Baby Girls

I've never been more proud.

Well, the Patriots won. I was glad, but now I'm sitting on the couch. Everyone knows I'm acting weird, and they all insisted on sleeping over.

I pull on my bulletproof undershirt; which to this person will look like a simple t-shirt.

I add a white long sleeve shirt, a tan jacket, jeans, and my combat boots.

I grab my keys and phone and wallet.

I do the only thing I can think of.

I phone vibrates.

Unknown: you can leave a note. I'm not that much of a bitch. At least let them know you're going to die tonight

Me: okay

Bitch, I'm not dying tonight.

I open a notebook from the junk drawer and stat writing a long letter.

Dear everyone,

It's Emma, obviously. Look, I know you guys thought I was acting weird today and you were right.

The truth it, some bitch has cameras in the house. She's recording everything. She told me to write a letter.

A death letter.

So yeah, I'm going to meet her somewhere. I'm not saying where because one of you will come after me and she'll kill you.

I love you guys. Please don't be mad. I didn't have a choice.

-Emma

P.S. CALL HELEN

I leave the note on the counter and leave.

It's fucking freezing outside.

I walk, just for good measure.

I'm there first.

I shove my hands in my pocket, shivering.

I stare at a tree with icicles all over the top of it, shivering. A twig snaps behind me.

"You could've been considerate enough to show up on time. It's cold." I say, turning around. My eyes narrow immediately.

It's that bitch from the store! What was her name again? Jasmine.

"What do you want?" I huff.

"I want your husband."

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BRADLEY'S POV

I wake up at 1:02 and reach for my Emma, but she's not there.

I panic, because she was acting weird and now she's not in bed.

Throwing the covers off of me, I search the house.

She's not here.

As I walk out of the kitchen, I see a note on the counter. I flip on the light and read it slowly. My breathing hallows, and I punch the walls.

"Wake up! Everyone up! Right now!"

I hear multiple groans, but everyone wakes up. I read the note aloud, and then I do exactly what Emma said, and I dial Helen.

"Hello?" she grumbles.

"Helen, it's Bradley. Listen to this." I read her the letter to, and I hear a short bout of silence.

"I'm on it." The line goes dead.

EMMA'S POV

"My husband." I repeat. "I knew you were shady from the moment I saw you." I hiss.

"Let me tell you how this is going to work."

I nod with an attitude, clearly telling her she isn't getting what she wants.

"Either you go home, tell him you want a divorce, or I go over there, and I kill everyone." She says.

I grit my teeth. "What about my note?" I ask.

She sighs. "Fuck. I'm just going to kill you then, and then I'm going to comfort him while he mourns you."

"Okay princess. Kill me then."

BRADLEY'S POV

We're all at the station, giving statements. Emma's old team is working hard on the case.

They too out all of the cameras.

"Her phone." I blurt. "Hack her phone. I think the person contacted her."

The lady at the computer starts typing away.

"The person must have gotten to them first." She sighs.

"Bradley, I need to know...have you met anyone, or Emma, that seemed sketchy?"

I sigh ludly, shaking my head. "No, not-wait! Yes! There was this girl, she let me borrow her phone. She knew both of our names and neither one of us told her them."

"What was her name?"

"Jasmine, I think. I don't know her last name."

EMMA'S POV

She pulls out a gun.

"You said no weapons, bitch."

"What can I say? I'm a rule breaker?"

She wastes no time shooting me in the leg.

I gasp.

I've never been fully shot. I've been skimmed.

It hurts like a bitch.

I struggle to stand.

She gets my other leg too, and goes all the way down.

As I fall, I grab the front of her shirt and yank her down with me. I punch her multiple times in the face and grab the gun from her hand. I can already feel myself losing consciousness.

I shoot in her chest and fall unconscious before I even get the chance to see her fall to her death.

BRADLEY'S POV

"Is it her?"

"Yes!" I gasp. "That's her!"

The woman starts typing away again.

"Jesus Christ, you guys have a lot of s-"

"Yeah, yeah, where's my wife?" I demand.

She searches her phone records. "She told her to meet her in the forest behind her work at one in the morning..."

I grab my keys and the team runs off. I go flying over there. I run out of my car. The team follows, and all of us stop.

I can see two figures in the snow, two blondes.

One is bleeding significantly more than the other.

All of us move closer.

Emma is the one bleeding more. Helen checks the pulse of Jasmine and shakes her head.

"She's dead." She says. I feel Emma's.

"She's alive, but just barely."

Helen starts talking frantically into her radio. I pull off my shirt and rip it to shreds. The gun is in Emma's hand, which means she killed Jasmine.

I've never been prouder.