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Yo, this is my first ever story to be posted here on FictionPress. This particular story mainly deals with a woman's troubled past. And also trying to figure out who was the one that murdered her sister. She can only look deep inside her memories to learn the truth to everything. All the tragedies that have ever happened in her life that concerned the deaths of her family. So I give you...
Meet Melanie Roper. A young girl with a dark past. She now sits on a chair waiting to be questioned for her involvement in the murder of Beatrice Roper, her 12-year-old sister. Beatrice's body was found 2 days after she was killed. Bruises on her neck suggested she was strangled. Probably with a rope, said investigators. Melanie does not have a motive in killing her sister yet she is the most to be suspected. Melanie didn't knew what to think. The death of her sister caused memories that were once forgotten to come back and haunt her sanity again.
8 years ago...
Melanie was only 12 when she found out about her mother's affair. This display of affection that her mother shows towards another man other than her father cruelly struck Melanie. She was in shock for days. The thought of her mother commiting adultery behind her father's back never crossed her mind before. She really thought that they were in love with each other. If her father were to find out about this, it will surely break this happy family apart. And she didn't want her little sister to be raised by a broken family. She's only 4 years old.
So, Melanie decided to keep it all a secret. Even though she may be hurting inside, at least it won't break the family apart.
It's a Sunday and Melanie's mother, Philina, is meeting her other lover just outside the public library. 10:32 AM. "Strange, he's never this late." They were suppose to meet over thirty minutes ago but there is still no sight of him. She got worried so she called his cellphone. 3 times the phone rang and someone then answered.
"Hello, Greg. Where are you now? I've been waiting for you for a long time now." But all she ever got from the other line is silence. "Greg, honey. Are you okay?"
"Go back to your husband Philina..." a gruff voice answered.
"Wha -- who are you?! Where's Greg?"
"Go back to your husband..."
"Where's Greg?! What have you done with him?!"
"Philina, Help! Philina..." Greg's voice came out from the phone.
"Greg?! What's happening?!"
"Philina, it's your..." the other line then hung up.
In that very moment, Greg is dying. 2 days later police found his body in his apartment with a slit throat. The murderer left the place a mess. His wallet and valuables were also missing. The investigation didn't go so well. The police have no leads. Everything was planned out perfectly by the murderer. He left no trail of his presence behind. To this day, Greg's murderer is never found.
That night, Philina went home heart-broken. She didn't know what's going on with Greg. She didn't dare visiting his home for fear of what may be inside it and calling the police won't help. That voice seemed serious and knows what it wants. If she wanted Greg to live, she needed to do what he said: Go back to her husband. Her husband. Michael Roper.
Michael Roper had a secret to hide as well. While Philina is all over Greg, Michael was having an affair with one of his co-workers, Cindy. They started dating for about 3 weeks now. Almost the same time as Philina's affair. There were no suspicions between them since they're too busy about their own affairs to think about each other. From anyone's point of view, it seems their love is nothing more than a lie. They're cheating with each other... and they like it.
10 days after Greg's body was found, Michael is having coffee in a cafe with someone. A few hours ago, he told his wife he is on a business meeting but in reality, he's sitting next to another special someone, June. "What's wrong," June asked "you seem... out of it." What June said was true. From the time Greg was found dead, he has been acting strangely. No matter where he goes, it feels like someone is coming for him like the dark deed that he has done will now seek justice. Because of it, he has trouble sleeping, he can't work properly, always feeling he's being watched and thinks danger is all around him.
"Out of it? Wha--w--what d'ya mean?" he could barely blurt out the words from his reply.
"You act like you've just killed somebody."
Just by the corner of his eye, he could've sworn he has seen 'her.' Not wanting to have a confrontation, he immediately ended the date there saying he's not feeling well. June just did what he said and so he walked her home.
A few days go by...
