A Saint And A Sinners Kiss

Chapter 23 c

Waking up in his arms was something I will never forget. I snuggle closer to Chase and close my eyes. This is something I never knew I wanted. This is something I need. He stirs in his sleep and pulls me closer to him. I wrap my arms around him enjoying the warmth.

Very carefully I crawl out of the bed and sneak out of the house. I didn't want his parents finding me there. I also need to freshen up and get myself back together again. I walk over to my house, still smiling from the morning. Will my parents question where I was? Probably, but will I give them answers? Absolutely not. I open my front door and walk into the living room.

Everything is quiet. The world stopped turning. I don't know when the cops arrived, but they were here now. My hands were shaking, and I could feel my heartbeat in my head. Screaming to just be ripped out. The paramedics washed the blood off my hands, but I know it will always be there. My dad's blood, my moms blood. Their bodies on the floor not five feet away from me. Covered in their own puddles of blood. I couldn't breath, how could I? Chases voice could be heard outside, but I cant even make out the voices in my head. I stare at my mom. Her blonde hair over her face, sticking to the dried blood on her cheek. Her emerald eyes staring into the vast emptiness. My fathers body lying limp on the carpet. The hole in his chest seemed to only get wider. Their blood stains my clothes, my shoes, my skin.

I sit in the living room while the cops question me. I tell them, I walked in and there they were. Which was the truth. I fell on my knees, hoping to find some life still left in them. The woman, I think she said her name was Jasmine, she walks me outside. I cant feel my feet moving. Its like Im floating. Chase runs over to me and wraps me in his arms. I cant feel it. I cant feel anything. I see Chase's mom talking to his dad. All the neighbors on the street. Do they all know? Do they all know Im the reason my parents are dead? Carol Chases mom comes over to me, and grabs my hands.

"Everything's going to be okay. God is watching over you." She says, leading me back to her house. I stare into nothing as I let her pull me with her. She sits me at the counter and hands me a cup. I cant drink it, every part of me wants to throw up right now. I look at Carol, the pity in her eyes. Thats when I lose it. Everything snaps back into focus. I cry. More than I ever have before.

"I just found my parents dead" I let out through sobs. Carol comes over and lays her hand on my back.

"In the bible Psalm says The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, in times of trouble" She says to me. Now I know where Chase gets it from. I turn around and sink into her. What just happened. How? When? I should have just gone home last night. I hear the door to the house open and three pairs of footsteps walk inside. There stand all the boys. Unsure of what to do. Carol tells them to do something, but I dont really process it. They all disappear though.

Its been days. Maybe five, Im not quite sure. Chase went to school so did Timothy. Carole was asleep, and Im not sure about Jerome. Ive been staying in the guest bedroom at Chases house, because I dont have any immediate family. The members I do have, live all over the country. Ive cried a lot. Chase has held me a lot. Hes probably the only reason I havent jumped off a bridge at this point.

In this time Ive done a lot of thinking. How did they figure out where I lived. Jeremy always used to tell me, not to give them information they didnt need. So I never did. Then it hit me a few days ago. It was Jace. Why else would he have given my phone back? It honestly made so much sense. He just wanted to hurt me again. He knew Tiago would be mad at me, so Jace found a way to get me to address. To confirm this theory I checked my phone. I found the app with the tracker. You would think that a gang member would do a better job at hiding. Apparently he knew I wouldn't think to check it. I didnt have any tears today. My face looked horrible from all my crying. I was stealing Chase's sweat pants and shirts the last few days, and I think its time I get some of my own clothes.

I put my hair up in a bun and walked over to my house. Is it even my house anymore? I take a deep breath before walking inside. The blood was still on the carpet. Their bodies were gone. I feel a stab in my heart seeing all the red. This was my fault and I know it. Anger fills my body. Jace didnt need to do this. How far will he go? Was he hoping to find Chase that night? Or his family? I cant let this go any further. Once again I let Jace play his way into my heart. Once again, it hurt me in unimaginable ways. I walk fast through the living room and into the hall. The whole house smells like death.

I walk into my room and start packing some clothes in a bag. Some makeup, and other hygiene products. Im so angry I throw things at the wall. This didnt need to happen. Im so stupid for putting my whole family in danger. Once I packed my bag I walked into my parents room. I just stood in the doorway for a second remembering everything that was in here. Soon this room would be empty, and a new family moving into it. I walk over to the closet, and reach for the top shelf. Im too short to see but my finger eventually brushes the shoe box. I grab it and pull it down. A gun my dad always kept in here, loaded and ready to go. I put it in my bag under the clothes and exit the house. I go back to Chases house. Doing that took a lot of mental power, and now I think I need a nap.