Under Arrest for the Murder
The party continued, and I tried to make the best of it.
Enjoying the music and the beautiful view of the mountains in front of us.
Every so often, I would catch Proctor looking at me, or he would catch me glancing at him, but I would play it off.
Being thirsty has never been in my M.O. If anything, I was always the one who enjoyed being chased.
When the entire party was told to gather so that Hawk and Cyn could say a few words, Tania and I stood next to Cyn’s family, who were just eating up the fact that she was rich now.
I could see the look on her mama’s face, which was a mix of joy and intrigue.
I know they are thinking of all the ways they could spend Hawk’s money.
Cyn’s parents were very bougie to say they never had much.
“Everyone, we just wanted to say a quick few words to thank each and every one of you for coming to celebrate.” Hawk started his speech.
“Both me and Cyn got cursed out by so many people when we got married without anyone we care about around, so this was our way of celebrating our union.” Hawk looked back to her.
“Yes, he is right. We love each and every one of you, and I am so happy that everyone could make it out today. Especially both of our parents who are here with us.”
Cyn added, pushing my attention to Proctor, who scanned the room just in time to catch eyes with me and give me a seductive smile. That slow tug of the right side of his mouth, I couldn’t ignore, and it mirrored right off my face.
While we were smiling at each other across the pool as the speeches were being given, a loud commotion drew everyone's attention to the door. Hawk and Proctor both stepped toward it, only halting mid-stride when we saw that it was police swarming in.
The police didn’t scan the room and came in knowing exactly who they were there for.
“Harrison Proctor. Hands behind your back.”
Proctor didn’t move at first, and Hawk stepped towards them after letting Cyn’s hands go.
“Arrested for what?” Hawk questioned them.
“Under arrest for the murder of Josiah King.”
The words hit harder than any gunshot could have.
Is this for real? My knees locked. My hand flew to my stomach, and the pain shot all over me like I’d been hit by a car.
At that moment, I reached down to my thigh and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t still back in my hotel room, sleeping and dreaming of the worst shit that could’ve happened to me today.
How the fuck do they figure Proctor killed Josiah, and why is this the way I’m finding out that he is dead? This can’t be life. This can’t be how my story ends.