She impatiently sat in the interrogation room alone, the rubbing of material from her hurriedly shaking her legs was the only sound heard. Hours had gone by giving her more than enough time to reflect on her actions and everything that had just taken place.
She tried to stay calm, she fought with all her might to keep from hyperventilating, yet the coffin-like room wasn’t helping, as the walls seemed to taunt her psyche, triggering her claustrophobia: She couldn’t breathe, her chest felt tight, she was choking,… choking on nothing, she was being smothered, the room was spinning, she felt as if there was a large frog in the back of her throat blocking her airway, she had a full-on panic attack, the feeling of waiting on her own demise.
She was rattled with negative thoughts and scenarios bombarding her mind, one thought after another, an atrocious result of being questioned repeatedly for hours upon hours. However; this wasn’t her first run-in, not knowing who was behind the two-way mirror studying her body language, she steadied herself the best she could, remaining in a nonchalant manner as though she didn’t have a care in the world.
Anthony, she whispered, her thoughts, sympathetically. Anthony, what happened to you? She questioned, shaking her head in trepidation. Pondering her actions, she wondered if her decision was worth it…Could she really trust him. She had an apprehensively anxious feeling in the pit of her gut, thinking the worst. With everyone’s secrets being exposed, they each had to look in the mirror and accept blame where blame was given, face their true selves and the fact that what is done in the dark…always comes to light, especially when you go right back down those same dark paths, and for some, they never veered off the path, to begin with.
What a person does negative in their lifetime, eventually…when they least expect it…their sin’s come back to plague them, especially if they don’t correct their mistakes or at minimum attempt to change for the better, yet instead… continue down their self-made pestilence paths of destruction. What goes around… always comes around.
She was freezing sitting in the securely locked room, it was cold, and the continuance of still silence made her repeatedly think about Anthony, paranoid not knowing what was going on beyond the heavy steel plated door the detective so kindly slammed in her face on the way out.
Goosebumps covered her arms, as if death was in the room, however; she knew exactly what they were trying to do to her: Isolating her, in a cold, clammy small room for hours, scaring her with empty threats of maximum prison time, lie and say they have evidence that truly doesn’t exist, all the while playing good cop, bad cop, one yells at you doing his or her best to try and break your will down and the other offers you food and a water or a can of pop to quench your thirst, along with a false promise that if you tell them what they want to hear you can go home, then the suspect breaks and gives them the incriminating answers they want,…true or not, just so they can get out of the small, grey, below zero, foul-smelling hell hole of a room, that they like to call an interrogation room. They can be deceivers just as much as the criminals they arrest, if not more.
Her ears were ringing from the yelling, she was tired…worn, nevertheless, she was not giving into their manipulative games. She had no idea what the head officer on the case Detective Fitzgerald knew, and she damn sure wasn’t going to tell him anything. She was confident in believing that she knew the law well enough to know, that if they don’t have any evidence against her, then they couldn’t hold her for longer than 48 hours, that was the limit, and she had enough life experiences and had watched enough true crime shows to know you couldn’t trust a cop let alone a homicide detective, in her opinion all they care about is solving the crime as quick and clean as possible…under any circumstances.
She wondered if their plan was executed, was her partner laying low for now waiting on her call, or was her partner picked up for questioning as well, or was their plan interrupted, was she left to the wolves? Whatever the situation, something smelled devious to her, yet she knew if she started asking questions, she could incriminate herself, they would without a doubt, say she was the culprit behind every horrible thing that had taken place. Her plan was carried out swiftly, or was it?
The move was supposed to be about financial endeavors, but oh how it turned into much, much more… Their decision will be one that John and Kellisha both regret. They wanted to move to make a fortune, yet, how unfortunate the ideal was. All ideals and decisions have consequences…even good ones.
The Beginning of an End
Her heart felt like it sunk into her stomach.
“You’re a fuckin dog if there ever was one, unbelievable…Just like that…just like that you’ve moved on, you fuckin played me for that—” she slowly shook her head—" you took everything from me…everything,” she mumbled.
Melissa couldn’t believe she was on the same flight as him, he broke her in ways no man had ever done. Her stare was death-defying, her heart raced, her anger was immeasurable, she didn’t know if she should go confront him, or act as she had never seen him, she chose the wiser option to avoid being kicked off the plane and/or being accused of following or stalking him. Though five years had gone by since their departure, the separation was not a mutual nor a painless one.
