tables to the appearance of what could be considered perfection.
“How are you, Beautiful?” the bass voice sang from a wide smile from
a handsomely chiseled face.
The words to explain her situation became caught in her throat.
“Did he hurt you again?”
“He found our texts about the baby.”
“But it was his baby.”
One wayward tear set the path for more to fall and Daylin couldn’t
stop the flow if she tried.
“It was,” she stammered and then took a deep breath. “I didn’t get the
chance to tell him because I miscarried. At some point he went through
my phone and found the texts. I guess that sent him over the edge and
he … he’s dead.”
“Are you okay?” Maurice tilted his head as if he was hit with a sudden
thought. “Did you?”
He slowly released Daylin and lowered his gaze so their eyes met.
“Did I what?” she snapped.
“You know …”
“I would never,” she replied, twisting her face in horror that her best
friend would think that she could harm Elijah, even if he deserved it. “I
didn’t do anything to him even after all he’s done to me. He killed himself
and left a letter blaming me for it … can I stay at your place until the
investigation is over.”
“That can’t happen. Faye is close to her due date.”
* * *
The days following Elijah’s death proved to be even more troubled
than when he was alive. Police questioning her at the hotel made for a
less than relaxing stay and prank calls from blocked callers kept Daylin
awake at night.
“She killed my son,” Ms. Hargrove warned, her large protruding eyes
narrowing on Daylin’s face, this time the woman showed up to her job
with the Channel 7 camera crew. “She’s still under investigation for my
son’s death. She shouldn’t be walking around free while I have to bury
my only child.”
“Your boy,” Daylin locked her gaze on the petite woman’s face. “On a
good day was a monster and you knew it. You saw the bruises.”
“Stop lying about him,” Ms. Hargrove screamed wagging her finger in
Daylin’s face. “Know this if you don’t know anything else— God is going
to punish you for what you did and He uses people to get His work done.
You better watch your back because you never know the hour.”
MarZé Scott is a lifelong
resident of Ypsilanti, Michigan.
A lover of all things creative,
MarZé loves to read, write,
draw and do makeup artistry
when she’s not taking care
of her family. She has been
writing short stories and poems
since elementary school and
developed a taste for writing
about provocative topics like
the consequences of casual
sex in high school. Her debut
novel, Gemini Rising is due for
release 2018.
www.marzescott.com