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All Alone

Dario

I’ve been in this bed for a week and I’ve about had it. Spade left to finalize the title transfer on the house so it will officially be in his name. As much as all the new information coming to light is exciting, I’m not getting any closer to the truth of what happened to Jade.

Everything is becoming more and more difficult to find. Almost as if the deeper I dig, the closer I get, but the man on the other side wipes it away, creating a new narrative that wasn’t there to begin with. It’s literally making me lose my mind.

Between Marsela’s murder, her family coming after me thinking I’m the one who did it, and everything else, I just can’t take it any fucking more.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I wince at the pain that laces my ribs. Holding my breath, I stand, grabbing the skull head of the cane I had the Doc order. I grit my teeth, wanting to scream from the pain.

They really did a number on me. Damn it. I know they won’t stop until I’m dead. I knew that the moment I got the call, she was murdered. I tried to run, which isn’t in my nature,but for once, I wanted to be saved. I didn't want to leave Spade alone but he seems happy hanging with Ryder. He doesn’t necessarily need me.

None of them do. We still haven’t heard anything on Jameson, but hoping we get something today since Ryker has to go up there for a test. We asked if he could find out what was going on. So yet again, we fucking wait.

Slowly walking to the elevator, I hit the button and the doors swing open. Stepping in, I press the button for the top floor. Spade refuses to go into her room; he's so afraid but I am not. I need to smell her. Need to feel her, but most of all there’s something in there that I need.

Reaching my destination, I step out of the elevator and slowly walk, leaning on the cane to help relieve the pain. Standing in front of her bedroom door, I lean my forehead against the wood as I turn the knob, slowly opening it.

Immediately I’m smacked in the face with her scent and I take a deep breath, wincing again because fuck my fucking life, these ribs are killing me today.

The shiny metal sitting on her dresser shines through the light creeping in through her dusty curtains. Stepping closer, I pick up her pistol, feeling the weight of it in my hand before checking to see if it’s loaded.

I sigh, knowing no one is here and I’m all alone with my thoughts. There’s nothing I can do anymore. This life is shit without her. No matter what we do, someone always gets hurt, so why not just make everyone’s life easier?

Lifting my arm, I place the barrel of the gun to my temple. Taking a deep breath, I put my finger on the trigger and close my eyes.

I love you, Jade. See you soon, Kitten.

Bang.