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Mary blocked Sydney’s path has she proposed to leave the house. She held a knife to her own neck and yelled,

“There ain’t no way you’re gonna leave me in this house if we ain’t gonna fix this. Ama freaking kill myself.”

Sidney eyes shot red hot, she was angered by Mary’s statement. She ran towards her, punched her ribs, and slapped the knife away from her hand.

“You wanna die? Be my guest. But ain’t gonna watch you kill yourself because of that Son of a bitch.” She said with her voice trembling and her whole body vibrating. “Is he worth more than I am to you?” She took a deep breath and then continued. “Can’t you see how much I care about you, about our lives, our future?”

She gazed at her pointing a finger,

“You know he doesn’t deserve you, you know you don’t love him. You wanna keep being his punching bag, his sex machine? Tell me.” Sydney yelled at Mary yet again. “I’m gonna leave you with your thoughts hun, and by the time I get back. I wanna know what your decision is.  A sister’s love or a brother’s touch?”

She held her in her hands, kissed her passionately and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

Mary burst into tears as she watched Sydney shut the door, she screamed at the top of her voice,

“Watcha gonna have me do.” She wept on.

***************

Rick held a small torch light as he combed the room for evidence. He knew the routine; it was a crime scene, so he requested the presence of a forensic psychologist and an officer from the Los Angeles Police Department as he scanned the room in search of every little detail that will unveil the murderers’ identity. He had intercepted a dispatch call on his way to the office, and so he decided to be the first detective on site since it was just behind his neighborhood. He wore a pair of gloves and switched on the torch in his hands. Rick is young, but he was also one of the Bureau’s brightest detectives. He gazed at his wristwatch; it was 8:27 in the morning.

“What happened here?” He asked the officer beside him.

The officer, whose badge read John Stone, looked clueless. He kept rolling his eyes as if it would explain his ignorance.

He then breathed out, “I think he was killed by a female during sex.” He paused for a moment, “With that knife”, pointing his pen at the direction of a knife that hid under the bed.

“That’s some crazy shit. Have you got any information on the deceased?” Rick asked, paying intense attention to the dead body that laid on the bed.

The officer wore a frown on his face, he doesn’t enjoy a detective ordering him around, but he had no choice.

“His name is Mark Brian, works at the train station, and he has a girlfriend; her name, Mary Jane.”

Stone stopped, only to realize Rick wasn’t paying attention, or perhaps looked like he wasn’t paying attention. 

“What’s today’s date Officer?” Rick asked,

“15th of February detecti…”,

“Yesterday was valentine, bloody valentine.” Rick cut him off before he could finish answering, He faced Officer Stone and told him, “Get me Mary Jane’s address.”

***************

As Rick drove down to Mary Jane’s apartment on Oxford Street, he wrapped his mind around the crime scene. He was a graduate of criminology, so he understood a fact: you can only solve a case when you fit yourself into it. This was clumsy, his mind flashed back to Mark’s lifeless body; he was naked, he had a knife wound on his neck which probably led to huge loss of blood, and his hands and legs were tied to the bed with four neck ties.

He was going at the speed of 40km/hr, and whenever he hit a traffic light, he would murmur to himself, “What am I missing?”

He brought out an earring from his left pocket; he had stolen it from the crime scene. The earring looked awfully familiar to him but he couldn’t just place where he had seen it before no matter how hard he tried. He knew it would help him solve the case, so he stole the earring to avoid unnecessary bureaucracy at the Office. Solving the case would earn him deserved respect amongst his colleagues. 

Why would one kill his or her spouse on Val’s day? He thought to himself.

However, he didn’t dwell on the thought for so long has it only brought memories of his girlfriend’s absence on Val’s day. She had gone to Ohio to visit her parents, and left him to loneliness. He knew something was off about her before she left, he couldn’t just pinpoint what exactly so he let it slide. He wasn’t too cool about her leaving and they fought about it too so, he spent the day drinking, after which he got a blow job at a strip club. 

Detective Rick finally arrived at Oxford Street, and it wasn’t difficult for him to locate Mary Jane’s house. It was the second house on the block.

***************

 

Mary Jane lit a stick of cigarette as she sipped on the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. The guilt of what she did to Mark raged within her. She had left him the day before to be with another. She spent the night in the cold arms of another; she was cheating on him. She told a lie. She sank into the couch beside her, with her eyes heavily clouded. She began to weep silently.

She grabbed her phone from the floor, and dialed his number on speed dial. He didn’t answer; she became furious after the 6th attempt,

“Where the hell did you keep your phone Mark? Ain’t fucking doing this shit no more. I gotta tell you something.” She yelled at herself like a junkie in desperate need of a drag.

