Chapter 3 Black Closet

• Claire woke up feeling unbearable pain in her head. She hasn't felt this much pain in her head for as long as she could remember,she surveyed the surroundings, and her eyelashes batted against her skin, where am I? She asked herself but no response
• She leaned on the king-sized bed, with her elbow, trying to get a better vision of where she was,obviously, she wasn't in her room, and not Marley's, where could she be? “You snore and talk in your sleep,and I could slit your throat for it” a familiar voice said taking her by surprise
• The man from the bar sat on a couch not too far from where she sat, he had his hands fixed on his phone, he always does. “Get ready, you would be living now,” he said, standing up from the couch then headed toward the exit
• “You tried killing me” she huffed, he halted. “I tried,” he said in a low tone, “ how dare you!” She tossed her pillow towards him, but it was futile he had proceeded further
• He ignored her, making his way through the oddly wide door before her, it's your chance now Claire! She thought to herself, as she surveyed the room again, she had wanted a way to be close to the culprit to get all the evidence she could get her hand on and there's only one way here, and that's to be with him.
• She looked down her body she was still dressed in her club wear, even her shoes were still on her feet, her hair held on a tight ponytail, he didn't even touch her, thank goodness, she briskly stood from the bed, looking for anything
• Anything as little as a dent in his reputation, she surveyed the room it would be harder, searching a room the size of a palace, how can one person live here, with this much space he could wine and dine here, without having to go out or having a feeling of claustrophobia?
• She searched every drawer, cupboard, and corner, but all she could find, were papers, mostly plain, with light tracings on them, some were partially burnt, weird, she notices his closet, it looked like a door to another room, she halts, for a minute before taking little steps toward
• Her mind running wild and fast, she leans on the wooden door, if she could hear any sounds before pushing the knob, a huge closet came into view it was filled with all black suits, sleeves and countless pairs of shoes. It was like a bat cave, her mind goes back to the blurry pictures she was shown on the screen back at HQ [ Head-Quaters]
• He was all in black, black wavy hair, black suit, sleeves, suit pants and shoes, then he always had black aviator glasses on. I bet no one has ever seen his eyes, in the internet, gossips lingered that he had the eyes of the devil, and no one dares look at him in the eye
• The black closet was everything she needed to know, this man was much more than just a drug dealer he was the devil himself, who wears black all through their life, it was supposed to be a mourning color, but with him it was casual
• She hugs herself as she walked in she felt all kinds of sensation, as it looked and felt like it was getting darker as she walked further, then she saw a trace of light, just beside some dark shoes, it was like a diamond in a cave
• She walks closer, then a small frame comes into view, it was a picture of two adults holding each other in a romantic manner, it was half burnt, and taken in black and white meaning its a vintage picture, a small boy stood before them his hands stretched like he was holding someone else but that was another end of the picture
• This must be his parents, and putting it here means he doesn't want to see it every day and doesn't want to rid of it, this ruthless and cunning man might have a spot for his family. Claire ran her hands over the curves of the frames before dropping it, ,her hands fidgeting and her heart raising. She felt emotional all of a sudden.
• She has no picture of her parents, she only gets flashes of them when she sleeps, the only thing stuck in her head was that of her childhood nightmare, when she loses her parents and then wakes up in the hospital with Lorenzo beside her,
• She was five then, and with time she had come to accept that it all happened for a reason, and the pain was just there to sculpt her to who she currently is, she places the frame back turning back to the exit,
• The room was empty, and her head ached, her heart beat rapidly, and she needed to cool steam, she strode towards the bathroom, stripping herself of everything she had on, as the warm water from the shower caress her skin
• She processed everything that had happened in the past few hours. She was automatically on another mission. She needed to ace it, she always does, after the long and body soothing shower she wrapped herself with the towel she had found in a rack, it was black as well. Making her roll her eyes in disgust.
• She walked into the closet, there was no t-shirt of any kind, so she slipped into the black loose pants she had found, and a black sleeve from the wooden hanger from the closet, “ he wouldn't notice anything” she thought to herself as she slipped into his clothes.
• All she could think of now was Marley, the last time they saw she was trying to protect her life, and also not blow her cover, and then everything went blank. Claire rubbed her hands on her head it was sore from the impact of the gun and swollen as well
• “ What are you doing?” a familiar yet surprising voice said from behind. Darrell was behind her, furious at the sight before him, she gulped hard as they faced each other. “You can't bring me back home, and expect me to be dressed in club wear,” she retorted, trying to hide her fear
• “Put on your cloth lady, and leave,” he said firmly, but Claire had a mission to complete. “Well, I am homeless and I am going nowhere,” she said maintaining her stance .