Ever since classes have started at Dalia's college, at a university in D.C., she's had a crush in her Criminal Justice professor, Emily Prentiss. Find out what happens when Dalia is asked to stay after class when she's caught sleeping in Emily's cla...
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"Let her go, Ed," Aarons deep voice vibrates through the room. The sight of Aaron brings tears to my eyes.
"Drop the gun," Dave says after him.
"Stay back. Stay back or I'll shoot her," Ed shouts, using me as a shield. He struggles trying to keep me up with just one arm.
Knowing that they're not going to get a shot unless I'm out of the way, I let my legs go limp.
As Ed struggles to keep my body up, I can feel myself sliding out of his grip. I make eye contact with Aaron and I can tell he's catching on to my idea. I give him a small nod and let myself go completely limp, falling to the floor.
A gunshot rings throughout the room as I hear Ed's body drop next to me. I turn my head to the right and see Ed with a single gunshot to the head, staring at me.
My eyes shoot open, tears streaming down the sides of my face and my lungs burning for air. My eyes dart around the dimly lit room, the familiarity finally registering in my brain, my heart still racing. I wipe the tears off my face and take a shaky deep breath. Breathe, Dalia, everything is fine. You are safe. Everything is fine, it was just a dream and you are safe.
I look at my phone to check the time. 8:23am. Seven minutes before my alarm. Cool.
Sitting up, I comb my finger through my bed head. I fling my blanket off of my legs and walk across the hall to pee, wash my hands, and brush my teeth. Looking in the mirror, my eyes are puffy and my dark circles are darker than usual. Today is going to be a good day.
I head into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and scramble two eggs for breakfast. Hearing footsteps going into the living room, as I press the button to brew the coffee. I don't even turn around before asking, "Do you want some scrambled eggs?"
"Yeah, sure, that sounds great," the deep voice says.
Not expecting that, I turn around to see Spencer walking into the kitchen and grab two mugs, pouring coffee into each. "Oh, I didn't know you were still here. Do you think JJ'll want some?"
"Yeah, I think she would," he says, grabbing the mugs and heading back to JJ's room.
I crack four more eggs into the bowl, adding salt, pepper, and some cheese, using a fork to scramble them. Dumping them into the skillet, I use a rubber spatula to cook them until there's no more moisture left in the pan.
I grab three plates out of the cabinet and divide the eggs equally. Taking two of the plates with forks, I take them to JJ's room.
With my hands being full and her door being cracked, I say, "Knock knock, room service," and push the door open with my foot. Spencer stands taking the plates from me and handing one to JJ. They both say their thank you's, and shut the door behind me.
