Victoria Greyson is your typical 28 year old. She's a hard worker, loves to party, and is very loving in general. She believes in the good, and often sheds light on the people who need to realize all the good. What happens when she gets drugged at a...
I'm dying. At least I wish I was and I want to just drop dead soon. Spencer said 3 days and her chance of surviving or waking up is already down to 7%... it's been almost a month and a half. And now I have to go back to work. Where I can't sit by Skylar's side and listen to her favorite music. Or read her favorite book to her.
Or even pouring my heart out to her, constantly apologizing and letting her know how much I love her. I felt the need to be by her side when she woke up. But what if she wakes up to no one there, she thinks that no one cares enough. I haven't seen Lyla here once, which makes me wonder where she went.
Hotch was taking me to see the bastards who did this. He thought that it was time, I don't fucking know why it took a month and a half, but I wasn't going to complain. I needed to these bitches' face.
"Don't act out, alright? It was a shock to all of us, we all had to hold ourselves backs and so do you." Hotch said seriously, making nerves bubble in my chest. Is it really that bad? Bad enough where they had to wait to tell me and now he's telling me to hold back?
He opened the door, and my head turned to the 2 people in 2 separate cells. I'm committing murder. "You have the fucking nerve to do that to your best friend! She never did anything to you!" I lunged towards her, reaching to grab the bitch behind this. "Derek, Derek!" Hotch kept his hand pressed against my chest.
"She took for granted what she had! I was gonna make sure she didn't have any of it!" Lyla sneered. I looked into the other cell, her husband stood there, stone-faced. "So you're her little bitch now? Doing whatever she says?" He glared at me, "Her and I till the end, for better or for worse. That's what I promised."
Fucking vile.
"You two make me sick." Her best fucking friend did this, caused her all this pain. "I hope you two die in here and burn in hell." I went to step closer, Hotch adding more pressure to my chest, holding me back. "We have a plane to catch, Derek. We need to go." I looked back at the bastards, huffing in frustration.
"Yeah, I'm going. I'm going." I fixed my shirt slightly, storming out of the visitor's room.
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These past few days have been dreadful. I miss Skylar, I haven't seen her since Friday and it's now Tuesday. 4 days is far too long. I sat at the window of the jet, more secluded. I took out my phone and head phones, listening to the few videos of Skylar that I had, needing to hear her voice.
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