Swallowing, he spoke those dreaded words that Jenett Darius heard in her nightmares for days, those words that seemed to stick in her mind, that had left a firm imprint in her soul. “I'm afraid your son has been found dead amongst the bodies of the dead in the aftermath of the Splendid bar shooting. He was alive when the ambulance left the bar, but he was confirmed dead on arrival at the hospital. He died from several gunshot wounds.” He paused, and Jenett Darius could only hear the blood pounding in her ears and the hammering of her chest. She couldn't believe it, she was hoping it wasn't true. But it was reality, the cuffs on her hands were real and the chief was still standing in front of her. “I'm sorry that I'm the one that has come to you bearing this sad news, Miss Jenett. I wish I could take it back, but it has already happened.” When she didn't speak, he ventured further, touching her lightly on the shoulder. It was clear that he wanted her to say something, to at least
When Karen Shapiro came to consciousness, the first thing she recognized was the continuous beeping of the heart monitor machine next to her and the needle that was in her skin. Her head felt as if it had been pounded upon severally and her eyes wanted to close of their own accord. Where was she? What had happened to her? For all she knew about her being in a blue and white room that stank of drugs and antiseptic, she knew within her that she was missing something. Something was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be in the room that she was, and she knew it. But she couldn't place it. At that same moment, the door opened, revealing a nurse in a white uniform that bore kind, brown eyes. Her hair was covered with a nursing cap, and when she smiled, it was cheerful and broad, seeming to light up the whole room. It made Karen Shapiro smile slightly even though she clearly didn't want to, even though her head felt as if a thousand nails had been drilled into it. The nurse proceeded
But Karen Shapiro was in no state to do what she had conjured in her mind. She was brought down by a simple Roundhouse kick, and her head was pinned to the floor as the cold metal of the handcuffs clamped on her wrists. Karen Shapiro was bundled back into her room, just like the common criminal she was. ********* When Mark Darius came to consciousness, he instantly found out that his side was hurting and that he was in a hospital. The dream he had been having was the same one that had tormented him during the previous nights, Karen Shapiro pursuing him endlessly with a knife, her screams making him terrified and making him perspire profusely. By the time he managed to sit up in the white, comfortable bed he was in, he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He also acknowledged immediately that the bed he was lying in wasn't his, and that his room didn't have a speck of blue in it. He had always been a green and orange color person from the start. And those were the colors that flound
In the days that followed, Jenett Darius felt as if she was living in a dream. She could barely respond to questions that were thrown her way, and she knew it made the chief of police genuinely worried because of the agreement she had made to testify against Karen Shapiro in the court. How was she going to be able to do that when her purpose of living was no more? When her son was no more, the child that she had birthed hadn't even lived to experience the remorse that she was feeling? The removal of the guilt that had filled her chest by turning herself in? On a sunny Monday morning, she was shocked to find the chief of police opening the door to her cell. She jolted awake, and so did Margaret Woods. She had barely spoken to Margaret since she had heard the news of her son's death, and all she had wanted was for death to snatch her too. But no matter how much she wished for it, it never seemed to come. Death knew that it wasn't time for her to go, and it was playing its part by r
EPILOGUE : A YEAR LATER The courtroom was filled with apprehension and tension. From a mile away, one could observe and note the seriousness of the faces, how enraptured they seemed to be. The silence in the courtroom could be broken by just a pin drop, and everyone was rapt with attention, staring at the judge, the jury, the hideous criminal with beautiful eyes, slender waist, a beautiful body and the prettiest of faces, but with a heart darker than the devil's. The entire city was out for her, and everybody in the room was dying for justice to take its course. The entire courtroom was filled to the brim, and even from the outside, people were peering through the windows. It was the largest court in the city, but the turn up had been so massive that people had to look from the windows. That was the kind of reception that Karen Shapiro had garnered. A lot of people had heard her story, the murders she had committed, and how she had controlled the underworld of crime. She wa
Sounds of music were heard from the apartment where Mark and his wife, Elena, lived. The apartment belonged to Margret, Elena's mom. It was an inheritance from her parents, so when Mark got married to her daughter, since he didn’t have money, he packed his belongings to live with them. He married her out of love, and Elena loved him for being the rich, handsome, and charming guy she knew, but along the line, she began to change, especially as Mark couldn’t give her what the husbands of her friends were giving to her friends. Mark and Elena met when they were both in college. Then, Mark was one of the richest guys on campus, from the prestigious Darius family. Her family, the Wood family, was also a rich one, though not as rich as Mark Darius'. The patriarchs of both families were friends and arranged for their heirs to get married right outside of college, since they already seemed to get along. Margret, Elena's mother, was thrilled as she would be called the luckiest mother-in-l
Elena and Margret returned home so pissed, the eyes they glared at Mark with gave him so much anxiety that he couldn't afford to ask. "What's going on, my love?" They didn't say a word but the next thing he received were slaps on his cheek. "You poor outcast," Elena scolded. "You made us spend over two hundred thousand dollars just on you without achieving anything good." "We thought we would win the case, but we couldn't," Margret added. "What does that have to do with me?" He swayed his hands in surprise. Elena and her mom took some steps back, and their jaws dropped. Their eyes were so widened. Mark was puzzled. "I'm not the judge. Why should you blame me? Did I even come with you to the court?" "You ungrateful man!" His wife shouted. "No wonder you stayed at home and didn't even mind." "Because you showed such an irritating spirit of ingratitude, you're going to pay us two hundred thousand dollars," Margret declared. There was no change of mind with her. "Come on, why
“So all the insults you’ve been rendering to me in private aren’t enough for you, you had to talk rudely to me and laugh at me in public, right in the presence of your so-called friends?” Mark thundered. Elena turned over to her friends. "You see!" Mark was eager to hear what she had to say. His eyes were blinking countless times. That was how he reacted when he was so furious, but Elena didn't even spare a second to look at him. "See as jobless as he is as I already told you ladies, but this dude ass would come over here to say we shouldn't talk about him!" "Woman, watch the words you use about me!" He barked at her with his fists tightened. If she was not a lady and the person whom he loved so much, he would just give her a punch which would get her mouth shut up once and for all. "Hey, excuse me," Elena thundered. "Close your mouth when rich people are talking." "You are all so rich," he mocked them. "If not for the selfish actions of my step-mom, do you think any of you her