9:21 PM. June is happily watching her favorite program on TV. She hasn't heard from Michael for a while now. "Could he be with another woman?" June thought, obviously not knowing about his wife and his co-worker, Cindy. She then decided to call him. Michael always told her to never call his home number. He told many different reasons in which June always believed. She loved the man so much that she would do anything to be with him... even if it means killing anyone who gets in her way. Her phone is located just down the hallway. She rose up and walked towards the phone. The hallway feels like darkness has enveloped every crack it has. Even though illumination is coming from a light bulb just above it June just cannot shrug her goosebumps. She knows she has gone through this hallway a hundred times before and never had this kind of feeling. Tonight is different. Very different, indeed.
Grabbing the phone, she held the receiver right next to her ear and started to dial Michael's number which is written in a piece of paper right next to the phone. But she then stopped after the 4th dial. The phone's dead. Suddenly, the power also went out.
June then panicked. She has always been afraid of the dark. The whole house has now been engulfed in darkness. From the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom. Everything is now in pitch black. Heavy breathing can be heard in the living room hallway. June tries her best to calm herself down. She needed to find a light source. A candle! There are some candles in the kitchen, she thought. Placing her hands at the wall, she slowly guides herself out of the hallway. First step... second step... third step...
By the ninth step she hit something that was on the ground. Something soft and cold. She doesn't remember any obstructions the last time she went through here plus, she lives alone. So what could this thing on the floor be? Curious on what it is she bent down to feel what it is. It's cold but soft. It has long strings on one side. And some cloths on the rest of the side. It feels a little drenched. Her hands are covered with water. Still not knowing what it is... the power comes back.
There lying on the floor right next to June is the body of Cindy. She appears to be dead because of her cold skin, her eyes rolled back, and the wound on her neck. June wanted to scream but someone is stopping her from doing so. With all the strength she had, she evaded the attack from the person behind her. She didn't get a look of the person since she was too busy trying to get away from that same person. She was sure that her attacker is holding a large knife on one hand. She started to run away with the attacker close behind her. She tripped and fell to the floor. The attacker grabbed her leg and stabbed her with the knife. June screamed from the pain. Blood dripped to the carpet floor and June is slowly losing her strength. With a valiant effort of escaping, she grabbed the attacker's head and hit it with the floor. The attacker did not expect his victim to be fighting back so he was caught off guard. June lifted his head again and forcefully bashed it with the floor. She did this 3 more times and then turned her attention to her wound.
Grabbing the knife, she slowly took it out. The friction between hot flesh and cold stainless steel sended jolts of pain to June's body. She is now slowly getting weaker. Finally, she has removed the knife from her leg. Her heart is beating furiously. The wound was very deep, she could die of blood loss if she's not treated immediately. Rising to her feet, she made her way to the living room. Limping towards the coffee table where her cellphone is. After she got there, she grabbed her cellphone and quickly called Michael's cell. She already knew that her death is approaching. Even if she called the police, they'll just find her on the floor killed by the hands of a cold-blooded murderer. She just wanted to hear his voice one more time. If she were to hear his voice again, then she can rest peacefully.
The attacker arose from the floor, grabbed the knife and quietly stalked June. RING! RING! Michael hasn't answered his cellphone yet. The attacker is closing in on June. She is too occupied with her cell to even hear her attacker slowly making his way behind her. 4 steps away. RING! RING! No answer yet. 2 steps away. RING! RING! Still no answer. RING! He finally answered. "Hello..." Michael's voice echoed from the phone. "Michael! I'm so glad that I can--" before she could finish, Michael started talking on the other line. "I can't answer your call right now which means I may be in a meeting or busy doing something so please just leave..." Michael never answered. STAB! The attacker pulled June's hair towards him. With her face visible to him he took his knife and stabbed her beautiful face with it. June didn't even resisted. She just shed tears as her death slowly ate her vision. Her life has now been taken away. "Michael... why won't you answer... I love you, Michael... I... love..."