While she was yet at it again, her doorbell rang. She killed the cigarette in her hand by squeezing it on the ash tray. She was expecting her true love; she brushed away the tears with her hand, and rushed to open the door.

“Good morning ma’am, I’m here to see Mary Jane. Am I at the right address?” Rick asked Mary, who was shocked to him.

She was expecting someone else. She quickly snapped out of her slumber and answered, “I am Mary Jane, how can I help you?”

“I am detective Rick, I’m with the FBI. I’d like to ask you few questions”, Rick replied.

“Oh my God! Rick Starburn of New Jersey University. Criminology department. Ricky, you don’t remember me?”

Rick stood transfixed, trying to search his memory for an answer.

“Mary Jane Ivy, the girl that was rusticated from the department for possession of Marijuana in the second year”, Rick shouted like someone who hit a Jackpot. “Fuck hell, you gotta be kidding me. Where the hell have you been?” He asked in excitement.

They laughed for a minute, and Rick quickly got back to why he was there.

“Can I come in?” He requested, she winked at him and beckoned at him with her middle finger to come in.

Rick and Mary shared histories; they used to be friends with benefits back in school.

***************

“Are you saying you were with him yesterday?” Rick asked.

“I was with him in the early hours of the day. Why are you asking me all these questions? You getting me scared Ricky.”

“I’m sorry Mary, Mark was murdered last night.”

She jumped out of the couch and burst into tears. Rick was aware that he needed to complete the questioning, but he couldn’t do such at the sight of a lady who just got the news of his boyfriend’s death.

He moved close to console her, and she held him tight while she cried. Rick brought out his handkerchief to wipe off her tears. He pulled her face up in an attempt to clean her tears and she kissed him. They got locked up in the epic romance and ended up in the bedroom.

***************

Detective Sydney came back with a lot of groceries, she was going to make up with Mary Jane about the fight they had earlier. She hit the doorbell twice and got no response. So she decided to let herself in with the spare key.

She’s been out for long, perhaps she is still angry, she thought. She walked into the living room gently, whispering, “Baby, I’m sorry…….”

She opened the door to the bedroom and found her making love to another man. She was shocked. Not only by what she saw but she also recognized the man Mary Jane was with. She stood in trance, pulled out her gun and held it in her hand, as she waited for them to be done. She wanted to be sure of who Mary was having sex with, even though her mind had confirmed it. They turned around, and got a post valentine surprise. Mary and Rick faced Sydney.

Rick was shocked, shocked beyond words. “Sydney!!” He almost screamed.

What was his girlfriend doing there? Had she followed him? But she wasn’t supposed to be back yet. How did she find him? The questions were flying through his head.

Rick jumped up naked and perturbed, “It’s not what you think babe.”

“I can’t fuckin’ believe this Mary. I fuckin’ murdered Mark last night, and here you are fucking my boyfriend already.” Sydney raged at Mary Jane ignoring Rick.

“What the fuck is going on here? You know her?” He asked Mary, pointing at Sydney. They both ignored him.

“Wait…What? You killed mark? Sydney, you disrespect your badge and my love for you. You told me you were gonna see your folks. What’s your relationship with Mary?”

Sydney put two bullets in his head before he could make another statement. Mary became sacred, and she pleaded for her life.

Sydney looked at her sympathetically,

“I ain’t gonna kill you. I love you. I left my man for you, killed your man for us, and you chose to fuck with the man I left for you. I hate you Mary!! I fuckin’ hate you!”

She moved closer to Mary, kissed her tight. She put the gun in her hands, faced the muzzle to herself and squeezed the trigger with her help. She shot herself in the chest, and while she was gasping for air, she made a call to dispatch,

“Officer down, block 2, house 2, Oxford street. Send a back uuuup and a medic.” Sydney coughed her last, and Mary fainted.

 

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Comments
  1. Trixandra says:

    Aaaargh! Bloody. Me likey

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  2. preshZu says:

    Y dis gotta b on ma bdae dou!!!!! Y me Lord!!! Y me?????????????????? Bloody bet iLuv!!!!!!!!

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  3. elsie says:

    aha. this is hollywood o

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  4. Bev says:

    Huh! Please tell me there is more to this story *sad face* am still too shocked to comment

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  5. Ohhh,Bloody valentine indeed…

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  6. Onyx says:

    For a moment i thought i was actually watching a movie…..nice piece

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  7. Reblogged this on Soul'Ink and commented:
    Here’s something I dropped on a friends blog a while back…. A true love story bonded by deception… Must read

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