Bloody Lips | Completed

Chapter 11

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ALEXANDRA POV :

"Hello. I am Alex Ronald. I have sent a mail?"

"Oh yeah Alex. Yeah yeah. Come meet me at 6 today at my place. What you say?"

"Yeah. It's fine. Umm I'll see you then "

"Okay bye. Takecare "

"Yeah.. Bye"

I hung up my phone. I was talking to my i-hope-so new flat mate. No I am not inviting anyone here but I am thinking of moving to other flat maybe for temporary.

Let me clear the confusion.

After i had enjoyed my oh so heaven cupcakes, my senses came back to me that there were cupcakes in my apartment in front of me with my pillow and bedsheet by my side.

I am sure that now i didn't do that and how do i know that?

Flashback :

"Hey officer! " I call out at the officer who are stationed at my apartment. I am happy to see that Lary still have them to watch over me.

"Yeah ma'am" , he says. Okay now how am I gonna ask him that does he saw me going out at night and bringing the brown packet?

I will look like a fool. Oh Lord...

I take a deep breath.

"Umm well I can't remember something will you help me? Well I don't remember that had i went out at night and brought something? Because I can't find it? It is very expensive and I can't buy it again?"

Wow.. Just wow.

My everything statement looks like a question and i must add stupid questions.

The officer looks at me strangely. I know i know , just don't look at me like that.

I snap at him in my head.

"Uhh.. No.. I was the one who was patrolling and no i didn't see you. "

"Are you sure?" I ask again hopefully.

May be he saw me, and it was just me.

"Yes.hey ma'am are you hiding something? You have to tell us if something had happened.. " he looks at me with cautious and great attention, trying to catch my lie.

Oh shit.. Stay calm. Stay calm.

But why stay calm?

Because no one will believe you. But there were cupcakes, I have the proof.

And where are the cupcakes now? My subconscious snigger at me.

In my tummy.

I am going to vomit.

Fuck.

I run back to my apartment with the officer yelling my name behind me.

I throw up till my stomach is empty. What the waste of my cupcakes. . I shake my head.

After I cleaned up, I sit on the couch and think what to do now.

I am calm, i am chill.

I laugh at my own thoughts.

How can i be fucking calm? With that tears start to flow down my eyes. 

I wipe them with weak hand and lay my head back on the couch.

Looking up at the ceiling.

Maybe i should leave this city.. no.. I am going to leave this country.