|| NOTHING WAS GOOD ENOUGH||
It was all over the news and the school whatsapp group, Empire high school's Laboratory prefect Benedict Audu had committed suicide.
The reasons for his sudden death was unknown, although the school authorities had bought my Orchestrated idea but his parents threatened to sue Empire high school stating the fact that their son had shown no signs of being suicidal.
I was glad because I had archived my plans, with Benedict now out of the way Grace was back to normal, she still hasn't told me that she F*k Benedict Audu in the Botanical Garden, but I was hopeful because I was in love with her and I could slay dragons just to be near her,that was how strong my love for her was.
Because of Grace I murdered Benedict Audu in cold blood without remorse, without regret because of love, don't call me a murderer because in Caroline Kepnes "You book Series" it is illustrated by Joe Goldberg "What can you do for love?"
Ooh gosh I was living in heaven. Benedict was dead and gone, I wasn't even afraid to scream it out loud in my head, I haven't killed someone before but because of Grace James my inner monster has been awoken.
We were at the Botanical Garden and it was dark, I wanted us to begin Mrs.Dumebi's Biology research but she insisted it could wait because she had something else in mind.
She wraps her delicate arms around my neck and we connected, it was like magic. And in that moment I knew that no one else was going to take my place in her life.
She moans slowly when my lips left hers and kissed her left blossom, she screamed my name when I went lower and connected with something hot and wet.
I knew what she liked, I understood what she wanted, and we both knew that we were meant for each other on every level, we weren't just having sex in the Botanical Garden, We were making love like never before.
But as the old saying goes "Noting good lasts forever", for our sake I hoped that old saying was wrong this time.
(3months later...)
It was a boring Math's lecture this morning and any one with perfect working eyes could deduce that Mr. Ryan Akintola's effort to impact the Knowledge of Trigonometry to the SS2 students of Empire High school was resulting to a massive failure.
I wasn't paying attentions to Mr. Akintola's teaching because not to brag, I was a natural born mathematician and secondly I had my eyes on Grace.
She had been acting rather distant lately; I had called her last Tuesday so that we could work on our Biology Research together but she ghosted me, and I don't like being ghosted, so I took the liberty to consult my partner in crime "The ghost reader" I never thought I would for once distrust Grace again after the whole Benedict episode was over but here I am, back at it again, "she ghosted me" I say to myself, and my guts strongly tells me that my dear Grace James has something to hide.
So I logged on as @Queen_Grace on Instagram, and scanned through her Instagram feeds before I came across something strange.
It happens that Grace was somehow related to Francis James, one of the investigators hired by Benedict Audu's family to investigate their son's murder.
Damn!! F*k my life!
And in his timeline he has a picture of Benedict covered in blood with my jack knife by his side. Is that why Grace has been acting Strange? Has she seen this picture? Because I knew that she'd recognize her boyfriend's favorite jack knife anytime, any day.
Grace had asked about that jack knife once during the holiday when she visited my family house and we were alone in my room. I had told her that it was an ancient family heirloom passed on from my late grandfather Mr. Gregory Madueke, his soul rest in peace, to my late father Mr. Jonathan Madueke, also his soul rest in peace, to me Jason Madueke.
I moved my eyes away from my phone and rested my gaze upon Grace. She was silently muttering something into her friend Mildred's ear, from what I'd noticed she was a bit cautious about who was looking at her, she glanced towards my direction and I quickly looked away.
I knew she had seen the picture because there was nothing else that could make Grace this tense. The fact that she was whispering to Mildred was also a red flag, I had to stop her before she circulates her rumor to the whole school. But there was a problem even if I stopped Grace; she must have told Mildred about her discoveries which meant Mildred would also have to be stopped too.
Immediately after Mr. Akintola's class was over I followed Grace, I had already established that she knew that I'd killed benedict and Mildred seemed like the only one she'd told. I had used "The ghost reader" to log into her Instagram account and she hadn't mentioned anything about me or Benedict's death on her feeds, I stalked Grace from the school canteen to the School bursar, then to the Schools clinic. For an average person, stalking Grace right now could prove to be a tiresome task but to me it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Finally my chance came when she had gone to use the female toilet which was close to the Empire High school Chapel, oh yes! The moment I have been waiting for had arrived. This seemed to be my lucky day; I never understood why Grace decided to use the loneliest toilet in School instead of those closer to the classes.
This toilet was in the perfect location, I could do away with Grace and no one would suspect a damn thing. I walked into to the toilet ever slowly and waited for her, when she was done with her business, she started washing her face with the water from the sink tap that was when I closed her mouth with my left hand and used my right hand to choke her to death. Trust me this was the hardest thing I've ever done.
I had stated earlier that I loved Grace to the extent I could slay dragons to be near her, but the fact that she'd told Mildred about the Picture showed me that she wasn't worthy of my love.
So as I laid my girlfriend Grace James to rest at the bathroom, I knew that Benedict Audu had won, even in his absence; my love life with Grace wasn't the same. No I am not a monster! I had killed two people already and I didn't regret it, especially when there was one more left to be killed.