THE GUY WHO KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
CHAPTER FIVE
Dayne Jamila's POV
"DJ!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wake up! You will be late for school! It's already seven in the morning!!!"
I woke up because of CJ's high pitch voice. Psh. One of my brothers is getting paranoid again and again.
"CJ, It's Saturday. I have no class." I calmly said. I restrain myself from scolding him.
"Is that so? Oooppsss... Sorry." then he finally leaves my room.
I buried my face on the pillow then eventually fell asleep again.
I woke up around three o'clock in the afternoon.
My three brothers were not around when I woke up so I guess they left our house to play basketball again.
I was eating my supposed breakfast when someone called me. At first, I was hesitant to answer the call since it is from an unknown number. But in the end, I just chose to answer it. Who knows it might be an important call.
"Hi, who is this?" I said
"Meet me at the park tonight at seven o'clock in the evening. Don't be late! Also, don't forget to bring my bag with you!"
Wait, bag? Is it him?!?
"Dylan?" I asked. Never in my life, I have imagined that he will be calling me just to command and ask something!
"Who else do you think? Have you stolen another bag aside from the one that belongs to me?"
I rolled my eyes! Seriously?!?
"You stalker! How did you get my number!?!?"
"It is none of your business! See you tonight!"
I was about to say something but he already ended the call.
I was trying to ring him back but his number was unattended.
Psh! Should I come? And should I return his bag? But the right thing to do is to return something that does not belong to me. Right?
No!
But what if I will not come? Will he cause any harm to me? To my brothers?
Arrrrrghhhhhhhhh! I hate it!
While I was waiting for the time, my head is battling whether to go or not.
At exactly seven o'clock, I have finally decided to go to the park. I just take a walk because it's near to our place.
After several minutes, I've reached the park. Dylan is already waiting for me.
"You are fifteen minutes late." he opened.
I looked at my wristwatch. Uhm yes, fifteen minutes late, so what?
"I think you're over-reacting! Why count the minutes that I was late? Just be thankful I arrive to meet you, okay!?!"
"And the most talkative award goes to you. Now, where's my bag?"
Seriously?!? Dylan is pissing me off! Am I that talkative?
"I forgot to bring it." what a lame excuse Dayne Jamila.
"Did you forgot? Or it was intended to be forgotten?"
I was about to defend myself but Dylan speaks again.
"If you are after the diary inside my bag, well I may say that you can't open it. The key is in me."
Then he showed the pendant of his necklace.
The key!
I was about to grab it when suddenly my hand was grabbed by him instead.
"What do you want Jamila?"
He was staring at me and I admit that I can't stand firmly with his stare.
"D-d-Dylan....." just found myself stammering.
"What do you want Jamila!?!?! Answer me!!!" By the way, how he shouted at me, I may say that he is full of anger right now.
I bowed down and eventually, I can't able to hide my tears anymore.
I cried all my frustrations in life. All the sadness, all the longing, and all the pain.
"I want to be enlightened Dylan. There's a lot of questions running in my head. I know you are just the only one who could help me."
"I am not the right person you need just to complete you, Jamila. You are just acting like that because your boyfriend died. You better stop searching for answers to your questions. First and foremost, I don't have any plans in helping nor getting involved in your life. Just return the diary. You can keep everything even the photo that you saw. But just please, return the diary."
He reached my hand and handed me his handkerchief.
"Stop crying," he said then walked away from me.
Well I guess, I just got his answer.
I guess he is not the one who could help me.
I guess I should stop by now.
But I just can't. It is about my boyfriend. It is about us. It is about what we had before.