A Dash Of Him *COMPLETED*

KIERAN Chapter 31

It's been a couple of weeks since I passed out from a panic attack I had. The nurse said it was probably a trigger of some sort and I knew exactly what that trigger was. Donovan's intense gray eyes swirled with hatred and his voice filled with anger. 'You fucken killed Emilio, you murderer', is all that rings in my head. My heart started to beat faster and my hands began to sweat. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths just like the nurse told me to do. I've never had a panic attack but I feel horrible for what happened. Every day I have a flashback in my head of tired screeching and glass breaking.

I remember my eyes falling at the red Mercedes and the guys face leaning on the steering wheel, blood falling over his face. I could feel a warm tear come down my cheek as guilt cloaked my body. I never meant to kill Emilio. My rage and darkness consumed me. I lost my mother and was mad at myself for being a worthless son. I only caused her headaches when all she wanted was for me to be happy. I let jealousy consume me but that is not an excuse for taking a man's life. It was an accident but it had consequences that is affecting Dash's relationship.

I haven't spoken to Dash since Thanksgiving but I remember the look on his face. He was desperate for an answer from me but I told him to wait. I wanted to tell Duke that it was me who took Emilio's life away. But knowing Dash he's probably holding on by a thread. He's always had a heart of gold and never held secrets. I'm the opposite my heart has turned into stone and I've held secrets but this I'm not going to hold. I'm going to get out and tell Duke the whole story that's if he'll hear me out.

I was laying on the brick of a bed. I was taking a break from the chores I had to do. Vlad said he'll meet me in the laundry room so we could start our folding for the day. I stared at the metal wiring from Vlad's bed and went back to Donovan's dark gray eyes, that fucker was sexy as hell, broad shoulders, tan skin, dark brown hair, and a nice frame for a football player. I had seen the press conference earlier that day. He came out to the press. He was married but why do all that? He was living a double life just like me. I never knew I was bi or maybe even gay. I've had sex with women but something about being with a man is different.

My other question is how does he know Emilio? I took a deep breath when a guard tapped on my cell bars. "Get back to work, Mitchell," I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge of my bed. I glanced at the wall where the picture of my mom was.

"I'm going to make this right, mom. I'm going to fix up my messed up life and make you proud of me," my heart ached at saying those words because it was too late. My mom was gone but I had to make her proud regardless of what I've done in the past. I'm going to make this right, starting with telling Duke I killed his husband. I just hope that doesn't ruin his relationship with Dash. It looks like my brother is happier than before. "Fuck this is going to be difficult," I whispered as I got out of my cell and walked towards the laundry room.

The hallway going towards the laundry was eerily quiet. There's usually a guard or two in these hallways but I'm pretty sure they're watching a game or being the lazy asses they are. Then suddenly someone turned me around and slammed me on the wall. He gripped his hand around my neck and squeezed until the air in my throat was barely coming in. "Where's you're little bodyguard or should I say fuck buddy?" I'm trying to remove his grip from my throat but this fucker is strong. Tony always hated me but then, he hates everyone. His green eyes blazed like Hades while his grip went tighter but suddenly I heard a voice coming. He dropped me quickly as I coughed and took in a deep breath. "I'm taking his life away today," he walked away as I sat on the floor catching my breath. What the fuck is he talking about? I really want to leave this fucking prison.