11:34 PM. Philina had some problems at work so she came home late. "Where were you?" It looks like Michael has stayed up waiting for her. "I--I--I had some things to do at work." Philina answered. She looked really tired which is suspiscious because she works sitting on a desk all-day and answer phone calls for her boss. That's right, she works as a secretary but the scene here now, she looks more like a construction worker. Sweat is everywhere and her clothes are wrinkled like she fought with someone. Then turning his attention to her face, he sees her makeup is ruined and her forehead had a large bump.
"Where did you get that?" he asked her. He's worried about her. He has never seen her in this state before. Usually she'd hide this kind of thing from him and to others.
"Oh this... I slipped and bumped my head on the wall." she sadly replied. She is slowly showing guilt in herself.
"Do you want me to take a look at that?"
"No!... no..." she almost screamed out loud.
"I just... I just need some time to be alone." And with those parting words, Philina went to their bedroom.
Just next to the stairs, little Melanie stood there and watched the whole scene. "Daddy, what happened to Mommy?" Michael can't answer that even if he wanted to. During these past few days, the two of them are slowly moving farther away. They have never seen eye-to-eye for a long time. It's time for them to have a little talk. Michael turned his attention back to Melanie, "Uhm... Mommy just had a hard time at work today that's all. Now go to bed, young lady. It's waaaayyy past your bedtime." Melanie just answered with a cute "OK!" and went up to her room.
Philina entered the bathroom and quietly cried on the toilet. She cried for a long time. She has done something that her husband may never forgive her of doing. Much worse than her love affair with Greg. Much, much worse. All she could do now is drown in the sea of her sorrow. While she did, there is a knock on the bathroom door. "Philina," it's Michael "I need to talk to you." She doesn't know what Michael wants to talk about but she forced herself to rise up. Showing weakness only brings others down as well so Philina rarely showed hers. The bathroom door opens...
Present day...
"Ms. Melanie Roper. Age 20. Works at J.F. Kunzlin Medical Hospital as a nurse. Excelled in all her subjects and became a favorite nurse of the doctors and patients. She stated that she was in the house where Ms. Beatrice Roper was murdered. Stayed there from 3:00 PM up until she called the police. That's all I got from her." An investigator reported to his superior. The other investigator gave the look that reads 'What do you mean that's all you got from her?' but before he could say it in his own words, the investigator immediately answered "She rarely speaks, sir. And this is all we got." The superior investigator knew that Melanie Roper, the most suspiscious suspect of the murder of Beatrice Roper, is hiding something.
Melanie still sat there staring blankly into space. She tried to remember the good times she and her family had back then. It was a difficult road to walk after her parents died in an accident. She was only 16 and Beatrice was only 8. It was truly a difficult road to walk through but they somehow survived.
The superior investigator enters the room and started to speak in the usual way on how he deals with his suspects during interrogation, "Ms. Roper. I'm Detective Jeffrey Pride and I'm here to ask a few more questions concerning the murder of your sister, Beatrice Roper." Taking the document he had in his hand, he dropped it on the table and supported himself with his hand also on the table. He went closer to Melanie's face, she didn't even move. "Do you have any objections?" he was rather cold to her in that sentence. Melanie just shook her head. "It's been a long time, Ms. Roper." Jeffrey continued, "I haven't seen you here since the day your parents were found dead on that hot summer Sunday. You remember it?" Melanie still did not move. She just looked straight ahead, listening to every word the investigator tells her. "From your silence I can see you do. Of course... who would forget a very tragic day like that, huh? A day when your parents suddenly die out of nowhere while you and your sister had fun during your vacation. Oh such a tragedy, ain't it? Hehehe." From his tone of voice, Jeffrey has been taunting Melanie, making her remember the dark past she tried all her life to shadow into the back of her mind. To forget everything that has ever happened, especially that day... 4 years ago...
Still staring forward, Melanie tries to recall the very day when her parents were killed. In her mind, the waves of her memories sway as they move aside for her to see the images of her dark past. A past that no one has ever seen. A past that should never have happened. A past that created pain and suffering to Melanie's family. A past that will never be undone...
To be Continued...