Assassin For Hire

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

<Victoria Grayson>

Visiting Gavin was haunting. He looked just the same except for the blaring orange jumpsuit reminding me of what he did to save me. He's behind bars with a bunch of convicts when he shot my parents out of love; his intent was never to kill my parents, he just wanted them to leave me alone.

I wish he'd fought harder to get out because the reality was, they would've killed me if Gavin hadn't come in. My mother even had a knife all set for the purpose. I don't understand why Gavin let the justice system walk all over him like that?

He could've easily gotten out of jail if he'd just told them about Talon, and what he heard and saw that night. They would've understood that if he hadn't done anything, I would've died. I mean I guess it wasn't like he was shooting them during a fight but he was doing it for me, so that I'd live. I hate to see him behind bars because of me.

However, I loved that we could still talk like things were a little bit normal and every time he told me he loved me, it felt sincere. It was nice to see him again but then it all ended so quickly and I had to leave. The emptiness I felt after walking away from that window was suffocating. Seriously, it's been 2 days and I still can't breathe properly.

I'm lying in Gavin's bed in his t-shirt, staring at the rock n' roll posters on his walls. He's got some good taste in music. The Stones, Aerosmith, Billy Joel, and the Ramones are just some of the posters on his otherwise beige colored walls. I roll over on his pillow so I can look at the clock.

His pillow still has traces of his cologne on it and it makes me feel closer to him. The whole reason I'm staying in his house is because it's his. He lived here and there are memories of him everywhere. It makes me feel like I might be able to survive these 9 long years without him.

I get out of bed and go to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I took the liberty of filling Gavin's cabinets with food because when I got here he had a box of crackers, a bottle of Vodka and 3 bottles of Tequila. I'm honestly surprised he's in such good shape since all he eats is take-out and all he drinks is hard liquor. Maybe I should be more surprised he's not in rehab.

I find the coffeemaker and the bag of Brazilian coffee. I put water in the pot and then I spoon a couple of tablespoons of the coffee beans into the machine before turning it on. While the coffee brews, I turn on the news and see a story about the NYPD searching for my mom and Talon. There's a new lead because my mom's car was spotted on Route 66 in Albuquerque. Apparently they hadn't fled the country, they'd just fled the state.

I roll my eyes and change the channel to a Law and Order episode. I just want to be done with my mother and my stupid biological father. People need to stop paying attention to them because that's just what they want, they want people to know them and fear them.

They've already achieved their end goal of putting the person I love and the reason they couldn't kill me behind bars so, there's nothing more for them to do. I mean I'm currently suffering worse than if I was just dead. I'm living in constant fear that my parents will somehow get into the city and be able to come kill me. Thankfully, the man I consider my real father has the whole city guarded and on the look-out for Talon and My mother.

The coffeemaker beeps, signaling me that fresh, hot coffee has been brewed. I get a mug from the cabinet and pour the dark liquid into it. Then I grab the cream and sugar, ready to take away the bitter edge from my coffee.

Gavin would probably laugh at me because I'm, as he would put it, 'defiling the beauty of my coffee' by putting all of this in it but straight black coffee makes me want to throw up. I tried it once and couldn't down one swallow.