have no right to be alive! "Where has your heart gone?" Because of my weakened state, I scream and sit on the floor. It's entirely my fault. "If I had simply kept my mouth shut about what was going on, I wish he was still alive and I wish I hadn't been found guilty." "I'm not sure I'll be able to face my uncle and aunt," I say, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Tell me, do you have a thing for that guy?" He questioned, and he was referring to Jorik, and then he grabbed my arm forcefully, and I saw Emon's face flash before my eyes. Oh, how I miss him.

"N-no"

"Bullshit! "Stop lying to yourself! " His words were followed by a series of falls and breaks, which occurred while I was still standing on the side of my bed, attempting to dissipate my dread of him.

"P-please stop," I muttered, but the object was extremely close to my mouth, and my hands were shaking and becoming chilly as a result of the close proximity.

"No! Do you have a thing for that guy? Because of this-argh! " When the siren outside sounded, he realized he couldn't finish what he was saying and he embraced me tight.

"I'm going to let you go." "Best of luck." I'm not sure if I should be pleased with what he said or relieved that he decided to let me leave, but it appears that my chest tightened in response to what he said to me.

'Take care,' he murmured, kissing me firmly on the lips and gently stroking my face before his footsteps faded away and I lost sight of the ominous presence in my chamber and the doorbell ringing below.

As I slid down the steps to the front door of our house, I felt completely powerless.

"Can you tell me what it is?" In response, the tall police officer approached me, holding a tiny note book in his hands and smiling at me as he removed his hat and approached me from behind the counter.

I'm Ejiq Manaletre, and I'm a police officer in the first class. I'd want to ask you a question regarding the death of the chief's son, Jorik, which occurred recently. Is it acceptable with you that you're one of his friends? He inquired respectfully, and I kindly opened the gate and welcomed him in, but, as previously, I don't appear to have the energy to travel any farther.

"Do you think you're okay, Miss?" The question came from him, and as I turned around, he was gazing at the cut on my leg. I was only dressed in boxer shorts and a loose top, which was visible to the gentleman on the street.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired," I said as we walked into the house and he sat on the couch while I went straight to the kitchen to get some coffee. "Thank you," he said as I placed the coffee in front of him and I sat on the opposite couch. "Do you know anyone who has had an argument with jorkie since you're best friends?" I asked. "No, he's friendly and everyone loves him because he's kind," I said, and he nodded and glanced at my face for a longer period of time than he did while he was concentrated on his note book. "Do you think he's friendly?" he inquired.

He is a young police officer, with a face that is 23 or older and a piercing nose that is white and chinito. His figure is attractive, and his lips are brightly colored. She has the potential to be a model, and I recall her as emon

There is nothing I can say to make up for what I did last week, which was humiliating. "In that case, he was really beaten up and no one had any intention of murdering him?" Then I observed that he swallowed while peering into my eyes, which made me feel uncomfortable. "Yeah, I'm definitely there," I said, despite the fact that the person who killed my closest friend was my rapist. "Aren't you?" he questioned. As a result of reports that you were getting along well last year, but you avoided looking at what they were saying for an unexplained reason" my forehead wrinkled as I looked back at him and he avoided looking at what he was saying

"I avoided giving them julian's way because I know julian has a thing for jorkie and I have no sympathy for jorkie, and I'm not sure how it got into the conversation." When I asked, irritably, "Do you feel anything?" I lied, claiming I didn't feel anything only to give way to jorkie and Julian, "I'm sorry Miss." Then I looked out the window and had the distinct impression that someone was watching me "I'll give this report to the chief." I had a bad feeling about what followed us "I'm going to my uncle's house," he said, and his eyes lit up and he smiled at me.

I was nervous, and the crackling made me wonder whether he was going to let me go.

"I'll just get dressed," I said as I dashed upstairs and removed my sweat shorts, black sandals, and jacket from their hangers. "T-go" let's I exclaimed as I hurriedly put on my sneakers and glasses and led the young police officer out the gate with me. I was seated in the passenger seat. "What course did you miss?" he inquired, then quickly glanced at me. "Fine arts, I'm just a blew officer, I'm having a hard time with you" I exclaimed, as he smiled and ruffled my hair. "I don't have a comb anymore," I moaned, and he chuckled, saying that his child was acting inappropriately, and that Emon was still not grown.

It was at that time that I texted him since he hadn't shown up since he had yelled and I had pushed him away. Perhaps he is secure because he allowed me to leave; I hope he follows through on his promise and allows me to be free.

Dedicated to: Demonitry

Emon, I'm sorry I yelled at you, and I'm sorry I didn't get upset when I should have.

We were just outside the mansion of jorkie's family when I took my phone and concealed it. Chansing was officer ejiq, who gave me a kind grin as he approached me.

While you need something, simply give me a call; I'm always available, even when I'm out in the field. "All right? " Then he placed his calling card on my thigh and grinned at me as he grasped my left hand in his own.

"Thank you, officer Ejiq," I said as I stepped out of the automobile, which was followed by a large group of people in the lamay.

Every step I made into the home seemed incredibly heavy, andaming was staring at me from the other side of the room.

When I saw the jar and the picture of jorkie on the guitar, I burst into tears. When Julian noticed me, his eyes darkened and he smacked me across the face. It is entirely your fault that we did not! We should be overjoyed at this point! "Get the hell out of here!" Then he tweaked me and pushed me past someone who had my arm in his grip, and I didn't fall to the ground. "Flirty kapa!" he screamed at the time. It's now a police officer on the scene! What's going to happen next blew? You are dissatisfied" I have no idea why he is acting this way towards me, or why he has changed his attitude "Unlucky you blewly!" "You're the only one who died!" he yelled, and then my head began to throb, and all I could do was refuse to sneeze or groan "A-aray." I gasped before officer Ejiq came to my aid and said, "Shit!" before I slumped and my head began to throb even more painfully.