Dynamite
Prologue
I have two things running through my mind in this moment. The first, I am-without a doubt- the stupidest man on the Earth; and the second, there was no making it out of this situation alive. What began as a normal day for me, quickly changed course into the life-threatening circumstance that was currently upon me. I knew only a miracle could save me; a miracle named Demetria.
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From the beginning, I knew I had got myself too involved. There was something about her seductive tone and the way her clothes snugged close to her curves that attracted me. Thought the prime suspect for murder of her father and theft of many allusive cars, I wanted to know her more. I believed waht she said about being not guilty of this crimes and set out to find a way to prove it. As I dug more into the case, I was warned about my involvtion. Being my ignorant self, I didn't listen to these warnings. I was getting close to solving it, but somebody already had. She had the right unsub, but she didn't share this with me and kept it to herself. Selena, my partner, said if I believed this woman innocent then so did she. Though, she didn't really of course. All the information she discovered was kept a secret so it seemed as if she was with me. Knowing this information caused her trouble, and she went missing one day. The reason why, nobody knew, but I just knew it had to do with this case. I remember her telling me that she thought she had solved it, but needed to do it alone. Whoever it was that she suspected, was the reason behind her dissappearing; I was gonna find her and solve this case for good.
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From the beginning, I knew I had got myself too involved. There was something about her seductive tone and the way her clothes snugged close to her curves that attracted me. Thought the prime suspect for murder of her father and theft of many allusive cars, I wanted to know her more. I believed waht she said about being not guilty of this crimes and set out to find a way to prove it. As I dug more into the case, I was warned about my involvtion. Being my ignorant self, I didn't listen to these warnings. I was getting close to solving it, but somebody already had. She had the right unsub, but she didn't share this with me and kept it to herself. Selena, my partner, said if I believed this woman innocent then so did she. Though, she didn't really of course. All the information she discovered was kept a secret so it seemed as if she was with me. Knowing this information caused her trouble, and she went missing one day. The reason why, nobody knew, but I just knew it had to do with this case. I remember her telling me that she thought she had solved it, but needed to do it alone. Whoever it was that she suspected, was the reason behind her dissappearing; I was gonna find her and solve this case for good.
Chapter One
Morning Previous
I invited her to lunch, trying to see what she knew about this case. Though part of me didn't want to believe it, Miley was still a suspect. The first thing she asked when she arrived was, "Is this about your little friend,". I was as first curious; how did she know about Selena's dissappearance? Being the main suspect, I figured she must've been informed about it, since she was probably the suspect of that too.
"Do you mean Agent Gomez?" I asked, curious as to just what she had been told about it.
"Yes, Ms. Gomez," She spoke to me in her thick Hispanic accent. "I believe something happened to her, did it not?"
"Selena is currently missing, but it might just be a misunderstanding. She's probably busy with this case and isn't able to contact anyone at the moment." I took a small sip of my diet coke, staring at her for a response.
"Given the cirsumstances, it doesn't sound much like a 'misunderstanding'. Maybe, she knew too much so this killer of yours took her out." She gave me a small smile, she took a sip of her iced tea, like I had with my soda.
"That's a possibility I'm not thinking about. You see, I'm one of those 'half-full' kind of people." I saw a slight twitch of her lips, a smirk clearly forming.
"You have to understand, Agent Jonas, nothing is perfect and therefore must be balanced out with imperfection; your typical opposites. If this optimistic belief of yours is true, then what is the pestimistic belief that may, or has already, occur?"
"Well, if not now, then she may be in danger very soon. I know that she was getting close to solving this, but any evidence she found has gone missing with her." Her past smirk turned into a smile, but vanished in an instant.
"Tell me, Agent Jonas, why are you here with me today?"
"I believe your innocence, but every other suspect has a proven allibi. Since we have no hard evidence on you, they cannot charge you; but you still remain our only suspect. You've got the motive and an unproven allibi, so help me out. There was a fingerprint on the weapon that was left behind. I guess our unsub was careless," At my annoucement of this, she suddenly seemed intrigured of what I had to say. "The fingerprint is your sister's."
"Impossible;" She spoke suddenly, "it must be false."
"I can assure you, the test is positive. Don't worry though, because this evidence won't affect you. All I need from you, is the current whereabouts of Miley, Cherrie."
"You are much smarter than Miley told me you were. She said that around her you're forgetful and have trouble thinking straight, so I'd have no problem in fooling you."
"That's your problem; you're not Miley. Now, tell me where she is." She took a small bite of her salad, a little smile planted on her lips.
"You were somewhat fooled by me when we first arrived, Nicholas, since you still haven't noticed the fact you no longer have your gun from when we hugged upon seeing eachother. Now, listen to my rules, or I'll do exactly what I did to your little Agent Gomez."
I invited her to lunch, trying to see what she knew about this case. Though part of me didn't want to believe it, Miley was still a suspect. The first thing she asked when she arrived was, "Is this about your little friend,". I was as first curious; how did she know about Selena's dissappearance? Being the main suspect, I figured she must've been informed about it, since she was probably the suspect of that too.
"Do you mean Agent Gomez?" I asked, curious as to just what she had been told about it.
"Yes, Ms. Gomez," She spoke to me in her thick Hispanic accent. "I believe something happened to her, did it not?"
"Selena is currently missing, but it might just be a misunderstanding. She's probably busy with this case and isn't able to contact anyone at the moment." I took a small sip of my diet coke, staring at her for a response.
"Given the cirsumstances, it doesn't sound much like a 'misunderstanding'. Maybe, she knew too much so this killer of yours took her out." She gave me a small smile, she took a sip of her iced tea, like I had with my soda.
"That's a possibility I'm not thinking about. You see, I'm one of those 'half-full' kind of people." I saw a slight twitch of her lips, a smirk clearly forming.
"You have to understand, Agent Jonas, nothing is perfect and therefore must be balanced out with imperfection; your typical opposites. If this optimistic belief of yours is true, then what is the pestimistic belief that may, or has already, occur?"
"Well, if not now, then she may be in danger very soon. I know that she was getting close to solving this, but any evidence she found has gone missing with her." Her past smirk turned into a smile, but vanished in an instant.
"Tell me, Agent Jonas, why are you here with me today?"
"I believe your innocence, but every other suspect has a proven allibi. Since we have no hard evidence on you, they cannot charge you; but you still remain our only suspect. You've got the motive and an unproven allibi, so help me out. There was a fingerprint on the weapon that was left behind. I guess our unsub was careless," At my annoucement of this, she suddenly seemed intrigured of what I had to say. "The fingerprint is your sister's."
"Impossible;" She spoke suddenly, "it must be false."
"I can assure you, the test is positive. Don't worry though, because this evidence won't affect you. All I need from you, is the current whereabouts of Miley, Cherrie."
"You are much smarter than Miley told me you were. She said that around her you're forgetful and have trouble thinking straight, so I'd have no problem in fooling you."
"That's your problem; you're not Miley. Now, tell me where she is." She took a small bite of her salad, a little smile planted on her lips.
"You were somewhat fooled by me when we first arrived, Nicholas, since you still haven't noticed the fact you no longer have your gun from when we hugged upon seeing eachother. Now, listen to my rules, or I'll do exactly what I did to your little Agent Gomez."
Chapter Two
"Once we get done eating our wonderful lunch, you're going to follow me out to my car," Cherrie explained to me, her eyes looking straight into mine. "If you try to run, then I will of course shoot you. Try to pull anything while we're here, and I'll shoot with all these civilians around. Do you understand these rules of mine, Agent Jonas?" My eyes pierced into hers.
"What plans do you have once we get out of here?" I questioned her.
"Eventually, I'll dispose of you too." I cringed hearing her say the word 'too', the thought of Selena running through my mind in an instant. I should've been with her so none of this could have happened. I let out a sigh, the situation I was in dawning upon me.
"I understand your rules." The conversation ended then as we both sat finishing our lunch. I could hardly swallow down a biteful of the parmessan pasta on my fork, thinking of just what my future will hold. To make it out of this, I knew I needed to stay calm; but my thoughts kept going back to Selena, thinking of how she could be dead right now. In my heart, I hoped for her to be alive; just like I hoped for my own survival from this. I insisted on paying for our lunch and used my credit card to do so, knowing I'd have to sign the receipt. After my name had been scribbled onto the line, I flipped the receipt over and wrote down a quick note. I placed it facing up when the book would be opened, that way it would be seen immediately. Cherrie and I both stood up, me leading the way to the door and Cherrie just a few feet behind. As I stepped out of the door, Cherrie just about to exit the restaraunt, a waiter stopped her insisting she left her jacket at the table and needed to get it. This was my opportunity I needed, and I instantly ran to the parking lot. I frantically searched in my pockets for my keys, not being able to find them. "Damn, did she leave me anything useful?" Searching in my coat pocket, I found my cell phone and smiled to myself as I hit the number on speed dial. I heard the phone beeping as it self-dialed the number, and when I looked up I saw that Cherrie had caught up with me, now standing on the edge of the parking lot. My eyes locked on the black object in her hand, my feet almost immobile for a moment.
The sound of the shot in my ears triggered my mind, as my body immediately started moving again. I dashed between cars, my speed increasing with every step, as panic took over and adrenaline pulsed throughout my body. Although I didn't want her shooting in a crowded area, it was my best bet to blend in. The New York streets were always overly crowded, so I had no trouble looking like a normal pedestrian, as I slowed myself to a steady walk along the full sidewalk. My ears finally heard the voice I had been waiting for on the other line, her sweet voice saying "Why hello, sexy," a sudden relief to my current hecticness.
"Demi! Oh, thank goodness you picked up. You were right, it wasn't her today." I could tell she was smiling on the other end of the line as she told me,
"Am I usually not?" Her joyful laugh filled my ears and slowly quieted down until it was gone. "What happened after you found out?"
"There was a lot that happened. The short version; I'm currently on foot, have no weapon, and I'm getting chased and shot at by a pyschopathic woman."
"Wow, sounds like quite an interesting date. Did you have fun, Nick?" Her laughter was once again heard through the phone.
"Ha, ha, Demi. This is serious, I need your help."
"How do you know she's pyscopathic; has she been to a pyschiatrist?" I was totally silent on the line, obviously not amused at her humor. "Fine, fine, I'll help you out with this...predicament. What do you need me to do?"
