His Beautiful Addiction

The last thing anyone wants to see is a dead loved one in a dream and when that person is crying at that. Michelle felt goosebumps wash her skin when she remembered how tearful Mia looked in the dream. She was crying bitterly but no matter how much she opened her lips to say a word, nothing could come out of it. She was just standing there crying and moving her lips.

Michelle was stunned; she screamed at her and asked her why she was crying but Mia could not reply. She just stared at her painfully; after a while, as though like some spell, Michelle\'s feet were rooted to the ground and she saw Mia start to walk towards her. She tried to move but her legs could not let her, her heart slammed against her chest until Mia stopped in front of her.

\'\'What is wrong? Why are you crying? \'\' Michelle asked, a little scared. Mia stared at her quietly and suddenly she leaned to her right ear and whispered;

\'\'Trust no-one \'\'

And that was when she woke up. She still felt chills on her body. What did she mean by that?

What did she want to tell her?

Michelle wondered as she went to lie on the bed, covering herself with the duvet.

For a minute, she felt she knew why Mia was crying. She gulped as her throat felt dry. The court ruled that the evidence found on Alex wasn\'t enough to indict him for the murder of Mia so he was set free. And that meant that there was no killer.

Her brows creased as she wondered;

Was Alex really the killer? Or was there another person Mia was trying to tell her about?

She said she should trust no-one, was her killer someone she trusted?

Michelle was thrown in confusion. One thing was sure, for Mia to come to her in tears, someone must have killed her. So she must begin the investigation again, but this time, she wasn\'t going to tell anyone about it. She would do it secretly.

A light sigh left her lips as she gazed at the white-colored wall. Why would someone want Mia dead?

She wondered for a long time but she could not think of anything. Maybe Mia knew that person\'s secret and they didn\'t want it to be exposed?

At that thought, her eyes widened;

Secret… secret…

If there was a secret, Mia would have written it down somewhere. Goosebumps appeared on her skin and she gulped; she would go through her things, thankfully, they didn\'t throw them away, they had moved all her personal belongings back to her room in the family home. She would go there as soon as it was morning.

Michelle\'s heart ran fast as she finally saw a slitter of hope after so long. She closed her eyes but she couldn\'t bring herself to sleep anymore.

…

\'\'Where are you off to? \'\' Douglas asked when he saw his wife dressing up by 8 am in the morning. Michelle smiled; \'\'I want to go see my parents, it\'s been a while. \'\'

He was her husband but Mia had said she shouldn\'t trust anyone, so she didn\'t tell him her real purpose for going.

\'\'Mm…\'\' He nodded, pulling his gaze away from her.

When she was done, she picked her bag from the couch and turned to him;

\'\'I\'ll be back in the evening, \'\'

\'\'Alright \'\'

Michelle drove herself to the family home. Right now, she was scared of everyone around her, what if her driver knew the killer? What if they were monitoring her? She couldn\'t help but think a thousand things, so she better be safe than sorry.

When she got there, she greeted her parents and sat down for breakfast with them, after resting for a while, she asked her parents for the key to Mia\'s room, they asked her what she wanted, and she said she just wanted to check something.

Thankfully, they didn\'t pry and just gave her the key. She walked upstairs to Mia\'s room, her heartbeat increasing as she approached the door. Unlocking it, she pushed it open and stepped in; it seemed they cleaned it regularly because there was no dust on her floors.

She dropped the bag on the bed and looked around. Her eyes stopped on Mia\'s pictures on the wall. So beautiful and vibrant, the person who killed her did not deserve to live.

Michelle gulped as she pulled her eyes away from the wall before she would start crying all over again. Breathing in, she locked the door behind her and began what she came for.

She started with the bookshelf, searching every book one after the other, then the drawer, she lifted the bed, searched every single corner in the room but she could not find anything tangible.

Michelle sat on the bed exhausted.

Maybe there was no secret, she thought, but she couldn\'t remove the pang in her chest, as though there was really something. Her eyes widened when a thought flashed through her mind and she went downstairs to her mom;

When she was sure there was no-one around, she asked her;

\'\'where is Mia\'s phone?\'\'

Her mom\'s brows creased in worry; \'\'what do you want to do with it? \'\'

Michelle shook her head; \'\'nothing, I was just wondering, I didn\'t find it in her room. \'\'

\'\'It was burnt in the car crash. \'\'

\'\'oh, right \'\' Michelle remembered but then her brows creased; \'\'Mia had three phones, and I can remember, it was just one burnt phone that was recovered. \'\'

Her mom\'s eyes widened at her words, as though they were thinking the same thing;

\'\'And she had a laptop, I can\'t find it anywhere… \'\'

She could see a shocked expression on her mother\'s face and she was sure at that moment, she had the same expression on her face.

\'\'Who moved her property? \'\'

She asked after a moment of silence, and her mom\'s eyes wandered;

\'\'We hired some workers to move them; I didn\'t think at that time that there was something. \'\'

Michelle facepalmed. Now, she knew someone really had a hand in her death. And she was going to find that person even with the last drop of her blood.