“You piece of garbaged shit,” she hissed.
Just then she noticed the people sitting around her gawking at her like she was irrational for talking to herself, so she calmed and remained silent and out of his visual field for the remainder of the flight. Payback is a bitch, she thought silently, I’ma come see you when you least expect it. Yet that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to have a little fun with him, her vacation, though thwarted by seeing him again, was turning into something much more interesting for her
Kellisha awakened disconcerted, drenched in sweat, her hands tightly enthralled the arms of the airplane seat, as if she were holding on for dear life.
He slightly clasped her hand, “Hey, you ok?” John asked, staring at her with the look she was all too familiar with, the look he always gave people when he was curious about something. Squinted eyes and his head slightly tilted.
“Yes, I’m alright.” She answered with a penetrating glance.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m fine babe, I-- I guess my worry of flying is getting to me… you know I’m not much for flying anymore.” Ignoring his next question about her nightmares, she signaled for the flight attendant.
“Hi, can I please have a double scotch on the rocks, make that two doubles, with a water chaser and a cold compress?”
She turned to John. “You want anything?” Kellisha agitatedly questioned.
“Yeah, Martell straight up.”
“Coming right up,” the flight attendant responded, smiling as she walked away, “The turn up is real bitches,” she whispered.
Kellisha tapped her foot persistently as the plane hit turbulence. The flight and the nightmare she had just awakened from had her pulse racing, and her heart pounding endlessly. She was just glad that this time John didn’t push the issue with her to talk to him about her nightmares. Though she knew until she released the veil from her shadowed truth to him and gave into admittance to herself, the nightmares would never stop, and through them, she would continue to relive her past repeatedly. What she had done, what she had been through, and hiding it, continuously holding it in, was eating at her soul. Yet she knew, she could never tell him the truth, she hid her demons well…but what she didn’t know, or just chose to ignore is that John was a very good observer.
She continuously tried to falsely convince herself that she wasn’t actually lying to him, that she just wasn’t telling him everything about her past life; with John being her husband and a loving one at that Kellisha hated being untruthful to him, she knew he had a right to know, but she just couldn’t bring herself to tell him. She could never expose her secrets to him, fearing what he would think of her. Would he think she was crazy, or a lunatic? Is what she always asked herself.
She was embarrassed and ashamed of the things she had done in her past, yet at the same time deep within she felt some of her actions were well deserving. She hid a raw animal instinct that was loomed in darkness and dark desires that on occasions, had materialized and reared its ugliness when she felt betrayed.
She made herself out to be a woman that came from a structured happy home and she was lucid as the next person; little did John know…that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
However; Kellisha wasn’t always emotionally challenged: When she was a very young child, she didn’t have a problem or care in the world; as most children’s minds and thoughts are supposed to be in the prime of their happiness… nonetheless, her innocent happiness was short-lived. At age 11 she suffered a life changing experience; or should I say a life-changing experience that led to a domino effect of even more damaging experiences, that changed her young mind and the observance of the world around her forever.
With a side-eye Kellisha could see the curiosity and worry in John’s face, however within an instant she saw a change in him that she wasn’t quite familiar with, she ignored it for the moment. Nevertheless, she still had no intention of telling him the truth, not if she could help it. Some sins are better kept soundless…in the dark.
He stayed silent for a moment allowing Kellisha to catch her mental footing.
“You know you were mumbling I’m sorry off and on in your sleep…and you were cursing about something. So, are you going to tell me what it was about this time…were you having a nightmare or something?” He asked determinedly.
Her eyes rolled like two bowling balls. Aannnd here we go, she thought to herself still ignoring John, and slightly inebriated from the two double Scotches she so quickly swallowed down like Jell-O shots, she forgot about her fear of flying for the moment. She ordered another drink, then lifted the window shutter on the plane and looked out and down, seeing that she was far away from Columbus Ohio reality set in and she said a silent final goodbye to her dream home in Bexley Ohio, her departed grandmother, and grandfather who raised her as their own, other close loved ones that were taken to soon, and the home she grew up in.