"Finding myself a way out of here would be a nice start." I could hear her move around and then the faint sound of typing on a keyboard could be heard. She let out a small chuckle before she spoke again.
"What a fast runner you are, little Nicholas. You ran a whole five New York sized blocks away from the restaraunt. I'll start looking for a prize for you."
"Demi...."
"Right, I forgot you have no sense of humor. If you were to call her, I could track her signal and tell you where she is in correlation to you." A beeping came from my phone and I looked at the screen, seeing a number pop up. "If she's on the other line, answer it, but make sure I'm on the line too." I clicked the talk button, taking the line to the second one. Cherrie's voice entered my ear as soon as I put the phone back to it.
"Nicholas," she spoke, "you don't like following rules very well, do you?"
"I'm more of a leader than a follower." I said back to her.
"I surely thought you would be a follower and cooperate if it meant life or death for your little friend." My feet stopped moving in an instant, her words echoing in my head.
"Y-you said Selena was dead?" My head was spinning and swallowing was hard.
"Come on, Nick, do you really think I don't know how to tell a lie?" Was the Selena being dead the lie, or telling me she was alive the lie?
"That information was never included with your rules."
"Well, you said you'd cooperate, so we both lied."
"Actually, I said I understood your rules. I never said that I would follow along with them."
"How about I re-edit it then; follow the new rules I'm about to give you, and your precious little Selena will remain safe. If you fail to cooperate this time, I'll have her gone with just one phone call."
"What plans do you have once we get out of here?" I questioned her.
"Eventually, I'll dispose of you too." I cringed hearing her say the word 'too', the thought of Selena running through my mind in an instant. I should've been with her so none of this could have happened. I let out a sigh, the situation I was in dawning upon me.
"I understand your rules." The conversation ended then as we both sat finishing our lunch. I could hardly swallow down a biteful of the parmessan pasta on my fork, thinking of just what my future will hold. To make it out of this, I knew I needed to stay calm; but my thoughts kept going back to Selena, thinking of how she could be dead right now. In my heart, I hoped for her to be alive; just like I hoped for my own survival from this. I insisted on paying for our lunch and used my credit card to do so, knowing I'd have to sign the receipt. After my name had been scribbled onto the line, I flipped the receipt over and wrote down a quick note. I placed it facing up when the book would be opened, that way it would be seen immediately. Cherrie and I both stood up, me leading the way to the door and Cherrie just a few feet behind. As I stepped out of the door, Cherrie just about to exit the restaraunt, a waiter stopped her insisting she left her jacket at the table and needed to get it. This was my opportunity I needed, and I instantly ran to the parking lot. I frantically searched in my pockets for my keys, not being able to find them. "Damn, did she leave me anything useful?" Searching in my coat pocket, I found my cell phone and smiled to myself as I hit the number on speed dial. I heard the phone beeping as it self-dialed the number, and when I looked up I saw that Cherrie had caught up with me, now standing on the edge of the parking lot. My eyes locked on the black object in her hand, my feet almost immobile for a moment.
The sound of the shot in my ears triggered my mind, as my body immediately started moving again. I dashed between cars, my speed increasing with every step, as panic took over and adrenaline pulsed throughout my body. Although I didn't want her shooting in a crowded area, it was my best bet to blend in. The New York streets were always overly crowded, so I had no trouble looking like a normal pedestrian, as I slowed myself to a steady walk along the full sidewalk. My ears finally heard the voice I had been waiting for on the other line, her sweet voice saying "Why hello, sexy," a sudden relief to my current hecticness.
"Demi! Oh, thank goodness you picked up. You were right, it wasn't her today." I could tell she was smiling on the other end of the line as she told me,
"Am I usually not?" Her joyful laugh filled my ears and slowly quieted down until it was gone. "What happened after you found out?"
"There was a lot that happened. The short version; I'm currently on foot, have no weapon, and I'm getting chased and shot at by a pyschopathic woman."
"Wow, sounds like quite an interesting date. Did you have fun, Nick?" Her laughter was once again heard through the phone.
"Ha, ha, Demi. This is serious, I need your help."
"How do you know she's pyscopathic; has she been to a pyschiatrist?" I was totally silent on the line, obviously not amused at her humor. "Fine, fine, I'll help you out with this...predicament. What do you need me to do?"
"Finding myself a way out of here would be a nice start." I could hear her move around and then the faint sound of typing on a keyboard could be heard. She let out a small chuckle before she spoke again.
"What a fast runner you are, little Nicholas. You ran a whole five New York sized blocks away from the restaraunt. I'll start looking for a prize for you."
"Demi...."
"Right, I forgot you have no sense of humor. If you were to call her, I could track her signal and tell you where she is in correlation to you." A beeping came from my phone and I looked at the screen, seeing a number pop up. "If she's on the other line, answer it, but make sure I'm on the line too." I clicked the talk button, taking the line to the second one. Cherrie's voice entered my ear as soon as I put the phone back to it.
"Nicholas," she spoke, "you don't like following rules very well, do you?"
"I'm more of a leader than a follower." I said back to her.
"I surely thought you would be a follower and cooperate if it meant life or death for your little friend." My feet stopped moving in an instant, her words echoing in my head.
"Y-you said Selena was dead?" My head was spinning and swallowing was hard.
"Come on, Nick, do you really think I don't know how to tell a lie?" Was the Selena being dead the lie, or telling me she was alive the lie?
"That information was never included with your rules."
"Well, you said you'd cooperate, so we both lied."
"Actually, I said I understood your rules. I never said that I would follow along with them."
"How about I re-edit it then; follow the new rules I'm about to give you, and your precious little Selena will remain safe. If you fail to cooperate this time, I'll have her gone with just one phone call."
Chapter Three
My mind tried to think of what I needed to do. Was I supposed to listen to her or not? I didn't even know if she was telling the truth now, and what happens if I risk everything to find out it was a lie?
"Tick, tock, Nicholas." Her voice said through the phone.
"What are your new rules?" I asked her, curious as to what they would be like.
"The first would be to tell me where I can find you, since you ran away from me. You will come with me like I said earlier, without telling anyone else about this. I will tell you everything else after that." I contemplated what the results could be if I did what she told me.
"If I were to do exactly as you said, you wouldn't hurt Selena?" Although it wasn't the smart of me, most of me was thinking that making this deal with her would be the best thing to do.
"I can promise you that I will not hurt her. You can trust me that I will not break that promise."
"I'll go back to the restaraunt, which is where you can then tell me the rest of your rules."
"Smart choice, Nicholas." I could sense a smirk on her face when she said this, and fear suddenly went through me. Was I really about to do this? I heard a click on the phone, as she hung up on her line.
"Don't even start, please." I said into the phone, remembering Demi was on the other line and heard the whole conversation.
"Nick, what do you think you're doing?" Demi's voice was anything but calm as she spoke into the phone, worried for my safety.
"I'll be fine, Dem. This is my fault Sel is even in this position. You can't talk me out of this, I've already made up my mind."
"Nicholas, don't be so stupid. I don't even know what condition Selena's in, I don't want the same for you. I couldn't handle losing both of you. You two aren't just a part of my team, you're my best friends; my family. Let me help you through this."
"I'm sorry, Dem," I spoke to her softly, "it's always been so nice to know that whenever I needed somebody, you were the first to help out. Thank you for that; for everything."
"I swear to God, if I don't see you in the office next to me tomorrow, I will march to wherever you are and personally kick your butt for them." I couldn't help but smile and laugh from her.
"I'll make sure that doesn't happen. Talk to you later, Dems." Before she could respond and say anything else, I ended the call and turned off my phone, knowing it would be untraceable once it was off. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, as I walked back to the restaraunt I had ran from just 10 minutes ago. I just hope I made a smart choice.
"Tick, tock, Nicholas." Her voice said through the phone.
"What are your new rules?" I asked her, curious as to what they would be like.
"The first would be to tell me where I can find you, since you ran away from me. You will come with me like I said earlier, without telling anyone else about this. I will tell you everything else after that." I contemplated what the results could be if I did what she told me.
"If I were to do exactly as you said, you wouldn't hurt Selena?" Although it wasn't the smart of me, most of me was thinking that making this deal with her would be the best thing to do.
"I can promise you that I will not hurt her. You can trust me that I will not break that promise."
"I'll go back to the restaraunt, which is where you can then tell me the rest of your rules."
"Smart choice, Nicholas." I could sense a smirk on her face when she said this, and fear suddenly went through me. Was I really about to do this? I heard a click on the phone, as she hung up on her line.
"Don't even start, please." I said into the phone, remembering Demi was on the other line and heard the whole conversation.
"Nick, what do you think you're doing?" Demi's voice was anything but calm as she spoke into the phone, worried for my safety.
"I'll be fine, Dem. This is my fault Sel is even in this position. You can't talk me out of this, I've already made up my mind."
"Nicholas, don't be so stupid. I don't even know what condition Selena's in, I don't want the same for you. I couldn't handle losing both of you. You two aren't just a part of my team, you're my best friends; my family. Let me help you through this."
"I'm sorry, Dem," I spoke to her softly, "it's always been so nice to know that whenever I needed somebody, you were the first to help out. Thank you for that; for everything."
"I swear to God, if I don't see you in the office next to me tomorrow, I will march to wherever you are and personally kick your butt for them." I couldn't help but smile and laugh from her.
"I'll make sure that doesn't happen. Talk to you later, Dems." Before she could respond and say anything else, I ended the call and turned off my phone, knowing it would be untraceable once it was off. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, as I walked back to the restaraunt I had ran from just 10 minutes ago. I just hope I made a smart choice.
Chapter Four
My eyes scanned around the parking lot, trying to locate where Cherrie was. When I couldn't find her, I quickly moved to my sleek, black, 2010 ferrari, knowing she could show up any time. Though I didn't have the keys to my car, I knew that I needed to get into it somehow. I took my black, leather jacket off and wrapped it around my hand, using my covered hand to smash the driver's side window. The alarm started to sound off, with its annoying beeps, so I unlocked the door and ripped the door open to get inside as quick as possible. I jerked open the glove box and grabbed out the spare keys, though why I left them in the car I wasn't sure, and shut off the alarm system. I reached under the passanger seat and pulled out a tan manilla envelope, pulling the tab so it would open. Flipping the envelope over, I rested my hand underneath so the item inside could fall out on it. I gripped the small, black, metal object in my hand, checking over it to make sure it was loaded. Once I had done that, I stood up and placed it in back of my pants, supported by my brown, suede belt.
