Page 45 of New Beginnings
He hadn’t said anything, but I think he cared for me a little and if I died, I believed he absolutely wouldn’t recover. To lose two women to horrific circumstances would break anyone.
“I don’t know who you are,” I said.
“You know exactly who I am bitch. You’ve been digging into me and my partner.”
Detective Abrams.
He looked different, almost unrecognizable. His hair was messy, and his eyes were wild, giving him a disheveled and manic appearance.
“Okay, I do know who you are, but my sister has nothing to do with this,” I said continuing to walk towards him and Rumi. “The police are on the way.”
At least I hoped they were on the way. My neighbors were nosey as hell. Mrs. Shelley from down the hall had already askedabout the FBI showing up at my place. With all the commotion, there was no way she hadn’t called the police.
“Stop, right there!” Detective Abrams yelled. “You take another step and I’ll put a bullet in her fucking head.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “Okay. Okay.” I held my hands up higher. “Just let her go and you can take me. She has nothing to do with this. Tell me what you want. I can help you.”
Keep your eyes on me.
He laughed, then narrowed his eyes at me. “You can’t help me with shit. You’re trying to ruin my life. What I want is you dead.”
In his eyes, I witnessed the precise moment he made the fateful decision to squeeze the trigger. To brace myself for what was to come, I tightly shut my eyes. I knew it was going to hurt, I just prayed I survived. However, after a few moments the pain never came and when I opened my eyes, the biker and the detective were wrestling over the gun. As they fought for control, Rumi fell to the floor.
“Run Rumi!”
A muffled gunshot sounded, and a wave of relief washed over me as I watched her scramble from the floor and hurry towards my bedroom, but the biker’s face twisted in pain as blood soaked his shirt. He was still alive and although I was grateful for him, the only thing, I could do was get out of my apartment to draw Detective Abrams away from him and Rumi.
Detective Abrams was still stunned from the flurry of punches the biker had delivered as they wrestled for control of the gun, but he still had it in his hand.
I rushed towards the front door. He’d either chase me or shoot me in the back, but I prayed he’d follow. That would at least keep Rumi safe.
As I reached the entrance, a sudden force yanked me back by my hair. The searing pain enveloped my entire head, causing meto scream as my body crashed onto the unforgiving hardwood floor.
“Let me go!”
I struggled against his hold, ignoring the pain.
“I’m going to kill you bitch!” His grip tightened on my hair, and I hissed. “Then I’m going to fuck your corpse while your sister watches. Then I’m going to do the same to her.”
As he dragged me across the floor from the entrance of my apartment, I clawed at his arms, but his grip on my hair remained tight. I had to do something. I had to hold on until J.D. got here. I knew he was coming. I just felt it.
Suddenly Abrams’ hands let go of my hair and he released a piercing scream. When I hit the floor, I frantically crawled away from him, but my focus was immediately drawn back to the detective who had Rumi by the throat, her desperate gasps filling the air. She clawed at his hands, but he wouldn’t let go. Her movements gradually became slower, and her eyelids drooped. I pushed myself off the floor and rushed towards them and jumped on his back. He let go of Rumi, then hoisted me over his shoulder, slamming me on the floor not too far from my sister.
I groaned. The excruciating pain was unbearable, causing me to clench my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut. My entire body felt like I’d been hit by a damn truck.
I opened my eyes when I felt fingers intertwine with mine. Tears welled in both my sister’s eyes and mine as I looked at her. I didn’t want it to end like this especially for her. She was never supposed to be involved in anything I did.
“Say goodbye bitches,” Detective Abrams sneered, the sound of the gun cocking filtering through the room.
I mouthed I’m sorry and I love you to my sister as the tears in my eyes finally spilled over.
What a fucked up way to go but I at least hoped my sister found peace in the next life and I prayed J.D. found love again.
Then everything went black.
DÉJÀ F*CKING VU
J.D. Stevens