Kellisha and John had been married for over 3 and a half years and were two of the top realtors in Columbus Ohio, on the way to being new real-estate agents in Southern California. They felt that their decision to relocate was a good idea, and it would have a positive impact on their futures. With Trump now in the Presidential Office they wanted to make their move quickly before he had a chance to repeat what Bush Jr had done in the past and tear down the economy that took Obama many distressing years to build back up. So, after a seemingly long consideration and plenty of economic research, they both agreed relocating and starting a private real estate company in the downtown area of Hollywood California was perfect for them. Plus, with real estate sales in so many places, in an off-and-on again, uphill and downhill distress for months at a time was just unbearable for them to maintain a steady income and continue to make a good living wage in Columbus, that would support their lavish lifestyles. At times they had to live off their savings. Also, being the type of people that got jaded easily and quickly, they wanted a change overall, a change in everything within their lives; surroundings, workplace, people, and of course, a very vigorous boost in income. Yet; only in a place where the consequence of the recession was not still affecting so much of the population in the city and where they could sell more high-end homes.
Though they understood it wasn’t just in Ohio: It affected people and families at all income levels in many cities and states, even a multitude of small businesses shut down, many chains that had been in business for years were shutting the doors on some of their locations because they were still struggling financially; and many people could barely pay their bills, let alone purchase a piece of high-end property, for that matter, any level or type of property. Obama did his best to change the employment rate, but it was rather hard; when he had Republicans fighting him every step of the way on the positive changes he tried to make, and the ones he did successfully make, there were still many businesses still laying off employees or not hiring new ones out of greed, and some still fighting to come back from the recession barely breaking even, let alone making a profit, even after the bailout.
John and Kellisha gained the perception that California was the perfect place for them to start a Real estate business of their own, considering when they did their investigation online the properties in California cost two to three times more than the homes in Ohio, and many even more than that. At that moment their vision of being joint business owners expanded, higher property values, equals higher income for them, they even evaluated and estimated the increase in the cost of living in their inquiry.
Cutting out a boss means they get that extra portion of the money, after closing fees and others small ones. This time their hard work and extreme efforts, plus long hours, all profits, will go into their pockets and maintaining their business, not someone else’s, and there will be no one to answer to but themselves. In addition, they would be able to continue maintaining their lavish lifestyle, and their boredom of living in Ohio for so long. So, they were up for the challenge of relocating and starting a company together. Their target market, the rich and possibly the famous, although, they didn’t believe in turning down any client money is money, they believed in hard work and the saying, you have to crawl before you walk.
As the plane landed John looked over at Kellisha and smiled. She couldn’t keep her curiosity silent any longer, and the inebriation from the Scotch nowhere close to wearing off Kellisha smiled back, her eyes low, her lips pouted she gave him a piercing look.
“Hey, was something wrong with you earlier?” She quickly asked.
His head snapped back like someone grabbed it.
“What—why you ask me that?” His acting was horrible, she knew something wasn’t right.
“You can’t answer a question with a question silly, just earlier you just had a strange look on your face, like something was bothering you or you were caught off guard or startled by something.”
He shrugged his shoulders and flung his hands in the air.
“I don’t know, I’m just tired and ready to get off this plane and get home, he grunted…and stop looking at me like that, I know that look.” Just as he did Kellisha also had a tell when she talked about certain things, her flirtatious half smile and raised brow always gave it away.
“What are you talking about, I just asked a simple question.” She smirked.
John had no intention of telling her he thought he saw someone from his past on the plane with them, however, he wrote it off, thinking it was just someone that looked very similar to her. At least that is what he seriously hoped.
The last thing he needed is to come across any person he had ties to in the past, oh the secrets they could tell, and oh how a woman scorned is an unforgiving creature.
“See babe... everything is fine four-plus hours on a plane, and we are still alive.” He said ignoring her question.
Kellisha looked over at him and rolled her eyes again. Her excitement would come once she was off the plane and in their new home and making money in their new office. For now, she would let her question go.
They leased a small retail/ office space, J n L Realtors is what the big black and white sign read that hung above the entrance. They had flown in months earlier to pick out their home and office space and order the sign for the office and to have some minor changes made. She even hired an event planner to plan a grand opening event for them, while they finalized the move from Ohio.
Little did they know…their move to California would change them and their lives forever.