Ugly Dilemma episode 6

Ugly Dilemma
Episode 6

I had to wait for my parents to be asleep before embarking on the journey.

Luckily for me I left the house easy and quiet, I took the nearest cab and head down to the school.

Getting there I saw security men standing at the gate, while some where walking around the school hoping everything is safe.

I needed a plan to get throughout the gate without any of them noticing. I covered my face with a nose mask and put on my hand gloves because am about to do something that would make them fall deep asleep.

I got closer to the gate and threw a gaseous substance that made go awol, they fell to the ground sleeping like babies.

I get through the gate and then headed down to the security room. I was glad no one was there, I got into their system and began to make my research.

Well I was really shock to see the CCTV footage, Ms.Gina lied about the camera being blank when the incident happened.

I saw Debby’s killers, I was shocked. I quickly copied it into a flash drive, I picked up my phone to daily the detective number but it wasn’t going through.

At first it rang multiple times but later on it stopped ringing and it made me angry.

I quickly ran home, I got into my room breathing high and hard.

How can this be? How can they be behind the death of my sister and still act like they know nothing about it?

What kind of people are they? I asked myself.

I laid on my bed in deep thoughts, I didn’t realize when I slept off on my chair.

I woke up to the screams of huge knock on the front door, I rushed downstairs to open the door.
My parents had already rushed out to see who it was since we weren’t expecting any visitors.

When I opened the door I was greeted by a man in his late 30’s, wearing a green suit and a white shirt.

“Good morning young lady, am I in 64 Harold Wilson drive?”, the man asked.

“Yes it is”, I replied looking confused.

“I would like to speak to Mr Greg and Mrs pearl “, he requested.

“Any problem”, I asked.

“Let him in kiki”, my father echoed.

I sprang the door opened, while the man walked into the living room.

“How many we help you?”, my father asked.

“Am Mr Thompson, interpol. Am here concerning the case of your late daughter Debby, her case has been making headlines on the news lately”, he said.

I was shocked, so was everyone. “News?”, my father asked.

“What news?”, my mother asked.

“Seems grief has made you all loose focus on your electrical appliances at home”, Mr Thompson mocked.

“Well the case of your late daughter started trying on the news this morning when Mr Stan the detective who has been investigating on this case was shot dead last night at his apartment “, he added.

When I heard such my ear stood still, my eyes turned red and my mouth couldn’t talk. How can this be?

“What?”, my mother exclaimed.

“What is going on here? How can this be?”, my father asked.

“Am afraid i don’t have answers to your questions, but I came to inform you that I will be handling the case from now on and I will get the culprit soon I assure you that”, Thompson replied before leaving.

I could hold back my tears anymore, who did this to him? Why now we are about to reveal who killed Debby?

My parents sat on the sofa and turned on he television, I was shocked to see detective Stan’s picture on screen making media rounds.

I sank into the sofa and weep quietly, I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t hold myself anymore I went into my room and took out the flash drive looking at it as tears filled my eyes.

I was the last person who saw Stan before I came up with that plan of going to the school that night, why do people who I get close to me die?

“Who must have killed Detective Stan?”, I asked myself.

I want to say thank you to all my followers for your prayers and encouragement. I love you all so much and I will keep writing more stories for you all, am building a family here not followers.
Am happy to call you all my family, kisses ๐Ÿ˜˜

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Tishania Ginikachi

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