So, while being away, a new story using Sakura started, but a touch of a thriller element was added, which may be good. I posted some of it awhile ago and a few of you bloggers liked it, so I made some progress and thought you might want to see more. The woman below, (Ashley) has a part in it, please enjoy. 🙂
THE HIDDEN TRUTH
Sakura and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The piece you’re about to read has strong language, a M/F love scene & violence. If you disagree with any of these, stop reading.
As a young woman, maybe nineteen or twenty with flowing fairy curled hair and had a rather revealing white and pink kimono on sat at her desk, she adjusted her red rimmed glasses before reading the file on her left. Skimming through it, the woman knew this was the background on the man due in anytime now, knowledge making Sakura read more. “He was convicted of murdering his wife and did ten years, but he claimed he was setup?” she said in a silent whisper, skepticism all around her words while reading more.
It wasn’t like she hid her judgment for the ex con, her face wouldn’t let her, having the young officer ready for whatever line the guy may tell. Though only about a year on the job with the department of corrections, Sakura heard everything her “cases” tried feeding her, and while a few went straight, most lied through their teeth, landing them back in prison. As she looked up, she noticed a man sitting across of her, making her use a finger and nervously brush hair behind her ear before she said, “Mr. Coler? I’m the officer assigned to your file. I’m not your nun or friend, I’m here to ensure you adjust to the outside…” in a harsh tone, trying to deter him from saying his side.
“But I didn’t do it, you see?” the man said in a calm but frigged voice, hints of intelligence tangled up in the statement. He knew this young lady didn’t care, it could be seen and heard, but he added. “Can you help me get a job too? I’m rather good at fixing things.” in that same cold intelligent tone, the voice undoubtedly icing her done. Sitting there, yes the man could say what was on his tongue, something about the thing she wore, or lack there of, however the con didn’t wish to press his luck, a frame of mind causing him to swallow his words.
“I told him NOT to tell me his side, and he did!” shot across Sakura’s mind, compelling her to adjust her glasses as a sigh exited her mouth. It couldn’t be ignored that his “plea”, if it was that upset her, though her job needed to be done, having the pink haired woman gather the needed papers for him to sign, one task she wanted to do with haste. As she set each paper on her desk, showing him where to sign, Sakura said, “I can help you get one, yes, but there are rules.” in a calm but stern voice while she thought of a reason why she should aid him, finding none. After a weak sigh of what might be regret, the woman added, “However you’ll need to be happy with what job I can get for you. Furthermore, if you miss work or appointments with me, I’ll see to it you’ll go back to prison, understand?” in the same tone of voice, harsher at the end, trying to drive the point in.
“…Yes thank you, I won’t forget this.” replied the con in an upbeat tone of voice, though still having something chilling the young officer. After signing the last page of the forms, his eyes met hers, wanting so badly to invite her out to let her know how much he was grateful to her, something a thank you couldn’t cover, but he could tell his luck was on thin ice, a flag telling him to leave. He had every reason to go straight, after all, he was framed, one fact he knew in prison, something he wanted to investigate, but how could he with his parole officer checking on him.
One week later, checking the wall clock, noting her case was late for his first appointment, Sakura went for her phone, picking it up as she said, “I knew this would happen! Well Mr. Coler, you were warned.” in an angry mutter before dialing the number he gave as a contact on the sheet. The woman knew there was a slim to no chance the guy would answer, or if the number was even real, she had to follow the rule book, she admitted it, but if he didn’t pick up, the police would be called. Before the call could go through, the pink haired woman saw the man come in and sit, prompting her off the phone and up from her seat as she said, “Thirty minutes late, Mr. Coler. I hope there’s a good reason!” in a stern voice, Sakura trying so hard to reserve anger for the response the con might give.
Judging by her body language, not to mention the tone she took, the man knew she wouldn’t believe him if he told her, making the man shift in the chair. “I went for a walk and uh, lost track of time. “ he said calmly, a lukewarmness around that, hoping she’d accept that, even though it wasn’t half the story. If he told her that he went and snooped around his old home, now a still open crime scene, that would give her reason to get him back behind bars, one place he couldn’t work from, making him stick to the story.
True, Sakura smelled something off about his answer, who wouldn’t, she accepted it, mainly because he was the last appointment before she could go home. Shutting the door to her office, the woman sat on the desk, looking dead in the eye and said, “The job is going well?” in a somewhat kinder voice, wanting to see if the guy slips and give her cause to get him arrested. Sure, it seemed like entrapment, Sakura knew that would be his claim, she just didn’t care however, a point driving the young lady onward, but before more questions could get out, her convict put his hand up, stopping her.