Glancing again around the parking lot, I shut my door and walked around to the trunk of the car, placing the car key into the keyhole. The trunk lid popped up, stopping as it locked in place at the top. I reached down to the floor of the trunk, opening the bottom compartment where things were kept in emergencies. The duct tape was pulled out, and then set on the bumper of my car as I reached back in to grab out a dark plastic garbage bag. With both these in my hand, I moved to the driver's side door and taped the garbage bag where the window would be.. I glanced around once again, curious as to how I managed to have all this time, when she would have been closer than I was. I shut the car door and walked back around to the truck, so I could put the duct tape back and shut it. Just as I was shutting the trunk lid, I heard the sound of footsteps-like that of combat boots-along the pavement behind me. I started to spin around, unsure of who this was behind me, but was stopped when I felt a strong hand cover my mouth. The hand pulled me closer to them, against their masculine body where I struggled against the hold. I could smell something almost close to the that of bleach, and realized in his hand was a cloth that had been doused in chloroform. Knowing the result of what would happen after breathing it in, I tried to hold my breath to prevent this. Doing so, I took in a larger breath than I had, inhaling too much of the chemical.
It was too late.
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I could hear the sound of a car driving along a road, instantly making me curious of where I was and what was going on. My consciousness came back slowly, and I attempted to move my right hand to my eyes, but couldn't. I winced in pain as I felt plastic slice against my wrists, which were bound behind my back. As feeling came back to my body, I felt something sticky against my mouth; and upon opening my eyes, all I saw was darkness covering them. I made a stupid mistake ever going back, and I know started to realize it. The curiousity of where I was still was in my mind, so I tried moving around to figure this out. Upon lifting up my head, I brought my head back down in pain from hitting metal just inches above me. I kicked my legs around in the space I was in, wondering how much room I had. After thinking about how I had a small space and that I could hear a car, I realized where I was; in a trunk.
The drive continued on for what seemed like another hour, where I would slightly fall asleep and then awake again from the bumps along the road. I heard the car finally jolt to a stop and footsteps in gravel after the car doors had been opened. Sound of a car door opening was close, and I realized it was the trunk lid, since I was then pulled out and placed on my feet. There was a hand gripped around my left arm, pushing me along with them, wherever the were walking to. The location suddenly changed, hearing a door and then the sound of our shoes along cement. I was pulled to a stop, where I heard another door open, before the hand pushed me forward. My body fell against the concrete floor, my hand landing on something soft-where I then heard what sounded like a gasp-and I let out a muffled moan. I felt a hand against my arm, making me flinch from the sudden touch. My body relaxed once I heard a soft voice say my name, giving me comfort and joy. My head had landed on something soft, which was their lap.
It was Selena.
Glancing again around the parking lot, I shut my door and walked around to the trunk of the car, placing the car key into the keyhole. The trunk lid popped up, stopping as it locked in place at the top. I reached down to the floor of the trunk, opening the bottom compartment where things were kept in emergencies. The duct tape was pulled out, and then set on the bumper of my car as I reached back in to grab out a dark plastic garbage bag. With both these in my hand, I moved to the driver's side door and taped the garbage bag where the window would be.. I glanced around once again, curious as to how I managed to have all this time, when she would have been closer than I was. I shut the car door and walked back around to the truck, so I could put the duct tape back and shut it. Just as I was shutting the trunk lid, I heard the sound of footsteps-like that of combat boots-along the pavement behind me. I started to spin around, unsure of who this was behind me, but was stopped when I felt a strong hand cover my mouth. The hand pulled me closer to them, against their masculine body where I struggled against the hold. I could smell something almost close to the that of bleach, and realized in his hand was a cloth that had been doused in chloroform. Knowing the result of what would happen after breathing it in, I tried to hold my breath to prevent this. Doing so, I took in a larger breath than I had, inhaling too much of the chemical.
It was too late.
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I could hear the sound of a car driving along a road, instantly making me curious of where I was and what was going on. My consciousness came back slowly, and I attempted to move my right hand to my eyes, but couldn't. I winced in pain as I felt plastic slice against my wrists, which were bound behind my back. As feeling came back to my body, I felt something sticky against my mouth; and upon opening my eyes, all I saw was darkness covering them. I made a stupid mistake ever going back, and I know started to realize it. The curiousity of where I was still was in my mind, so I tried moving around to figure this out. Upon lifting up my head, I brought my head back down in pain from hitting metal just inches above me. I kicked my legs around in the space I was in, wondering how much room I had. After thinking about how I had a small space and that I could hear a car, I realized where I was; in a trunk.
The drive continued on for what seemed like another hour, where I would slightly fall asleep and then awake again from the bumps along the road. I heard the car finally jolt to a stop and footsteps in gravel after the car doors had been opened. Sound of a car door opening was close, and I realized it was the trunk lid, since I was then pulled out and placed on my feet. There was a hand gripped around my left arm, pushing me along with them, wherever the were walking to. The location suddenly changed, hearing a door and then the sound of our shoes along cement. I was pulled to a stop, where I heard another door open, before the hand pushed me forward. My body fell against the concrete floor, my hand landing on something soft-where I then heard what sounded like a gasp-and I let out a muffled moan. I felt a hand against my arm, making me flinch from the sudden touch. My body relaxed once I heard a soft voice say my name, giving me comfort and joy. My head had landed on something soft, which was their lap.
It was Selena.
Chapter Five
The touch of her hands on my skin felt so soft and comfortable. Just knowing she was alive was almost bringing me to tears; almost. Her hands moved to my cheek, slowly ripping away the tape covering my mouth. She traced her fingers along my lips, moving so her long, black, hair fell against my face, before her lips gently touched mine. "Better?" She asked me.
"Lena," my voice came out raspy from not talking, and I cleared my throat to continue, "thank God, you're okay. I was so worried about you. I-i thought you were dead and it was all my fault and that I'd never see you again and-"
"Nick," she laughed a little at me and I smiled. I missed hearing her giggle. "calm down, will you? I'm fine." She moved her hands to the back of my head and slipped the cloth from around my eyes. My eyes slowly fluttered open and adjusted to the low amount of light from the room we were in. She looked at me with a smile and just staring into her eyes made me feel like we weren't where we were.
"I am so sorry," I mangaged to say to her. "this is my fault. You were right and I wouldn't listen to you. I shouldn't have let this happen to you. In doing so, I let myself make a mistake and now look where we both are."
"Nick, it's not your fault." She helped me sit up, leaning against the wall next to her. "You wouldn't happen to have scissors or a knife, would you?" I shook my head no and the leaned it against hers. "Well, I can't help you with your hands then. You can't rip zipties. I've tried it out before; you just end up hurting yourself." I let out a small laugh and looked down at her.
"You are so wierd sometimes."
"I was just curious if you could get out of them. So I put them on myself and then cut myself trying to work a knife with them on. Not my smartest moment."
"Those moments don't happen a lot with you." She glared at me and then playfully nudged me. How we could laugh and smile in a time like this, I wasn't sure. I guess she had that kind of effect on me. "I really am sorry, Selena."
"Stop, okay? Don't talk about it anymore. How about we focus on doing what we do best together; getting out of our stupid situations."
"We do stupid things a lot, don't we?"
"I'm surprised we're still partners after how many times we do. What do you remember before you were brought here?" I thought back to the parking lot earlier that day.
"I was at my car and I was shutting my trunk. I heard footsteps behind me, so I went to turn, but was attacked. They knocked me out by using chlorofrom; pretty old school trick. It was a guy, too, I can remember that for sure. The same one led me in here."
"That's the one who got me too. He's working closely with Miley. When I say close, I think you know what I mean."
"So, she has a lover working with her." I tried to think about how we could fix this, trying to devise some sort of plan. "We need to find a way to get their attention. I might now a way to get out of here. First, since you're a woman, you wouldn't happen to have nail clippers, would you?" She gave me a puzzled look, before grabbing her purse from next to her.
"They never even searched my purse, those idiots. I have something better than that, I've got a switch blade."
"You keep a switch blade in your purse?" She turned and looked at me, grabbing it out to cut my hands free.
"I'm a woman who lives in New York; why wouldn't I? Only pussies carry mace with them." I shook my head, laughing at her. Once the plastic was cut, I rubbed my wrist, them being free feeling so good. "What's this plan of yours?" I stood up, reaching my hand out to help her up too. I brought my hand into the back of my jacket, reaching into the back of my pants. I grabbed out my gun and pulled it to the front to show her.
"Never searched me either. I think we just might be getting out of here."
"Lena," my voice came out raspy from not talking, and I cleared my throat to continue, "thank God, you're okay. I was so worried about you. I-i thought you were dead and it was all my fault and that I'd never see you again and-"
"Nick," she laughed a little at me and I smiled. I missed hearing her giggle. "calm down, will you? I'm fine." She moved her hands to the back of my head and slipped the cloth from around my eyes. My eyes slowly fluttered open and adjusted to the low amount of light from the room we were in. She looked at me with a smile and just staring into her eyes made me feel like we weren't where we were.
"I am so sorry," I mangaged to say to her. "this is my fault. You were right and I wouldn't listen to you. I shouldn't have let this happen to you. In doing so, I let myself make a mistake and now look where we both are."
"Nick, it's not your fault." She helped me sit up, leaning against the wall next to her. "You wouldn't happen to have scissors or a knife, would you?" I shook my head no and the leaned it against hers. "Well, I can't help you with your hands then. You can't rip zipties. I've tried it out before; you just end up hurting yourself." I let out a small laugh and looked down at her.
"You are so wierd sometimes."
"I was just curious if you could get out of them. So I put them on myself and then cut myself trying to work a knife with them on. Not my smartest moment."
"Those moments don't happen a lot with you." She glared at me and then playfully nudged me. How we could laugh and smile in a time like this, I wasn't sure. I guess she had that kind of effect on me. "I really am sorry, Selena."
"Stop, okay? Don't talk about it anymore. How about we focus on doing what we do best together; getting out of our stupid situations."
