The Last Virgin - Episode 18

*** "Valerie! Valerie! Valerie!!" ***

The unmistakable voice of Eugene laced with pure worry and dread filters into my ears. Immediately, I spring up from the floor I was seated on in Anthony's guest room.

Grabbing a make up kit I found in the master bedroom,probably his girlfriends.. Oh well whatever. It doesn't matter right now.

Opening the bag, I pull out a black pencil, apply it underneath my eyes.

I then smudge the makeup roughly with the back of my hands until the black stuff is spread beneath my eyes looking like I've got bags from lack of sleep.

Next, I rub my eyes furiously and continuously untill it becomes red.

I blink severally trying to get my eyes to water so I can cry easily.

"Valerie!!"

Eugene calls out again.

Much louder this time.

I can literally hear his boots hitting the stairs as he climbs up.

I'm sure he's found Anthony's dead body by now that's why he's screaming my name probably thinking I'm hurt or something.

I quickly loosen my hair from it's ponytail and run my fingers through my hair, messing it up as much as I can.

Done, I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

Good.

I nod appreciatively.

I look like a mess now.

For better effect, I hold on to the end of my dress and pull hard.

The dress tears.

Great.

Last but not the least, I walk towards the wall and bang my head as hard as I can.

F*ck! That hurt like hell.

It's gonna take a few seconds for my forehead to start swelling.

If I'm gonna give a good fake sob story to the police in case I'm being questioned, I might as well make it look believable.

The door is suddenly pushed open with force.

I jump back.

Eugene steps into the room, looking around.

"Valerie?"

This is it.

This is it.

I chant continuously.. Putting on my best miserable face, I step away from behind the door.

"E..Eugene?"

I try my best to stutter His head snaps to my direction as his eyes roam over my body, taking in my appearance.

"Oh my God Valerie. Are you okay? I.. Saw.. An..Anthony.. Downstairs.. Blood... Kitchen and..."

He was visibly finding it hard to form a full sentence as he grips his hair harshly,probably trying to ward of the image of Anthony lying in his pool of blood with his heart ripped out.. It must have been a horrible sight to stumble upon I'm sure.

But not a as horrible as what they did to me.

I almost clench my fists in remembrance but then I recall I'm supposed to keep up with an act.. My lips begin to tremble immediately.

"H..e.. K..killed him.. I.. Tr..tried to st...stop him but he...."

I burst into another round of tears,my shoulders heaving up and down.

Eugene pulls me to him,engulfing me in his arms.

I wrap my arms around his torso, inhaling his scent as I continue to cry.

That was smooth Valerie. Real smooth.

He entangles his fingers between my wild messed up hair, massaging my scalp.

I almost mo*n at how comforting and relaxing it feels.

Focus Valerie! Else he's gonna see through my faade. I chide myself mentally.

After several minutes of 'it's okay' and 'it's gonna be fine', Eugene pulls away and I almost whine at the loss of contact.

He brings his hands up to wipe my tear stained face when he stops.

"You're hurt"

he states eyeing my forehead which is swelling by now. I bite my lip.

"I. Tried to fight him off but.. he.. Pushed me into the..w..wall"

He let's out a string of curses running his fingers through his hair In frustration.

"I can't believe I just lost a friend barely twenty four hours after meeting again."

His face contorts into a deep scowl.

"That sick, chauvinist, masochistic bloody murderer! He ripped my friend's heart out like a bloody candy! God help me because if I find him I swear I'm gonna..."

He was cut off by a sudden knock on the main door.

He stares at me.

"I think it's the police. I called them"

I begin to visibly tremble.

This time I wasn't faking it. What if they begin to question me and I slip up? What if I didn't clean the place well and my finger prints are found? Oh God! Why didn't I think of that? I'm gonna be arrested for sure.

Damn it! Damn it! I knew it was a bad for me to have spent the night here even after killing Anthony.

Oh dear heavens.

What if I become their main suspect since I was the only one with him in the house? What if..

"Hey!Valerie!"

Eugene grabs my shoulders shaking me violently.

I snap out of my thoughts to stare at him..

"I know you're still shaken. Hell even i am. But just stay here. You're not in the right frame of mind to be questioned. I'll go downstairs and speak to them. I'm not gonna tell them there was no one at home except anthony. Just stay in here till I get back yeah?"

I nod reluctantly and he dashes out, shutting the door behind. Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding, I fall back on the bed relief washing over me. That went well.

At least.

I just hope those police officers do not come barging into the rooms else they're gonna find me and I'm gonna be busted. They can't find me.

They just can't.

I bite my lip in frustration and begin to pace frantically to and fro.

I should leave.

I can't stay here much longer especially now that this entire house is gonna be taped and become a crime scene.

What if Eugene isn't able to keep them from coming to check the rooms? Then in that case I'd definitely be found.

I stop pacing and turn to the door.

Should I walk out the door? No.

I shake my head immediately.

If I walk out that door, it'd be the same as falling into my own death trap.

I turn to the glass window. Maybe I could jump.

Should I?

"Sir.. Please do not go there. Hear me out. I assure you this house is empty... Sir..."

Eugene's voice fills my head as I hear his feet thumping loudly on the stairs, probably coming in my direction.

"Out of my way young man. I'm doing my job"

My eyes widen. Fear grips me.

No no no. It looks like they're coming up.

I turn to the window.

I have no choice but to jump.

I rush towards the window and slide the window as slowly as I can so I don't make any noise.

Successful, I stuck my head out first followed by my right leg.

I pull the curtains aside with desperation filling my system as I try to make space for my other leg to step through.

I Iift my leg, ready to push through and jump when the door swings open suddenly.

"Trying to escape?"

The deep voice asks in a mocking tone.

My eyes widen in immense fear.

I freeze.

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A/N. So sorry guys.

My bad.

I Literally have no time to breathe these days with the constant project works coming in piles day in day out.

It's stressful and I lose all concentration when I try to write a single chapter.

Honestly, I hate to make you guys wait for so long because I too hate having to wait so long when I'm reading a particular book.

That's why I'm being forced to put this book on hold because I've lost all concentration and I got a major writers block too.

So I'm going to start a new book titled

"Daddy's girl"

which I completed writing and editing long ago.

That way I can easily post two to three episodes a day and while this new book will be ongoing, I can have the time to finish up

"The last Virgin"

and resume posting here. I hope you understand. Please bear with me. So sorry...