What he had to say may land him back into that hell, of that he had no doubt, and if those cards were dealt, he’d take em. After taking a moment to get the words together, he said, “First, I know almost all of us convicts lie and tell you things, attempting to avoid prison, I get that, but I’m not one! Second, You read my file with the crime report as well, yes? You’d note the killer was right handed, I’m left. Oh, but you, like all in this town think I’m guilty, right?!” in somewhat intelligent anger, sensible facts driving it home, or in a way it may get her to look deeper and not just accuse blindly. “See you next week.” he added, this time calmly, bowling the young woman over with charm almost before exiting her office, not knowing if the outburst would cost him.
As she watched him leave, Sakura wanted to tell him off and let him know his outburst just ended his freedom, the words were there, the shock of his statement froze her, making her speechless. After the sting wore off, every part of the pink haired parole officer screamed in her ear, demanding that she call the police and end his days of walking free, her hand was on the phone, ready to use it, yet she didn’t. “That guy should be back in prison, he creeps me out…”Sakura muttered angrily, her hand still on the phone receiver, giving reasons why she should report him, though things the man said “did” make the woman think, having her grab the police report on the murder and take it home.
While driving, she’d be the first to admit that taking a case’s file home for the weekend to review wasn’t like her at all, so far from the norm for her in fact, Truth of the matter was that she wouldn’t bother looking deeper into files, if the person was guilty, they needed to go back, if not, oh well, it wasn’t an issue for her, this however. When she opened the file and started reading after getting tea made, a lot of little things stood out like sore thumbs, too many if you asked her, flooring her, compelling Sakura to fix her glasses in amazement at how spotty the investigation was before she said, “How could they convict anyone on THIS?!”
She wasn’t with the police force and Sakura knew this, but even she found so much wrong with what she read, enough to make notes about. True, it couldn’t escape her that the guy was found covered in his wife’s blood and the knife, but as she kept reading, something, perhaps her gut told he might be telling the truth and if so, he might need someone in his corner. Sure, Sakura wasn’t kidding when she thought he gave off a vibe, creeping her out, anyone in the office saw that, yet the woman remembered reading that some people with high intelligence have trouble socializing, making her think.
At the end of the read, a spark lit a fuse, causing the woman to change her direction and want to help him. She still had doubts about him, likely the way she thought when he came in had hold of her, and Sakura admitted that, but what she read in his case file and the murder file opened her eyes, revealing things to her, lightening the pink haired officer up. Making more notes, not being an investigator on the police force and not having those “skills”, if you could call them as such did cross her mind, that didn’t say she couldn’t launch one of her own, something she wanted to do. Little did Sakura realize however, this road would lead her into the arms of the man she once thought of as just a case, pregnant with his child and in danger,
Monday came with her at her desk, knowing what she wanted to get done, getting her on the phone, calling him. As she waited for him to answer, Sakura knew it wasn’t his day to come in and meet with her, that wasn’t what she wanted to confirm, the woman planned to meet with him and go over what he remembered about the night he found his wife. After he answered, Sakura said, “Ricky, this is Sakura Jenson, your parole officer. No, you’re not in trouble with me, I wanna meet and discuss the night of the murder because I’d like to help find the truth.” kindly, may be too kind, however after all the holes the report had, nothing could word what she felt, but what he was about to tell her would stoke another fire, making the woman want to help him more.
“Jesus, you get me fired and now you call with that line?!” Ricky replied with in a irate tone, the way he felt couldn’t be measured. He knew how she felt about him went beyond hate, it seemed clear as water, but this was low if she did call and got him canned, the man wasn’t sure about her, having him take a long pause. Perhaps his wife came by him, settling him, or he just wanted answers, making him regain himself before he said, “The Seaside Cafe in fifteen minutes then?” calmly.
After hearing that, something didn’t add up, sending her looking through the paperwork on her desk, trying to locate the number of the company she got him the job. “Ricky, whoever made that call had no right doing so, but it wasn’t me!” Sakura said in a direct way, hoping he’d see the truth, but if in his shoes, she’d be the same way, having her rifle though the papers faster. While on the phone with him, she didn’t need to guess that someone, perhaps from the building or the police department called and got him, why was crystal clear, but the who bothered her to say the least, causing a sigh to pass her lips before she added, “I’ll see you in fifteen, and I WILL see what the heck’s going on, I promise!” with a bit of fire in her voice, not at him though, at this whole thing.