"We do stupid things a lot, don't we?"
"I'm surprised we're still partners after how many times we do. What do you remember before you were brought here?" I thought back to the parking lot earlier that day.
"I was at my car and I was shutting my trunk. I heard footsteps behind me, so I went to turn, but was attacked. They knocked me out by using chlorofrom; pretty old school trick. It was a guy, too, I can remember that for sure. The same one led me in here."
"That's the one who got me too. He's working closely with Miley. When I say close, I think you know what I mean."
"So, she has a lover working with her." I tried to think about how we could fix this, trying to devise some sort of plan. "We need to find a way to get their attention. I might now a way to get out of here. First, since you're a woman, you wouldn't happen to have nail clippers, would you?" She gave me a puzzled look, before grabbing her purse from next to her.
"They never even searched my purse, those idiots. I have something better than that, I've got a switch blade."
"You keep a switch blade in your purse?" She turned and looked at me, grabbing it out to cut my hands free.
"I'm a woman who lives in New York; why wouldn't I? Only pussies carry mace with them." I shook my head, laughing at her. Once the plastic was cut, I rubbed my wrist, them being free feeling so good. "What's this plan of yours?" I stood up, reaching my hand out to help her up too. I brought my hand into the back of my jacket, reaching into the back of my pants. I grabbed out my gun and pulled it to the front to show her.
"Never searched me either. I think we just might be getting out of here."
Chapter Six
Even though we did have a plan, the difficult thing was knowing if it would actually work. We didn't know where we were or anything about the building we were in. Luck was definately needed for us to get out of here. Selena had an idea to get us out of the room, which involved a hopefully nice criminal..if that was possible. I waited behind where the door would open, while she pounded on the door screaming for somebody. We heard footsteps coming towards the door, and soon enough, the door slowly swung open.
"Why are you pounding on the door?" a low, husky, voice spoke. I couldn't see who the voice belonged to, but my mind pictured what he could look like.
"I have to go to the bathroom." Selena said, sounding like a little girl. "I'm a woman, you can't just bring me a bucket or something. Please."
"Miss, I can't-"
"I really have to go. Before that cute guy that you're working with brought me, a beautiful defenseless woman who just knows to much, here I had like three large sodas. Please." Although I couldn't see what Selena's facial expressions were, I knew her enough to know she was probably batting her dark eyelashes at this man.
"Fine, come with me." I heard the footsteps along the concrete as he went to leave and take her with her, but before they could get fully out of the room, I heard quick movement and a soft thud on the ground. Moving from behind the door finally, I looked to see Selena-blade in hand-and the body of the man whose voice I heard on the ground; lifeless.
"Quickly, let's move the body into the room so nobody sees him." I helped her pull the body into the room, though I was mostly doing it, and we shut the door after we stepped out.
"Let's try going this way," I said to her.
"I'll go this way then." She started to walk the opposite way of what I said and I grabbed her arm to stop her.
"We're not splitting up. Right now, it's best if we both stick together."
"Look, I understand you're worried about me, Nick, but I'm a big girl. We'll both meet back up once we check down opposite ways. I'll be fine, I promise." I still wasn't sure about it, but I nodded my head anyways, and we walked our separate ways. Knowing who I could run into while traveling down the hall was impossible to know, and I kept my gun in a tight grip, just incase. A little ahead of me I could hear voices, so I slowed my pace even more and pressed against the wall as I moved. I stopped right by the open door the voices were coming out of and listened to hear what they were saying.
"How many times do you want me to apologize for something that's not my fault, Sis? At least he's here, okay?" I recognized that voice as Cherrie's, and then I thought about who else was in the room with her.
"After you got some help from Joe that is. The job should have been very easy for you, Cherrie. How was it difficult to trick him and then get rid of him? Now look what you've done! I should have just told Joe to do the job instead of bringing him here. Why don't you try to do what I told you and go finish it, huh?" I felt fear take over my body and my breathing started to go uneven. They were talking about killing somebody, more specific, me.
That was not going to happen today. I moved from next to the door and walked into the doorframe, a smile on my face when I saw her. "I'm sorry, but you won't be able to complete your job. I won't be dying today, you will be." I brought my gun up, aimed at her. She put a smirk on her face and stepped so she was closer to me.
"Nick," she said to me, "so great to see you again."
"It's just wonderful to see you again, too, Miley."
"Why are you pounding on the door?" a low, husky, voice spoke. I couldn't see who the voice belonged to, but my mind pictured what he could look like.
"I have to go to the bathroom." Selena said, sounding like a little girl. "I'm a woman, you can't just bring me a bucket or something. Please."
"Miss, I can't-"
"I really have to go. Before that cute guy that you're working with brought me, a beautiful defenseless woman who just knows to much, here I had like three large sodas. Please." Although I couldn't see what Selena's facial expressions were, I knew her enough to know she was probably batting her dark eyelashes at this man.
"Fine, come with me." I heard the footsteps along the concrete as he went to leave and take her with her, but before they could get fully out of the room, I heard quick movement and a soft thud on the ground. Moving from behind the door finally, I looked to see Selena-blade in hand-and the body of the man whose voice I heard on the ground; lifeless.
"Quickly, let's move the body into the room so nobody sees him." I helped her pull the body into the room, though I was mostly doing it, and we shut the door after we stepped out.
"Let's try going this way," I said to her.
"I'll go this way then." She started to walk the opposite way of what I said and I grabbed her arm to stop her.
"We're not splitting up. Right now, it's best if we both stick together."
"Look, I understand you're worried about me, Nick, but I'm a big girl. We'll both meet back up once we check down opposite ways. I'll be fine, I promise." I still wasn't sure about it, but I nodded my head anyways, and we walked our separate ways. Knowing who I could run into while traveling down the hall was impossible to know, and I kept my gun in a tight grip, just incase. A little ahead of me I could hear voices, so I slowed my pace even more and pressed against the wall as I moved. I stopped right by the open door the voices were coming out of and listened to hear what they were saying.
"How many times do you want me to apologize for something that's not my fault, Sis? At least he's here, okay?" I recognized that voice as Cherrie's, and then I thought about who else was in the room with her.
"After you got some help from Joe that is. The job should have been very easy for you, Cherrie. How was it difficult to trick him and then get rid of him? Now look what you've done! I should have just told Joe to do the job instead of bringing him here. Why don't you try to do what I told you and go finish it, huh?" I felt fear take over my body and my breathing started to go uneven. They were talking about killing somebody, more specific, me.
That was not going to happen today. I moved from next to the door and walked into the doorframe, a smile on my face when I saw her. "I'm sorry, but you won't be able to complete your job. I won't be dying today, you will be." I brought my gun up, aimed at her. She put a smirk on her face and stepped so she was closer to me.
"Nick," she said to me, "so great to see you again."
"It's just wonderful to see you again, too, Miley."
Chapter Seven
She took slow steps towards me, getting closer each time. "I think I underestimate you too much, Nicholas." Miley spoke to me. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, the sound of a female scream pierced through my ears. My attention immediately turned down the hall I had come from, knowing just who it was.
"Selena." I spoke, the name coming out as a whisper. Movement in front of me caught my eyes, and I my vision turned back to Miley, noticing her right in front of me. Before I could do anything, she smacked my gun from my hand, causing it to fall on the concrete floor, and kicked the back of my knees, causing me to do the same. With me on the ground, she grabbed the gun from the floor and aimed it at me, daring me to move. Ours eyes met with eachothers and the look in hers made me fear my life in the moment. I heard the scream once again and went to get up, but Miley pushed the gun to my head, making me stay completely still.
"If you make one little move, Nick, you'll be dead right here." I knew we shouldn't have split up, I told her. My head leaned back against the cold floor and I closed my eyes thinking about Selena.
"Please, don't do anything to her. Cherrie promised she wouldn't hurt Selena." Miley moved a little, and Cherrie spoke up.
"He's right, I did promise that I wouldn't hurt her. Give me the gun, Miley, I'll take care of him. You'll have to take care of her, because I can't." I sat up instantly, glaring at Miley.
"Don't you dare hurt her, leave her alone. If you want to hurt somebody, then do it to me." Cherrie stepped towards me, the gun now in her hand. She moved it to my chest, making my body tense.
"Right now, all I'd have to do is pull this trigger and the bullet would go right through your heart. I'd watch you die right here within a few seconds. Don't tempt me to, Nicholas."
"I hope you burn you Hell."
"I'd have to die first, which will be after you do." Footsteps echoed down the hall and Miley walked down there, her heels clicking against the floor. Cherrie's attention wasn't on me, so I slid my hand into my jeans pocket, pulling out my iphone a little. I hit the power button, knowing I could use some help from a certain person. Before Cherrie looked back at me, I put it back in my pocket, looking like I hadn't done anything. The footsteps got closer and when I looked down the hall, I saw Miley with guy who had a hold of Selena following behind her. I moved slightly when I saw her, but stopped once again when I felt the pressure of the gun in Cherrie's hand against my chest. Our plan worked out just so well. Miley looked at me and walked over to the guy, playing with his dark, thick, curly hair before planting a deep kiss on his lips.
"Thank you, Joey," she said to him, "you did a very good job."
"I'll do anything for you, babe," he said to her. Miley looked at Selena and then at me, before speaking to him again.
"Joe, since we don't have any use for them and we're going to get rid of them anyway," she looked straight at me while she spoke to him, "why don't you have a little fun with her before we do." Fear was no longer controlling me anymore, but anger was. I pushed Cherrie's arm away from me and stood up, walking towards Miley.
"Don't you dare-" I started to say, but was stopped when I felt a pain course throughout my body. My hand moved to my lower abs by my waist, and when I pulled my hand back, it covered in red. I fell to my knees and everything around me seemed to no longer matter. Selena was screaming my name, but it only sounded like a whisper to me. Miley stepped closer to me and jerked my head up so I was looking at her.
"I told you not to move."
"Selena." I spoke, the name coming out as a whisper. Movement in front of me caught my eyes, and I my vision turned back to Miley, noticing her right in front of me. Before I could do anything, she smacked my gun from my hand, causing it to fall on the concrete floor, and kicked the back of my knees, causing me to do the same. With me on the ground, she grabbed the gun from the floor and aimed it at me, daring me to move. Ours eyes met with eachothers and the look in hers made me fear my life in the moment. I heard the scream once again and went to get up, but Miley pushed the gun to my head, making me stay completely still.
