Wishing For One Day

The Aftermath-Chapter Two (Erin's POV)

I couldn't believe this.

We should have seen it coming. How did we not see it coming?

"Voight knows." Jay came up to me in the locker room after work. I had just removed my vest and packed up for the day. We were about to head out.

"I know." I replied sadly.

"For the record, I said we should come clean a month ago and I'm going to go talk to him right now." He was about to walk away but I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Jay." I spoke softly. I was about to break his heart and I wasn't even sure what I was doing as I was doing it. "I wish it was that easy. But you know it's different for me." I said, looking into his eyes. All I could see was sadness. He knew where this was going. He knew what I was doing.

He reached out his hand and placed it on my shoulder. We didn't know what to say so we said nothing at all. The silence was unbearable but I would have rather had that than lose my relationship with him just because our boss found out. He stared at the ground for a long time. During those few minutes, I didn't take my eyes off of him.

His eyes were adorable. I would miss staring into them late at night when I was laying next to hiim. His hair was so soft. I loved tangling my fingers in it while we kissed passionately. And his arms were so strong. I felt safe when I was wrapped in his arms. It was one of the very few places that I felt safe. I felt safe with Voight but this was different. Voight was like my father. Jay? I don't know what he was exactly. But there was no place I would have rather been than wrapped in his strong, protective arms.

Finally, after what felt like eternity but couldn't have been long enough if it was, he looked back into my eyes. He placed his right hand around my face. I grabbed his wrist and held it there because I didn't want him to move. I wanted that moment to live forever.

"So... we'll cool it. But we'll always have each other's back. No matter what." He said, not taking his eyes off of me. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Always." I responded. This week couldn't have gotten any worse. Voight spent the past few days making comments that didn't downright say, "I'm fully aware that you and Jay are deliberately lying to me, going behind my back and sleeping together", but they were pretty close.

Halstead moved his hand from my face to my shoulder. "And I guess that's good enough for now." He replied with a sad look on his face. He took one last quick look into my eyes before walking out the door and into the lobby.

I don't know who was still there and I don't think he cared. Jay put his head in his hands and slid his back down the wall, falling to the floor.

It was a sight you never want to see. I had just broken things off with him because my "father" doesn't approve of us being together and now he is devastated. I'm devastated. I felt like crying. I'm pretty sure he was crying. This week couldn't have gotten any worse.

But yet it did.

... ... ...

Where do you go when you are celebrating? What about drowning your sorrows? The answer to both questions is Molly's.

Luckily, Jay didn't have the same idea. I don't know what I would have done if I had ran into him there.

I walked in the door and immediately saw Gabby Dawson, Antonio's sister, working the counter. I ran over to her and sat down.

"Anything. Give me anything. I need something, like, right now." I said, desperate for something to get my mind off of what had just gone down wiith my partner. Gabby laughed and gave me a small glass, which I finished off in about two seconds.