Chapter 3: Game On

I cannot believe someone is out to get me. It sucks that I have to watch my back everywhere I go for the rest of my life. It was not my intentions to kill him.What people fail to realize is that in corporate America, Being a DL gay black man is frowned upon in society. The fact that I put everything on the line, and you show your appreciation by cheating on me, was very crushing. It was as if he didn't care about my feelings or thoughts. After pondering about this situation for hours, I tried to sleep like a normal person, but i was so tormented i kept having flashbacks about what happened that night. The nightmares gets to me on a daily basis. Finally, the next day approached. I got up, and cute on the television to the news. The storyline read, New Evidence found in missing persons case. The police had gotten an anonymous package in the mail with a surveillance tape of me dropping something off at his place late that night. I had to immediately think on my feet because i cannot be tied to this crime scene. The police came knocking at my door, and asked me to come in to answer a few questions about the night they disappeared. I was hesitant to go at first, but i knew i had no choice. The person who was after me wanted me not to go so that i would look suspicious. So when i arrived at the police station, I had recognized this familiar face from the store i went to to pick up the arrangements for his brithday party that night. He had a bunch of receipts, and this look in his face like he knew something. I had to think fast. What the hell could i possibly do to make sure i pass this investigation inspection. So i asked to go to the restroom. I had to find a way to pass this lie detector test. So i looked around the restroom and saw this nail. I took the nails and i stuck the bottom of my feet so that my whole body would be numb. I came back into the room, and they asked me all of these questions about the night they went missing.I had to think on my feet fast, but eventually i passed the polygraph test. During all of this, all i could think about was where the hell that pistol could possibly be, who is this motherfucker after me, and what can I do to make sure that the situation is handled properly. So after leaving the police department, i head back home, and pretty much tried to uncover the mastermind of this game, and recap the night of the events that occurred the night i murdered them. There's just no way that one person is so great at hiding their identity. As soon as i sat down, the phone ringed. It was my mother calling. As soon as i answered the phone, all i heard was screaming. " BABY! Please come help me. I hear something in my house." "Ahhhhhhh!" The phone immediately hung up. I tried to call back, but the phone line was busy. So i immediately ran to her house since i was only a few houses down. When i got to the house, I tried to kick the door in, but it was mounted shut to the point where you cannot even get the door open. The windows were shatter proof so i could not get into the house even if i wanted too. All i could do is bust out crying. My mother is trapped and i cannot help her. I had a mental breakdown. I do not know what to do. My phone buzzed, and the message read, " Ding Dong the Bitch is Dead!" " You Lose!". I broke down. I did not know what else to do but cry. This is the final straw. I've had enough!!!