"If you make one little move, Nick, you'll be dead right here." I knew we shouldn't have split up, I told her. My head leaned back against the cold floor and I closed my eyes thinking about Selena.
"Please, don't do anything to her. Cherrie promised she wouldn't hurt Selena." Miley moved a little, and Cherrie spoke up.
"He's right, I did promise that I wouldn't hurt her. Give me the gun, Miley, I'll take care of him. You'll have to take care of her, because I can't." I sat up instantly, glaring at Miley.
"Don't you dare hurt her, leave her alone. If you want to hurt somebody, then do it to me." Cherrie stepped towards me, the gun now in her hand. She moved it to my chest, making my body tense.
"Right now, all I'd have to do is pull this trigger and the bullet would go right through your heart. I'd watch you die right here within a few seconds. Don't tempt me to, Nicholas."
"I hope you burn you Hell."
"I'd have to die first, which will be after you do." Footsteps echoed down the hall and Miley walked down there, her heels clicking against the floor. Cherrie's attention wasn't on me, so I slid my hand into my jeans pocket, pulling out my iphone a little. I hit the power button, knowing I could use some help from a certain person. Before Cherrie looked back at me, I put it back in my pocket, looking like I hadn't done anything. The footsteps got closer and when I looked down the hall, I saw Miley with guy who had a hold of Selena following behind her. I moved slightly when I saw her, but stopped once again when I felt the pressure of the gun in Cherrie's hand against my chest. Our plan worked out just so well. Miley looked at me and walked over to the guy, playing with his dark, thick, curly hair before planting a deep kiss on his lips.
"Thank you, Joey," she said to him, "you did a very good job."
"I'll do anything for you, babe," he said to her. Miley looked at Selena and then at me, before speaking to him again.
"Joe, since we don't have any use for them and we're going to get rid of them anyway," she looked straight at me while she spoke to him, "why don't you have a little fun with her before we do." Fear was no longer controlling me anymore, but anger was. I pushed Cherrie's arm away from me and stood up, walking towards Miley.
"Don't you dare-" I started to say, but was stopped when I felt a pain course throughout my body. My hand moved to my lower abs by my waist, and when I pulled my hand back, it covered in red. I fell to my knees and everything around me seemed to no longer matter. Selena was screaming my name, but it only sounded like a whisper to me. Miley stepped closer to me and jerked my head up so I was looking at her.
"I told you not to move."
Chapter Eight
I had two things running through my mind in that moment. The first, I am-without a doubt- the stupidest man on the Earth; and the second, there was no making it out of the situation alive. What began as a normal day for me, quickly changed course into the life-threatening circumstance that was currently upon me. I knew only a miracle could save me; a miracle named Demetria. In my head, I prayed over and over for her to come any minute. Since I'm such an idiot, I left her no trace as to where I was in the first place, because of fear of her interveining. Now, I wish she would've. Time is what I'm afraid of; not enough time for her to find us and get help before it's too late.
As I lay against the wall in a vast room, my hand firmly pressed against my wound to help blood loss-and knowing I was slowly dying there-, my biggest fear wasn't death, but if I had good enough cell service. Selena's crying, and the screams I would hear every so oftern, filled my ears, but my eyes stayed closed. I could only imagine what was going on with her in that moment, but I knew it couldn't be anything good. In my mind I said over and over, "Please, God, bring me my miracle,". Slightly moving, I tried to adjust a little and winced from pain. I slowly opened my eyes a little and looked around the room. When I glanced around the room, I didn't see anybody around. Although I was a little curious, I used the time to my advantage.
I slipped my phone from my pocket and checked the missed alerts I had. I smiled slightly when it said I had six text messages and three missed calls from Lovato. The texts were mainly asking if I was okay or if I was there; but one stated that if I didn't respond within a half hour of recieving the text, she would automatically send backup to coordinates she found from my signal. Time of recieval was fifteen minutes previous and I fumbled at trying to text her something back. I ended up sending her a text saying, "pls do qik chry sht". Knowing if she'd understand it, I wasn't sure, but in my circumstance, it was the best I could do. Hardly even 30 seconds later, my phone lit up with her reply, "On the way right now. Give it a little time. Cherrie was shot?". I took slow breaths, trying to make sitting there as painless as possible. Once again my fingers tapped against the screen, typing the message, "me" to her. Her reply that came once again was still not getting the point, and then after I recived the first, a second came after, with her finally realizing.
I didn't hear the footsteps until it was too late and the combat boots came into my low line of vision. Slowly, I raised my head, looking at Joe and tried sticking my back into my pocket before he saw, but I wasn't fast enough. "What do we have here?" He asked, bending down and taking the phone from my hand. "Trying to get some help are we? I'm afraid it will be too late. No matter how fast their traveling, it'll take too long to get here. By then, you'll already be dead, along with that attractive friend of yours, and we'll be gone."
"You guys have a problem with underestimating my power," I said to him, a small smirk on my face, "you'll understand when they get here and you're locked up."
"Slowly dying just isn't enough for you, is it?" Joe took the phone in his hand and slid it accross the floor away from us, before he smiled at me and spoke again. "I'll admit, even though Miley was just joking before, I wouldn't mind having some fun with that little Selena. She looks like that body of hers is amazing."
"Don't ever fucking talk about her like that," I spat at him, my eyes narrowing to a glare. "I swear if you even lay a finger on her, you'll regret it."
"That's some big talk coming from the guy who only has about an hour left before he dies from blood loss. I'm curious as to why I should be threatened."
"You're underestimating me again; you all have a problem with-" I cut myself short when I saw my cell phone screen lighting up from accross the room with a call. I knew the picture even from far away, because all that was needed was the smile to recognize her. Her huge, sweet, smile that always made you smile back. Joe caught what I was looking at and I tried to take my attention away from it so he wouldn't do anything, but he stood up and grabbed it. When he showed me who was calling on the phone, a smirk was on his face.
"Wow, beautiful woman there, Nick. Must be a co-worker of yours I'm guessing. Hm, Lovato," he said, reading the name of the caller, "sounds like one hell of a woman. Should we answer it?"
"Don't do that," he put a frown on his face,
"Aw, why not? I think it'd be fun, don't you agree?" Before I could interject, he slid it to answer and made me speak into the speaker.
"Hello?"
"Nick," Demi shouted into the phone, "Oh, thank God you answered. Are you okay then, is Selena good?"
"Don't worry, baby," Joe spoke to her, "Selena's fine. Your boyfriend here isn't looking too good though." There was silence on the other end until she finally spoke again.
"W-who is this?"
"My name is Joe, dear, and I'm just sitting here with your little friend Nick right now. You should've seen the look on his face when your picture came up. He's a lucky man to have a relationship with such a beautiful girl like you. I'm just a little worried that he won't make it in time to see you again."
"Listen, Joe, you do not want to see my bad side. When I get there and find you, you're going to wish that you never messed with me. You chose the wrong family to deal with, because when you mess with my family, a become the worst btich you'll ever meet."
"Any last words you want to say to her, Nick?" Joe looked at me, the look on his face not very pleasant. I thought carefully about what to say, knowing 'last words' could be a good way to put it. After the time it took to get here, I couldn't be sure I'd make it. What I said now had to be what I would want to say if it's the last words I could.
"Thank you, Demetria, for always being there and helping me with the crazy situations I get myself into," I said to her, taking a deep breath for what I was to say next, "I-i love you." There was a silence on her line, before I heard her voice.
"Don't speak like this is the end, it's not. But...I love you too, Nicholas. Goodbye." I heard the click on the other end and knew she had hung up.
"Goodbye, Dem."
As I lay against the wall in a vast room, my hand firmly pressed against my wound to help blood loss-and knowing I was slowly dying there-, my biggest fear wasn't death, but if I had good enough cell service. Selena's crying, and the screams I would hear every so oftern, filled my ears, but my eyes stayed closed. I could only imagine what was going on with her in that moment, but I knew it couldn't be anything good. In my mind I said over and over, "Please, God, bring me my miracle,". Slightly moving, I tried to adjust a little and winced from pain. I slowly opened my eyes a little and looked around the room. When I glanced around the room, I didn't see anybody around. Although I was a little curious, I used the time to my advantage.
I slipped my phone from my pocket and checked the missed alerts I had. I smiled slightly when it said I had six text messages and three missed calls from Lovato. The texts were mainly asking if I was okay or if I was there; but one stated that if I didn't respond within a half hour of recieving the text, she would automatically send backup to coordinates she found from my signal. Time of recieval was fifteen minutes previous and I fumbled at trying to text her something back. I ended up sending her a text saying, "pls do qik chry sht". Knowing if she'd understand it, I wasn't sure, but in my circumstance, it was the best I could do. Hardly even 30 seconds later, my phone lit up with her reply, "On the way right now. Give it a little time. Cherrie was shot?". I took slow breaths, trying to make sitting there as painless as possible. Once again my fingers tapped against the screen, typing the message, "me" to her. Her reply that came once again was still not getting the point, and then after I recived the first, a second came after, with her finally realizing.
I didn't hear the footsteps until it was too late and the combat boots came into my low line of vision. Slowly, I raised my head, looking at Joe and tried sticking my back into my pocket before he saw, but I wasn't fast enough. "What do we have here?" He asked, bending down and taking the phone from my hand. "Trying to get some help are we? I'm afraid it will be too late. No matter how fast their traveling, it'll take too long to get here. By then, you'll already be dead, along with that attractive friend of yours, and we'll be gone."
"You guys have a problem with underestimating my power," I said to him, a small smirk on my face, "you'll understand when they get here and you're locked up."
"Slowly dying just isn't enough for you, is it?" Joe took the phone in his hand and slid it accross the floor away from us, before he smiled at me and spoke again. "I'll admit, even though Miley was just joking before, I wouldn't mind having some fun with that little Selena. She looks like that body of hers is amazing."
"Don't ever fucking talk about her like that," I spat at him, my eyes narrowing to a glare. "I swear if you even lay a finger on her, you'll regret it."
"That's some big talk coming from the guy who only has about an hour left before he dies from blood loss. I'm curious as to why I should be threatened."
