Milk and Cream: Sequel to Coffee and Aspirin

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Here I am... I'm not dead...

I'm sorry! I actually don't have an excuse for my really long absence so here you go! An I'm sorry! gift.

It's been no more than a day since the (un?)fortunate meeting with Harry and Jamie still hasn't done anything about it. Yes, he's going to go after Milo, and get back his beloved but he hasn't got a clue how he would go about it.

He thought he was going to just barge in whatever facility Henry's being held captive in with guns a blazing but that would be unethical and not smart. If Jamie was going to do this, get his beloved baby boy back, he had to act smart.

So, he came to the conclusion to tell the police about Harry's map and what he told Jamie, but Jamie had pity on the man and chose to not tell the police of his name; leaving the map and information anonymous.

As of now, Jamie and the police were just exiting their respective cars and outside the very possible warehouse where Henry was kept. If he wasn't here, then he had to - he had to - be at one other location that could have been the possible hide-out.

Just as Jamie took a step forward, intent on finding his husband, a hand shot out in front of him, "I suggest you stay here, Mr. Klinks. It's best that we find him and not lose another man." The officer, Officer Desul explained. Jamie shook his head and ignored her, saying, "My husband could be in there, and I'm not leaving without him."

Without further to do, Jamie passed the officer and followed the other officers inside.

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Cold...

Too cold... daddy...

... Jamie... it's cold.

Someone... anyone...

Henry was still. He laid on the freezing concrete floor, arms aching from being held up for so long, and legs spread wide. Henry, no matter what happened, just kept thanking whatever being that lived in the heavens that he wasn't taken advantage of.

But to be honest... Henry had a suspicion that something - whether good or bad - was going to happen today. He didn't know what but he prayed that he was being rescued - or, on lighter and more likely terms - going to be given food and water.

It's cold...

Opening his mouth open, only a small amount, he tried talking. "Urgggff..." Gurgled words were as good as you were going to get.

Henry, no longer blindfolded, could see the half-drunken water that sat on the tool bench in front of him. Pleasssee...

Gasp!

Henry strained his ears to listen, and listened well. W-Was that yelling? There was a faint sound of people in the house, yelling and loud thumping - someone was running down the steps!

No... this can't be...

There, in the dimmest light possible in the small basement, stood Jamie. Henry, unable to produce words due to his dehydration, gurgled happy, surprised sounds.

Jamie rushed over to him and began pulling at the chains on his wrists. When a key ring was thrown at him, Henry noticed two police officers down there as well, one looking around the area, and the other, the one that threw the keys, were hurrying over to them.

"We're gonna get you out of here, baby." Jamie tried the first key, and cursed when it didn't unlock the chains. The second one undid them with a click.

Tears fell from Henry's eyes as Jamie undid the ones on his ankles, then, once he was free, Henry tackled Jamie in a hug, the both of them smiling and crying softly.

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Warning: Suicide
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They were done.

All I've ever wanted to be done, to be said, was out. I could leave. I know he won't like it, but it must be like this.

I can't fall for it again. I must not.

Silent tears dropped from my red cheeks, I know. I know he will hate me; he has every reason to.

For this, I must go.

I stepped on the chair. I breathed in. The noose was tied.

I hurt him. I deserve it. I deserve this. I'm the reason for this. I must. I have to. I must.

For this, I must go.

One...

Two...

Three...

I love you...

Goodbye.