UNCONDITIONALLY YOURS

Envelope // 53

In the end, Parker and I decided we would wait until the morning to open the envelope. I was exhausted, Parker must have been too. The police station wouldn't have been open until morning anyway, so it was overall best to wait until we were awake. It also gave me more time to prepare, and it gave Parker more time to comfort me. 

As we lay down in bed, he wrapped he arm around me and I shuffled back so I was closer to him. I had missed even the simple things with Parker. Just not being close to him for so long pained me.

"Still scared?" He murmured sleepily.

"Yes." I sighed. "I'll be scared no matter what. But thank you because if you weren't here, I don't think I could bear to open that envelope at all." I continued.

"Most welcome." He whispered, before kissing my head and exhaling as he relaxed to go to sleep. I lay awake for a while. Just thinking. But it wasn't too long before I also grew tired and drifted off to sleep.

*****

"Ready?" Parker said whilst sounding annoying calm. I tried not to look pissed off, but I wasn't the best and emotion hiding. "What?" He argued defensively.

"Nothing!" I grunted. He gave me a funny look, before giving me a peck on the cheek and proceeding to open the envelope. I scrunched my eyes closed as he spread pictures and documents across the table.

"Holy sh*t." Parker sighed. Even he thought it was bad, how could I bear to look? I was scared to find out even more about how pretty much my entire life was a lie. "It's okay gorgeous, just open your eyes and read them. I'm here." I slowly opened my eyes and was astonished as I began to read.

"Merda." I sighed without thinking. Parker looked at me blankly.

"Did you just cuss in Italian?" He asked gingerly. It had just come out... Italian was never my first language but every now and then it popped up.

"Oh, yeah whoops." I apologised and I continued to read and observe, unable to take things in.

"Don't say sorry." He bluntly stated. I laughed at him and he winked sarcastically.

"Right, I'll bear that in mind." I muttered in a low tone as I heard him laughing beside me.

"So..." He began carefully and snaked and arm around my waist. "At least it's enough to bring her down. We can know we are safe again." He explained. He was always such an optimist. He called himself a realist, but when it came to making me feel better, he was definitely optimistic.

"That's one good thing, I guess." I groaned unenthusiastically.

The envelope contained all we would need to get my stepmother out of my life once and for all. But it was more than that to me. 

She was never a role model to me, nor a motherly figure. We didn't get on, and our personalities clashed horrifically. But knowing that a woman living under the same roof as we had been plotting my death for a long time was a sickening feeling. 

After the car and with the knife as well, we strongly suspected she wanted to kill me. It still hurt to admit, no matter who it was it would be that way. Being a target in a situation like that was terrifying.

The envelope contained photo evidence of multiple things. Text conversations, phone calls, my stepmother meeting people, and more. All of them were to sketchy people, plotting my death.

 She plotted how not to get caught, she talked about troubles. She said over the message to someone that Parker had been in the way countless times and she might have to kill him too. That stabbed like a knife. 

I didn't want Parker in danger because of me. There were bank transactions, there was a payment to a hitman... I assumed the one with the knife. 

But there were photos of her plotting things in my house, well my old house. That just felt wrong. Even though it was no longer a home, I had grown up there. I lived there with my mother once. Knowing that under the same roof, she was plotting my death... it felt wrong.

"Talk to me." Parker said noticing me in thought and taking my hand into his.

"I don't know Parker." I moaned. "It just hurts. I never liked the woman, but someone wants me dead. That's insane. I don't like it. I know we kind of knew it before and seeing the hard evidence doesn't make it any less real, but in my mind, it kind of does. Seeing it like this is weird."

"I know." He turned my head with his finger, so I was facing him. "I understand." I smiled faintly.

"But I'm really glad we can go to the police now." I said trying to give myself a reason to think positively. Parker always seemed to do that, so I thought I'd give it a go as well.

"I'm glad too. I don't like having to constantly worry about your safety." He crossed his arms in a serious manner, but I giggled.

"You don't have to at the moment either if you don't want to." I reasoned.

"Unfortunately, I have no choice." He said sadly.

"Unfortunately?" I emphasised.

"Joking!" He said quickly. "We are going to the police station now, so get dressed." I groaned, because I hadn't long woken up and felt more like being lazy for a while.

"Do I have to?" I replied.

"By all means, walk to a police station in public wearing underwear and my t-shirt, I was just making a recommendation." I glared at him darkly, yet again.

"You know that's not what I meant." I said bluntly.

"I know. But yes, we are going to the police now, the sooner the better."

"Fine." I got up and made my way to the bedroom to get changed.

We made our way to the police station. People were still giving us strange looks but we were getting used to it. Especially girl, they were giving me hard stares that said to back of from Parker or something. 

I wondered how anyone could ever come to be so desperate, especially over someone they had never met. We walked through the doors, and up to the reception. There wasn't a queue this time, luckily. Parker spoke for me.

"Excuse me." The same receptionist as before looked up from her desk. "We would like to report a crime."

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- Rae <3