"You're underestimating me again; you all have a problem with-" I cut myself short when I saw my cell phone screen lighting up from accross the room with a call. I knew the picture even from far away, because all that was needed was the smile to recognize her. Her huge, sweet, smile that always made you smile back. Joe caught what I was looking at and I tried to take my attention away from it so he wouldn't do anything, but he stood up and grabbed it. When he showed me who was calling on the phone, a smirk was on his face.
"Wow, beautiful woman there, Nick. Must be a co-worker of yours I'm guessing. Hm, Lovato," he said, reading the name of the caller, "sounds like one hell of a woman. Should we answer it?"
"Don't do that," he put a frown on his face,
"Aw, why not? I think it'd be fun, don't you agree?" Before I could interject, he slid it to answer and made me speak into the speaker.
"Hello?"
"Nick," Demi shouted into the phone, "Oh, thank God you answered. Are you okay then, is Selena good?"
"Don't worry, baby," Joe spoke to her, "Selena's fine. Your boyfriend here isn't looking too good though." There was silence on the other end until she finally spoke again.
"W-who is this?"
"My name is Joe, dear, and I'm just sitting here with your little friend Nick right now. You should've seen the look on his face when your picture came up. He's a lucky man to have a relationship with such a beautiful girl like you. I'm just a little worried that he won't make it in time to see you again."
"Listen, Joe, you do not want to see my bad side. When I get there and find you, you're going to wish that you never messed with me. You chose the wrong family to deal with, because when you mess with my family, a become the worst btich you'll ever meet."
"Any last words you want to say to her, Nick?" Joe looked at me, the look on his face not very pleasant. I thought carefully about what to say, knowing 'last words' could be a good way to put it. After the time it took to get here, I couldn't be sure I'd make it. What I said now had to be what I would want to say if it's the last words I could.
"Thank you, Demetria, for always being there and helping me with the crazy situations I get myself into," I said to her, taking a deep breath for what I was to say next, "I-i love you." There was a silence on her line, before I heard her voice.
"Don't speak like this is the end, it's not. But...I love you too, Nicholas. Goodbye." I heard the click on the other end and knew she had hung up.
"Goodbye, Dem."
Chapter Nine
Tapping repetitively against the concrete was the only thing on my mind. The constant noise from each step of those boots belonging to Joe, as he paced around the room I was in. I wasn't sure why he remained with me, considering he had my phone-and the fact I was still losing blood every second-I wasn't really a threat. What was going on with Selena and where were Miley and Cherrie? The noise finally stopped and I pushed my eyes to open, causing them to flutter slowly. I saw Joe standing in the middle of the room, moitonless, pausing as if he was listening to something.
"Fuck," I heard him mumble underneath his breath. "Miley!" After a minute or two, I finally saw Miley appear in the room next to Joe, flustered as to why she was being called. "Can you hear that, babe?"
"I don't hear anything," she said to him confused, but then a look of shock came over her face. "What are we going to do?" I was still unsure of what it was they were hearing, but then I thought about it. My miracle.
"We're not doing anything. You're going to get Cherrie and leave, got it? I'll take care of the problems."
"Joey, I don't wanna lose you," Miley spoke to him, sadness in her voice. As crazy as it was, I actually felt sympathy for her. No matter what you could endure from her type of life, nothing hurt more than losing love. "Why don't all three of us leave and forget about them?"
"I'm doing this to protect you, okay? If you two leave and are long gone, then they can focus on me. That way you can get away safe and I know nothing will happen to you. Listen to what I say, please." Though I'm not really sure if it was just my mind making it up, I swore I saw Miley shed a tear. The thought that went through my mind at that time, I wasn't sure why it did, but I did it anyways. Remember when I said I was the stupidest man on Earth; that was the truth.
"Before they focus on finding you three," my voice was faint, but I knew they heard me, "they'll try to safe Selena and me. Either that, or if you're unarmed, they won't shoot." They both looked at me and thought over what I said, before making their next decision.
"I still say we split up, but we'll all leave. You come with me and then Cherrie can go on her own. That way if they find one of us, they don't find us all." Miley nodded her head and they both went out of the room. I sat in silence until I heard the sound of Joe's footsteps nearing me once again. When I looked up, I saw Selena walking next to Joe, before he forcefully pushed her down next to me. He started to walk away from us again, but he stopped when I voice came through the room.
"Freeze!" As soon as the voice entered my mind, my head shot up to the person who it came from. Joe turned around fast and pulled out his own gun, due to the fact she had one too. "Drop it, now!" A saw a small smirk form on Joe's lips as he recognized the woman before him. He looked to me and the look on my face let him know he was right.
"Why, hello Demetria," he said to her, the tone in his voice discusting me. She was shocked as to how he knew her name, but she then discovered who he was.
"You must be Joe, the one I spoke to earlier. When you hurt somebody a girl loves, you wish you didn't. Don't make me hurt you. Drop the gun." He took a step closer to her and she flinched a little, making his smirk increase. Panic set over me, because I knew he knew what I did. Demi has never used a gun before in her life. She stepped back as he walked closer, afraid of him and what could happen. Panic pulsed through my body and I knew I had to do something. I had barely any energy left, but there had to be just enough to do something, anything. Though it was hard, I pushed myself to my feet and staggered forward a little.
"Dont get any closer to her," I managed to say. My head felt dizzy and I wasnt' sure if I'd be able to walk forward, but this was Demi. When it came to Demi, I'd do anything for her. Joe turned to me, looking even more amused.
"Now the barely alive boyfriend is gonna try to defend the inexperienced girlfriend, huh?" he said with a laugh and I looked towards Demi, trying to talk with my eyes. She was inexperienced, but everybody can learn in a moment like this. I watched her inch closer to him as he faced me, not worrying about Demi. Once she was close enough, she kicked behind his knees, throwing him off balanced and managed to knock the gun out of his hand, sliding it accross the room.
"Inexperienced, huh?" She spoke to him with a smile as he was on his knees. He shook his head as in disbelief, but when I saw his face, he had a smile. I tried to take a step closer, but he was faster and within a matter of seconds, he took Demi's gun from her and was holding it against her head.
"You should've found yourself a better girlfriend, Nick. Maybe you could've found one who could actually get you out of danger.
"Please," I said to Joe, "don't hurt her. What if it was Miley in that situation, just one pull of a trigger away from death. If she were to die, you're whole life would have no purpose. I'm already losing my life, don't take away hers to do it. Honestly, I thought I would be dead by now, definately not in the next five minutes. Leave with Miley and let her go. You two need to get away from all of this, because it's not the type of life for a family." He looked at me confused, not sure why I said that. "Did you not see it in Miley? You've been blessed."
"It's true, Joe," Miley's voice came from a doorway in the room, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I'm pregnant." Joe dropped Demi and the gun, going towards Miley. As Demi fell to her knees, she was no longer able to hold back her tears. I moved to Demi instantly, bending down to her and taking her into my arms. Just holding her made me feel like life was possible.
"Demi, how far is everyone else?"
"You know how it is," she said between sobs, "it takes time to get everything together and such. They're still a half hour behind. I came here on my own because I knew you didn't have much time. I had to get to you before anything happened." I pulled her tighter to me, wanting this to be my last moment if it had to be.
"You still have time to get away," I told Joe and Miley, "We'll pretend you were already gone. They'll assume you're hours ahead of them, when really you're not. Give that child the best life you can, because it deserves it."
"She," Miley said with a smile, "she deserves it." I smiled myself as I looked at Demi; love could heal everything.
"Fuck," I heard him mumble underneath his breath. "Miley!" After a minute or two, I finally saw Miley appear in the room next to Joe, flustered as to why she was being called. "Can you hear that, babe?"
"I don't hear anything," she said to him confused, but then a look of shock came over her face. "What are we going to do?" I was still unsure of what it was they were hearing, but then I thought about it. My miracle.
"We're not doing anything. You're going to get Cherrie and leave, got it? I'll take care of the problems."
"Joey, I don't wanna lose you," Miley spoke to him, sadness in her voice. As crazy as it was, I actually felt sympathy for her. No matter what you could endure from her type of life, nothing hurt more than losing love. "Why don't all three of us leave and forget about them?"
"I'm doing this to protect you, okay? If you two leave and are long gone, then they can focus on me. That way you can get away safe and I know nothing will happen to you. Listen to what I say, please." Though I'm not really sure if it was just my mind making it up, I swore I saw Miley shed a tear. The thought that went through my mind at that time, I wasn't sure why it did, but I did it anyways. Remember when I said I was the stupidest man on Earth; that was the truth.
"Before they focus on finding you three," my voice was faint, but I knew they heard me, "they'll try to safe Selena and me. Either that, or if you're unarmed, they won't shoot." They both looked at me and thought over what I said, before making their next decision.
"I still say we split up, but we'll all leave. You come with me and then Cherrie can go on her own. That way if they find one of us, they don't find us all." Miley nodded her head and they both went out of the room. I sat in silence until I heard the sound of Joe's footsteps nearing me once again. When I looked up, I saw Selena walking next to Joe, before he forcefully pushed her down next to me. He started to walk away from us again, but he stopped when I voice came through the room.
"Freeze!" As soon as the voice entered my mind, my head shot up to the person who it came from. Joe turned around fast and pulled out his own gun, due to the fact she had one too. "Drop it, now!" A saw a small smirk form on Joe's lips as he recognized the woman before him. He looked to me and the look on my face let him know he was right.
"Why, hello Demetria," he said to her, the tone in his voice discusting me. She was shocked as to how he knew her name, but she then discovered who he was.
"You must be Joe, the one I spoke to earlier. When you hurt somebody a girl loves, you wish you didn't. Don't make me hurt you. Drop the gun." He took a step closer to her and she flinched a little, making his smirk increase. Panic set over me, because I knew he knew what I did. Demi has never used a gun before in her life. She stepped back as he walked closer, afraid of him and what could happen. Panic pulsed through my body and I knew I had to do something. I had barely any energy left, but there had to be just enough to do something, anything. Though it was hard, I pushed myself to my feet and staggered forward a little.
"Dont get any closer to her," I managed to say. My head felt dizzy and I wasnt' sure if I'd be able to walk forward, but this was Demi. When it came to Demi, I'd do anything for her. Joe turned to me, looking even more amused.
