LOCKWOOD: EPISODE 6

 

NOA POV ❤️

     

 I hated Weekdays, it was the worst time of the week for me, I had to go to school and pretend that I actually liked being there. The only thing I liked about Weekdays is the fact that I get to see the children. Claire and I would usually volunteer at Lockwoods adoption centre, we wanted something that would catch the eyes of the various collages we applied to. "If they see that we love kids it might sway their minds a little". She would usually say. 

But then after a while it became more than some application, we actually cared for the kids. She went there more often than I did to be honest and I think that's why she was closer to the kids than I was. Mr Mckay was always happy to get the extra help. Mr Owen Mckay is the overseer of the adoption centre, he is a man in his late 20's, he is married with a kid and his wife recently got pregnant. Owen makes our stay here worth it every single time we come, he was very close to Claire and I must wonder how hurt he felt when he heard about her death. I didn't see him at the wake and I figured he just didn't want to face the fact that she was gone, just like I didn't want to face it too. The kids must have been devastated. Claire left a big hole in our hearts and I didn't know how I would fill it and to be honest, I don't think it would ever be filled.

I reached the door to Owens office and I knocked, after hearing his faint voice telling me to come in I opened the door. His fresh scent entered my nostrils and gave me a comforting warmth. Owen looked at me with sorrow in his eyes, I didn't have to tell him anything he opened his arms for me and I ran into them giving him a big hug and crying. I let it all out, this was what I needed, someone to hug me and reassure me. This is what I wanted from my dad, Owen has been more of a family figure to me than my actual family has ever been.

"Shh, its okay N." He said while stroking my back, he would usually call me N, that was his nickname for me. A few minutes after my crying we sat down and he gave me a cup of water.

"You okay now kiddo." He said while smiling at me faintly.

"A bit." I said smiling. He sighed and sat next to me.

"I couldn't come for the wake N. I just couldn't accept the fact that she's actually gone you know." he said frowning and holding my hands.

"I know." I said with a pause. "how did the kids take it?" I asked him.

"Well, they were sad, the older ones understood. I had to tell the little ones that God took Aunty Claire to a better place." he said standing up and sighing. I stood up as well and touched his shoulders.

"It's going to be okay, I promise." I said to him. Now more than ever I wanted to find who killed Claire. Not just for my peace of mind but for all of the people who were caused pain because of her death and lastly, because she deserved justice.

"I heard Lockwood police is bringing in a new detective. Jane Parker practically demanded for it. I don't think the police will be slacking this time." Owen said.

"A new detective?" No wonder investigations haven't started yet. There's a new detective coming. I need to tell Khalil about this. If a new detective is coming it means we have to be careful about our little plan.

"Owen, I need to start heading to school, I'll be back in the evening so I'll help out with the kids" I said.

"Alright N, take care." He said and gave me a hug. As soon as I left I sent Khalil a message.

Noa: Meet me at Kelly's diner by 5:30pm. He replied fifteen minutes later.

Khalil: 👍

        

Khalil was late, it was 6pm and he wasn't here yet. The one thing I couldn't stand was lateness. I hated it when people didn't keep up to time, it was remotely annoying. As I was dwelling on the fact that the British idiot wasn't here yet the door opened only to reveal Khalil. He was wearing a black top and jeans and white Jordan shoes, his facecap was worn backwards and his hair was a little bit wet signifying that he just got out from the shower. Why did he look appealing? Why am I even thinking about how appealing he looks? Before I could dwell more on my thoughts Khalil comes over and sits.

"I'm sorry love, coach made us practice over time today." He says apologetically.

"Firstly, it's Noa and secondly I normally hate lateness but I'll make an exception today, but just for today." I say and he nods

"I found out that lockwood police is bringing a new detective, you know what this means right?" I say to him.

"That we're all going to be interrogated in a few days and that we should definitely be more careful when snopping for information".

"Exactly! That's why I need you to tell me what happened between you and Claire that night and what led to the breakup, remember we tell each other everything during the course of our investigation."

"She just wasn't happy anymore, that's it". He looked me straight in the eye as he said this and I concluded that he wasn't lying.

"Okay then. I still need one more thing from you. You knew Claire's circle right? I mean of course you do. Megan is practically in love with you and we know that she was at least the one who hung out with Claire more. Which also means that they might have been together that night a whole lot." I said.

"Yeah, I guess." Khalil responded.

"Khalil, I need you to flirt with Megan a bit for info about what Claire got up to that night." I say. Khalils face scrunched up in disgust.

"No way, no love." He said.

"Please Khalil, she might know something, it's just for a day, at Claire's funeral, she'll be more accessible there." I said

"That is a blatant disrespect of my girlfriends memory, flirting with another girl, more so the girl she hated." He said angrily and it attracted a lot of customers. I smiled to them and touched Khalils hand.

"Calm down, we're doing this for Claire, it's just for information, please Khalil. Just until we get something." I say to him. Khalil closes his eyes for a brief moment.

"Okay." after that he leaves without a goodbye. I understood him. I asked for a lot but if we wanted information about that night, we had to get uncomfortable. I went home that night dreading the next week.

My bestfriends funeral.

To be continued.