Chapter 53
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She knew what I was going through so she left me alone to mourn.
I was a mess.
Extending my hand to take a swing from the bottle of gin the door swung open.
I really didnt care neither did I bother to check.
The liquid burned my throat a little as it went down my throat.
I kept it back.
"Why are you here?" I asked without looking at whoever was in my house.
"I came to see how you are doing." Josiah replied looking at me.
He was leaning on the wall with a pitiful look on his face.
"Not good so please get out of my... house" I said in between sobs.
I was breaking slowly.
Why did they have to kill them in pain.
Wiping the tears with the back of my hand I rose my head to look at the person who refused to budge.
"I said leave" I said with a hiccup at the end as I stood to wash my face.
Losing my balance a little his hands caught me midway before I could stumble backwards.
How he got behind me so fast I didnt know.
Just right there I broke down again.
"He promised he would be there as Ansel grows" I said shaking my head to remove back the bitter sweet memories.
I was breaking inside.
"He promised" I said this time whispering as i shook in his hold.
My face somehow got right in his chest and I sobbed even more.
"She was supposed to tell me that she was pregnant.
Josiah I was going to be an aunt" I said between sobs again.
He didnt say anything but held me to him.
Exactly what I needed.
Then in that moment I realised that I still loved this man.
I loved this man and I was fucked.
I cried even more.
We stayed there for minutes.
Him holding me in his hands while I cried myself into agony.
My heart broke each time a memory that we shared crossed my mind.
She was the most appreciative person I knew and in addition to that she was always the one who would encourage each one of us to step out of our comfort zone.
I was devastated to the point of where I refused to see their bodies.
I was supposed to go there today and see them.
I wanted to go alone and have my last memories with them alone.
But looking at the state I was in right now I didnt think I had the strength to.
After two a whole hour of me crying he finally spoke.
"Amala told me that you were supposed to go to the morgue at one" he said and I didnt reply.
What point was he heading to.
"Look I can take you and if you need support I can be by your side since she told me that they would perform autopsy from the evening after the clean up" he said looking at me.
I just nodded my head then detangled myself from his hold to go and atleast try take a shower before leaving.
Thirty minutes later I was done and came out of the room to an arranged sitting room with the bottle of alcohol gone somewhere that I didnt know and the rest of the place arranged.
He was seated using his phone as he spoke through it and when he saw me he gave me a tight lipped smile then cut the call after saying that they would talk later.
I really didnt care about who he was talking to at the moment so I just ignored it.
Looking at the weather outside I sighed grabbing a jacket from the hanger next to the door then kept it over the black long sleeve turtle neck bodysuit with blue Jeans and black boots.
Grabbing my phone along with lipgloss I exited after him so that I could close the door.
The drive took forever and when we reached there Mandine's parents along with Vincent's parents were talking to two police officers and when they saw us they stopped us.
An all work face edged between them when they saw who I came in with.
"Miss Hotch Mr Ivanov " they greeted us with handshakes and when I was done with them I went to hug my bestfriends'parents whose faces lacked all the light in the world and I was sure if it wasnt for my sunglasses I would have looked the same.
I saw the men discussing and for a moment it looked like there was a disagreement about to happen so I kept on my bitchy face then stepped in.
"Everything alright gentlemen?" I asked looking between the three men.
There was a moment of silence until I rose a brow.
"Everything is fine we were just trying to get you for interrogations but this gentleman over here doesn't seem to agree with us" one of the police officer answered and I looked at Lucas.
I was not in the mood of talking because I didnt even trust myself to talk long enough and not break down.
"I was telling them to give you time and atleast get you to talk after the burial which would be better and I'm sure you don't want to have an interview in a moment like this" he said looking at me through thick lanced glasses and I felt like he was trying to make an eye contact.
I breathed out.
He was right.
"Exactly what he said.
I'm sure you dont think I am a suspect so the burial is in three days and I'll be free to talk after that for just two days" I said looking at them then proceeded to walk to the doctor who was now escorting the parents to the morgue.
I followed right behind them mentally preparing myself to see the beat up bodies of my friends.
When we reached there the bodies were already out of the refrigerator fully covered with a white sheet and Josiah stood behind me holding my shoulders with his palms.