"Now the barely alive boyfriend is gonna try to defend the inexperienced girlfriend, huh?" he said with a laugh and I looked towards Demi, trying to talk with my eyes. She was inexperienced, but everybody can learn in a moment like this. I watched her inch closer to him as he faced me, not worrying about Demi. Once she was close enough, she kicked behind his knees, throwing him off balanced and managed to knock the gun out of his hand, sliding it accross the room.
"Inexperienced, huh?" She spoke to him with a smile as he was on his knees. He shook his head as in disbelief, but when I saw his face, he had a smile. I tried to take a step closer, but he was faster and within a matter of seconds, he took Demi's gun from her and was holding it against her head.
"You should've found yourself a better girlfriend, Nick. Maybe you could've found one who could actually get you out of danger.
"Please," I said to Joe, "don't hurt her. What if it was Miley in that situation, just one pull of a trigger away from death. If she were to die, you're whole life would have no purpose. I'm already losing my life, don't take away hers to do it. Honestly, I thought I would be dead by now, definately not in the next five minutes. Leave with Miley and let her go. You two need to get away from all of this, because it's not the type of life for a family." He looked at me confused, not sure why I said that. "Did you not see it in Miley? You've been blessed."
"It's true, Joe," Miley's voice came from a doorway in the room, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I'm pregnant." Joe dropped Demi and the gun, going towards Miley. As Demi fell to her knees, she was no longer able to hold back her tears. I moved to Demi instantly, bending down to her and taking her into my arms. Just holding her made me feel like life was possible.
"Demi, how far is everyone else?"
"You know how it is," she said between sobs, "it takes time to get everything together and such. They're still a half hour behind. I came here on my own because I knew you didn't have much time. I had to get to you before anything happened." I pulled her tighter to me, wanting this to be my last moment if it had to be.
"You still have time to get away," I told Joe and Miley, "We'll pretend you were already gone. They'll assume you're hours ahead of them, when really you're not. Give that child the best life you can, because it deserves it."
"She," Miley said with a smile, "she deserves it." I smiled myself as I looked at Demi; love could heal everything.
Chapter Ten
After a few minutes, Miley, Joe, and Cherrie had all left from the building. I was still trying to calm Demi down, which was slowly working. Her tears had stopped and I wiped them from her cheeks with my thumb. Selena, looking as weak as I've ever seen her, stood up and made her way to us, clearing her throat to speak. "We've got to go now," she spoke quietly, "you're in no condition to wait for help, Nick." Demi looked at me, nodding her head.
"She's right," Demi said, "if we don't leave now it will be too late." Selena reached her hand out, helping me stand up, while I grabbed Demi's hand and pulled her with me. Even though I thought Selena looked weak, I realized her weak was nothing compared to mine, when I found her walking feet in front of me with every step. It was like my body couldn't handle trying to work and fight against passing out. Demi looked behind her to me, once they finally were oustide, noticing how far back I was. She came to me instantly, taking my hand into hers and letting me lean my weight onto her. Having her close to me was the best part of it all, knowing what could possibly be the last minutes of your life, spent with the one you truely love, with all your heart.
I'm not sure what you can call what Demi and I have, but whatever it is, it's mutual. Deep down, we both have unspeakable love for eachother, but I love her too much to be with her. If we were to try and be together, it could ruin everything. Jobs can't have you dating other workers and I wouldn't want our private life on display at work. Just being able to see her and be around her as much as possible, that was enough. There have been many times where I get lost in those dark, brown, beautiful orbs of Demetria's and I all I want to do is lean in and touch her soft lips with mine, but I think about how much I love her; she wouldn't want me to do something so passionate in front of the people she spends all her time with, so I don't.
Demi set me against her car to lean against, while she opened the back door for me. I felt her fingers touch against mine as she tried to grab onto my hand so she could help me into the car, and the touch of her fingers against my skin made me want to wrap my arms around her and never let her go. She gently set me onto the back seat, unzipping her light blue jacket and rolling it into a ball as a pillow for my head. I couldn't help but smile at how she was taking care of me so carefully in this moment, though I hardly had the strength to. Selena slowly took a seat in the passanger, while Demi got into the driver's seat, starting up the car so we could get out of her. As I heard the roar of the car starting and the wheels against the gravel as it moved, I let my eyes shut, wanting to just rest.
"Hey, baby, no, no, no." I heard Demi voice say, "Don't you dare shut those golden brown eyes of yours, Nick." Pushing myself to open my eyes, they finally fluttered enough to look into the rearview mirror, where Demi was looking too; staring back at me. Though she had to look at the road in front of us, I continued my gaze towards the mirror, needing something to look at to keep them open and that was Demi. She would glance into the mirror every few minutes, checking on me and sending a small smile. Ten minutes had passed driving eighty down the gravel road we were on and I found myself no longer having the strength to keep my eyes open. "Nick, keep them open."
"I'm sorry, babe," I spoke to her, "I just can't."
"Then keep talking, do anything to stay conscious and alive, okay?" Talking, in my last minutes, I could do that.
"Mhh, Demetria, do you remember your first day at the bureau? I couldn't take my eyes off of you and you thought I was some perv, remember? God, you were so beautiful that day. You just took my breath away was all; I didn't think it was possible for somebody to be so gorgeous. My only explaination was that you weren't human; you had to be a goddess."
"Nick, I'm not that-"
"Sh, don't say that. You are the most beautiful woman who's ever came into my life. Last year, for your twenty-fourth birthday, remember how I gave you that scented candle?"
"It was apple pie, which is my favorite."
"That wasn't what I originally got you. In fact, I never got rid of your real gift, I still have it at my apartment hidden. My mind told me to get something from the heart, so I went and bought you this amazing diamond heart necklace. I saw it at the jewlery store and instantly thought of you. On my way to your party that night, I kept thinking how you'd hate me for getting you such an expensive present. I mean, people would question it and find out just how much I loved you. So, I ran into Target and bought you the candle, making sure it was at least your favorite type of pie."
"You really bought me a diamond necklace?"
"It's still in the box, too. I've just never had the courage to actually give it to you, in fear of what you'd do."
"I would've loved it, Nick; would have worn it everyday."
"Maybe one day you will. I've dreamed of wrapping my arms around you from behind, holding your hands-which had one finger with a magnificent ring on it-in mine. Swaying to the sound of soft music in the background, just taking in each other's love. It's no surprise to me that right now, out of all the things I can think about in a possible final time, I'm thinking about you."
"I'm not that special."
"To me you are; that and so much more. I only have two regrets in my life, both of which I'd love to make up before I die. The first, never proclaiming my love for you out loud, to everyone."
"You have plenty of time to work on those regrets, Nick. You are not dying today, okay? You're not."
"My second is never kissing you. It's the simplest thing, kissing. I've been able to kiss other girls without it meaning anything, but when it comes to you, I can't. Just a quick peck isn't possible, because kissing shows love, passion for another. The amount of passion I have for you can't be concealed in just one kiss."
"Nick, talk about something different."
"Everyday I walk into the office and see you, the first thing on my mind is, 'look, there's the most important person in my life; the girl I love and will always love until I die'.
"Nick..." I could tell by the sound of her voice that tears were now welling in her eyes, because she knew why I was telling this to her.
"No, that's impossible, I'm gonna love you after I die too. I'll never stop loving you, Demetria. Please," I no longer heard the sound of the car hitting the gravel and I could hear Demi sobbing as she tried fumbling with something. "never, ever, stop loving me back."
She opened her car door and then flung open the back door that was closest to my head. I felt her fingertips against my cheeks and in my hair, and her tears hit against my skin. How long I've waited for this moment in the four years that Demi and I have known eachother. She carressed my cheek, moving so her long, soft, jet black hair fell onto my face, so she could bring her lips to mine. The moment I finally felt her soft lips brush against mine, I felt my own tears on my cheeks. I was crazy about that girl; I'll always be crazy about that girl. I knew then I could finally stop fighting against my body and so I did; I let myself go unconscious, even though I knew once I did, it meant giving myself up to death.
Darkness completely took over my body and I no longer felt that warming touch of her lips locking with mine.
"She's right," Demi said, "if we don't leave now it will be too late." Selena reached her hand out, helping me stand up, while I grabbed Demi's hand and pulled her with me. Even though I thought Selena looked weak, I realized her weak was nothing compared to mine, when I found her walking feet in front of me with every step. It was like my body couldn't handle trying to work and fight against passing out. Demi looked behind her to me, once they finally were oustide, noticing how far back I was. She came to me instantly, taking my hand into hers and letting me lean my weight onto her. Having her close to me was the best part of it all, knowing what could possibly be the last minutes of your life, spent with the one you truely love, with all your heart.
I'm not sure what you can call what Demi and I have, but whatever it is, it's mutual. Deep down, we both have unspeakable love for eachother, but I love her too much to be with her. If we were to try and be together, it could ruin everything. Jobs can't have you dating other workers and I wouldn't want our private life on display at work. Just being able to see her and be around her as much as possible, that was enough. There have been many times where I get lost in those dark, brown, beautiful orbs of Demetria's and I all I want to do is lean in and touch her soft lips with mine, but I think about how much I love her; she wouldn't want me to do something so passionate in front of the people she spends all her time with, so I don't.
Demi set me against her car to lean against, while she opened the back door for me. I felt her fingers touch against mine as she tried to grab onto my hand so she could help me into the car, and the touch of her fingers against my skin made me want to wrap my arms around her and never let her go. She gently set me onto the back seat, unzipping her light blue jacket and rolling it into a ball as a pillow for my head. I couldn't help but smile at how she was taking care of me so carefully in this moment, though I hardly had the strength to. Selena slowly took a seat in the passanger, while Demi got into the driver's seat, starting up the car so we could get out of her. As I heard the roar of the car starting and the wheels against the gravel as it moved, I let my eyes shut, wanting to just rest.
"Hey, baby, no, no, no." I heard Demi voice say, "Don't you dare shut those golden brown eyes of yours, Nick." Pushing myself to open my eyes, they finally fluttered enough to look into the rearview mirror, where Demi was looking too; staring back at me. Though she had to look at the road in front of us, I continued my gaze towards the mirror, needing something to look at to keep them open and that was Demi. She would glance into the mirror every few minutes, checking on me and sending a small smile. Ten minutes had passed driving eighty down the gravel road we were on and I found myself no longer having the strength to keep my eyes open. "Nick, keep them open."