True, Ricky had no reason to believe her and he didn’t, least not until he heard the way she worded that last bit, sensing she wasn’t too pleased with what happened. When the two hung up, the man got ready to go to the cafe, remembering all about that night, a memory he’d just soon wipe if he could, but thanks to his photographic memory, he couldn’t, one thing giving him nightmares at night. Walking to the place, may be his brain was working overtime, which happens in cases, Ricky wanted to know why the woman wanted to now be a friend, if that was the right term to use when she seemed like a cold bitch before, and yes, he disliked that word, seemed beneath him, but.
Sitting at a booth in the establishment, waiting for him, this whole mess didn’t sit right, a huge scar, having the pink haired young woman adjust her glasses. Knowing somebody messed with her files without telling her was distasteful in itself, that was plain for anyone to see, but it really sent up a red flag, telling her someone wanted Ricky gone, a fact having more questions than answers pop up, deepening this mystery. When she saw him enter, Sakura said, “Please sit.” kindness in her voice with a dash of urgency thrown in given what she needed to talk to him about, not to mention she felt like she had to smooth things over with him, a task she hoped she could accomplish.
The silence that lasted for minutes on end made both feel awkward to say that much, having the young parole officer use a finger to brush some hair behind her ear. There unsure where to start, nothing seemed to be the right way to say what she knew she needed to, adding tension to an already off moment, but something within her let go, making the words flow. Hoping the coming words might begin to undo what her cold shoulder caused, if that was possible, Sakura said, “I know we had a rough road and I deeply regret what I said and did. I also deserved that dressing down you gave at our last meeting, please forgive me.” in a calm tone, her statement oozing with the regret she felt.
He had things that would more than likely make him seem like an equally colder person, and was prepared to rip her one, every part of him wanted too, but by the look on Sakura’s face plus her tone, Ricky just didn’t have it in him anymore, having him sit back. “Accepted, now what did you want to know about that night?” he asked as kindly as he could before sipping coffee, trying not to come off cold, but given his intelligence, it seemed hard. As he listened to her question, something about the pink haired woman caught him, though he dare not say it was the spark of romance, Ashley, his first wife would be in his heart for a time, but this wasn’t time for those thoughts, snapping him back there as he looked up and stared at a fan as he said, “Came home from teaching a martial arts class at nine pm and found her. Okay, I know her blood was on me, but I tried to help keep her alive until the medics came.” in a half sobbing way, letting his feeling hang on every word as Sakura looked on, believing every minute her suspicions he was setup might be true.
Normally her bull meter would be going off like a whistle, part of her old mentality she used to sniff out those who needed to go back to prison, this didn’t make flags fly, having Sakura believe the man because that type of reaction can’t be faked. After sipping her tea, she looked over the case files again, as a way to word her next question, something that needed asking, though she didn’t know if he would know the answer, making a sigh pass Sakura’s lips. It needed to be asked, no two ways around it, having the words gather on her tongue before she said, “Were there other people who wanted her dead and see you framed for it?” calmly, concern about the holes and lack of evidence they convicted him on intertwined with each word, but she knew it could’ve been worded another way.
Ricky didn’t let go of the fact that her question seemed a tad bit “cold?”, if that fit, making the man want to walk, but it wasn’t time for him to get upset at her though. If he had to think back, there were “A LOT” of people who thought that he and Ashley should’ve never married, too many people to count at least, but none would’ve killed her over it, sending his gaze to the fan again. Looking at the spinning blades, or rather hypnotized would be better, still trying to think who may have wanted her dead and him framed for it, there was someone, but no, the man couldn’t have been “THAT” messed up in the head, making Ricky really think, sighing before he said, “In all honesty, there was one, her ex boyfriend, but IF he did, you can’t get to him, he’s Sheriff now.” a calm cool tone echoed in Ashley’s husband’s voice, hiding the fact he was planning to go after him, but the woman across from him didn’t need to know that.
While true, it would be difficult to prove, especially now, it wasn’t unheard of though, having Sakura adjust her glasses while thinking. It took nothing to deduce that the Sheriff called the plant that hired her friend, or she hoped Ricky didn’t mind that word when she referred to him, and had him fired, even though she asked the owner to hire him back, a request that fell on deaf ears. That denial did have her consider something for him, work that Sakura wouldn’t offer her regular cases, so far from it, getting the young woman to position herself in the seat better as she said, “I tried talking to the plant’s owner and a few places, but… However, my cabin needs work done, so I thought you could work for me in fixing it?” in an upbeat voice, the question on the end, hoping the statement wasn’t too bold or anything of the sort, making the pink haired woman feel nervous.