Chapter Fifteen – New Evidence

I smiled upon feeling a buddy behind me and turned around to face it, I kissed her forehead, “morning beautiful.” but then she started trembling.

I pulled away and looked at her. Panicking I asked, “what’s wrong? What did I do?”

She shook her head, “I might go to jail. I just… last night made me forget about everything and live normal for a bit, and then I wake up, and you call me beautiful and then reality hit me. I might go to jail.”

I kissed her forehead, “Monique, I am going to make sure you don’t go to jail for something you didn’t do. I will protect you and keep you here until I prove it okay.”

She smiled, “sometimes I think I don’t deserve you, but then I think I’ve been through so much shit I deserve to be genuinely cared for the way you do.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, “and I care. So, so much I really do.”

She kissed me and deepened the kiss then climbed on top of me. I held her waist and giggled. Something about her just fit perfectly with who I was, and it was scaring me because there was a mountain to climb. I wanted this though. I wanted her.

“Monique…” I whispered, and she did too, “Yeah?”

“I want you.” she sighed, “you got me.”

I shook my head. She didn’t get me, “I will prove your innocence.” She stopped moving and looked at me, “this means the world.” Then connected our lips.

That was short-lived because I heard ‘Police!’ on the other side and the door bust opened.

I sighed, “we are in the bedroom and can we at least dress up.” Well this was probably the end of my career.

I could see the look on her face as we dressed up. She was scared, I went and kissed her, “I meant what I said okay. And think about that day because everything will help. Anything is important.”

“Did you lock the door?” she asked, and I sighed, “maybe I didn’t. Sorry.”

Then she looked at me, “but I locked the door.”

“What?”

“At my place, I locked the door, and it still was locked when I ran out. Maybe it was suicide.”

“We ruled suicide out because of the way the wounds were but let me talk to Lucas.” then we went to the living room., “look for prints on her door man.”

“Don’t tell me what to do Allison.” Lucas said, and I sighed, “please listen to me. She remembered locking the door, so dust her doorknob please, and also I need the footage.”