"I'm sorry, babe," I spoke to her, "I just can't."
"Then keep talking, do anything to stay conscious and alive, okay?" Talking, in my last minutes, I could do that.
"Mhh, Demetria, do you remember your first day at the bureau? I couldn't take my eyes off of you and you thought I was some perv, remember? God, you were so beautiful that day. You just took my breath away was all; I didn't think it was possible for somebody to be so gorgeous. My only explaination was that you weren't human; you had to be a goddess."
"Nick, I'm not that-"
"Sh, don't say that. You are the most beautiful woman who's ever came into my life. Last year, for your twenty-fourth birthday, remember how I gave you that scented candle?"
"It was apple pie, which is my favorite."
"That wasn't what I originally got you. In fact, I never got rid of your real gift, I still have it at my apartment hidden. My mind told me to get something from the heart, so I went and bought you this amazing diamond heart necklace. I saw it at the jewlery store and instantly thought of you. On my way to your party that night, I kept thinking how you'd hate me for getting you such an expensive present. I mean, people would question it and find out just how much I loved you. So, I ran into Target and bought you the candle, making sure it was at least your favorite type of pie."
"You really bought me a diamond necklace?"
"It's still in the box, too. I've just never had the courage to actually give it to you, in fear of what you'd do."
"I would've loved it, Nick; would have worn it everyday."
"Maybe one day you will. I've dreamed of wrapping my arms around you from behind, holding your hands-which had one finger with a magnificent ring on it-in mine. Swaying to the sound of soft music in the background, just taking in each other's love. It's no surprise to me that right now, out of all the things I can think about in a possible final time, I'm thinking about you."
"I'm not that special."
"To me you are; that and so much more. I only have two regrets in my life, both of which I'd love to make up before I die. The first, never proclaiming my love for you out loud, to everyone."
"You have plenty of time to work on those regrets, Nick. You are not dying today, okay? You're not."
"My second is never kissing you. It's the simplest thing, kissing. I've been able to kiss other girls without it meaning anything, but when it comes to you, I can't. Just a quick peck isn't possible, because kissing shows love, passion for another. The amount of passion I have for you can't be concealed in just one kiss."
"Nick, talk about something different."
"Everyday I walk into the office and see you, the first thing on my mind is, 'look, there's the most important person in my life; the girl I love and will always love until I die'.
"Nick..." I could tell by the sound of her voice that tears were now welling in her eyes, because she knew why I was telling this to her.
"No, that's impossible, I'm gonna love you after I die too. I'll never stop loving you, Demetria. Please," I no longer heard the sound of the car hitting the gravel and I could hear Demi sobbing as she tried fumbling with something. "never, ever, stop loving me back."
She opened her car door and then flung open the back door that was closest to my head. I felt her fingertips against my cheeks and in my hair, and her tears hit against my skin. How long I've waited for this moment in the four years that Demi and I have known eachother. She carressed my cheek, moving so her long, soft, jet black hair fell onto my face, so she could bring her lips to mine. The moment I finally felt her soft lips brush against mine, I felt my own tears on my cheeks. I was crazy about that girl; I'll always be crazy about that girl. I knew then I could finally stop fighting against my body and so I did; I let myself go unconscious, even though I knew once I did, it meant giving myself up to death.
Darkness completely took over my body and I no longer felt that warming touch of her lips locking with mine.
Chapter Eleven
My body felt completely numb from head to toe, all I could see was darnkess, and the faint sound of beeping could be heard. At first, I thought it wasn't real. I was dead, I had to be. My thought was that what I was experiencing had to be what it was like to go to Heaven, though that didn't make much sense after some more thought. With curiousity getting the better of me, I used my little strength-which was more than before-to push my eyes open. Glancing around the room I was in, relief and happiness poured over me. I was in a hospital room.
I reached beside me to the small table and grabbed the remote that controlled the movement of the bed, making it so I was leaning slightly up. Getting comfortable, I then removed my hospital gown from over my shoulders and down to my waist. With my abs now totally exposed, I look to wear my now bandaged wound was, examining it. Talking by the door caught my attention instead of where I had been shot, and I looked up towards that area, curious as to who it was.
"I just talked to the doctor and they said Agent Gomez should be released by tomorrow." As soon as I heard that voice, a smile formed on my lips instantly. What I thought were my final words to that beautiful woman were needed to be said, and though I now had to see her until I did die, I was happy that I told her everything. After all I've been through in the past years, I couldn't take it anymore. My love was too much to be kept in. "I'm checking on Agent Jonas right now, Sir. They told me he got out of surgery about four hours ago and is in recovery now, but probably won't be out for a couple of days." I watched her step into the room, her long hair flowing with every step she took in those mid-calf, brown, leather boots she was wearing. She completed the outfit with her dark blue skinnies and a red babydoll shirt that flowed out perfectly against her curves.
"Hello, beautiful," I softly spoke, surprising, since she figured I was still sleeping.
"Actually, I guess he's up already. I'll report back to you soon, Sir." With that, she hung up the phone and took a seat next to the bed in one of the padded wooden chairs. "Hey, you're up."
"At the perfect time, just so I could see you walk in looking just as gorgeous as I pictured you would." She smiled slightly at what I said, gripping her iPhone in her hands-which were placed in her lap-and looked down at it as she fumbled around with it. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and reached out to grab one of her hands, only for it to be pulled back. "Demetria, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, Nick, it's just that-what happened-we. Nick, we can't do this. I know what you just went through and all, and what you said, I had know idea. But, you know what has to happen."
"I don't want it to, not after that."
"I'm sorry, Nick, I can't do it." she stood up, obviously done talking to me, and started towards the door.
"Demi, stop."
"No, I-i'll see you at work when you finally come back sometime next week." She wasn't doing this now.
"Demetria," I shouted at her, making her stop walking instantly, "walk those boots of yours back over and sit with me, please." She contemplated what to do for a few seconds, before turning around and walking back over to me. If I couldn't have her, I at least wanted to be around her. "Demi," my voice was much softer now and she looked up at me with a smile, "promise me you'll never forget about me, even if you get married to some other guy." She shook her head slightly, a smile and blush on her face.
"Nick, I couldn't forget about you even if I tried. It's just better in the end with the way things are. You understand that, right?"
"I understand it fully, Demi." I grabbed her hand and this time she let me hold it, placing it on the bed next to me. "It won't be easy for me, though."
"Love is never an easy thing, Nicholas." I thought about things in my head, before I finally spoke again a few minutes later.
"If you keep that promise, then I'll keep one. I promise that if you move on, so will I. No matter how hard it'll be for me to find someone and try to love them, even though I know I can't love them as much as you, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you, including moving on from you. If that's what you want."
"If the time ever comes, I'll hold you to that then." Though that promise was made, if it actually happened, it would be the toughest thing in my life. You can't move on from a girl like Demi; now something like that was just impossible.
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"It's harder to love someone you can't have, than have someone you can't love" -Nicholas Jonas
I reached beside me to the small table and grabbed the remote that controlled the movement of the bed, making it so I was leaning slightly up. Getting comfortable, I then removed my hospital gown from over my shoulders and down to my waist. With my abs now totally exposed, I look to wear my now bandaged wound was, examining it. Talking by the door caught my attention instead of where I had been shot, and I looked up towards that area, curious as to who it was.
"I just talked to the doctor and they said Agent Gomez should be released by tomorrow." As soon as I heard that voice, a smile formed on my lips instantly. What I thought were my final words to that beautiful woman were needed to be said, and though I now had to see her until I did die, I was happy that I told her everything. After all I've been through in the past years, I couldn't take it anymore. My love was too much to be kept in. "I'm checking on Agent Jonas right now, Sir. They told me he got out of surgery about four hours ago and is in recovery now, but probably won't be out for a couple of days." I watched her step into the room, her long hair flowing with every step she took in those mid-calf, brown, leather boots she was wearing. She completed the outfit with her dark blue skinnies and a red babydoll shirt that flowed out perfectly against her curves.
"Hello, beautiful," I softly spoke, surprising, since she figured I was still sleeping.
"Actually, I guess he's up already. I'll report back to you soon, Sir." With that, she hung up the phone and took a seat next to the bed in one of the padded wooden chairs. "Hey, you're up."
"At the perfect time, just so I could see you walk in looking just as gorgeous as I pictured you would." She smiled slightly at what I said, gripping her iPhone in her hands-which were placed in her lap-and looked down at it as she fumbled around with it. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and reached out to grab one of her hands, only for it to be pulled back. "Demetria, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, Nick, it's just that-what happened-we. Nick, we can't do this. I know what you just went through and all, and what you said, I had know idea. But, you know what has to happen."
"I don't want it to, not after that."
"I'm sorry, Nick, I can't do it." she stood up, obviously done talking to me, and started towards the door.
"Demi, stop."
"No, I-i'll see you at work when you finally come back sometime next week." She wasn't doing this now.
"Demetria," I shouted at her, making her stop walking instantly, "walk those boots of yours back over and sit with me, please." She contemplated what to do for a few seconds, before turning around and walking back over to me. If I couldn't have her, I at least wanted to be around her. "Demi," my voice was much softer now and she looked up at me with a smile, "promise me you'll never forget about me, even if you get married to some other guy." She shook her head slightly, a smile and blush on her face.
"Nick, I couldn't forget about you even if I tried. It's just better in the end with the way things are. You understand that, right?"
"I understand it fully, Demi." I grabbed her hand and this time she let me hold it, placing it on the bed next to me. "It won't be easy for me, though."
"Love is never an easy thing, Nicholas." I thought about things in my head, before I finally spoke again a few minutes later.
"If you keep that promise, then I'll keep one. I promise that if you move on, so will I. No matter how hard it'll be for me to find someone and try to love them, even though I know I can't love them as much as you, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you, including moving on from you. If that's what you want."
"If the time ever comes, I'll hold you to that then." Though that promise was made, if it actually happened, it would be the toughest thing in my life. You can't move on from a girl like Demi; now something like that was just impossible.
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"It's harder to love someone you can't have, than have someone you can't love" -Nicholas Jonas