I stood there alone, I hadn't moved or started the car since Piper and Katerina left. I couldn't understand why Rebbecca would do this, I needed answers and I needed them now.
I drove to the police station and asked to see Rebbecca, when the man took me to her cell he informed me that in an hour they would be taking her away.
I stood in front of here and all the things I thought could say slipped from my mind. All I wanted to tell her was that she was a fucking asshole, Carolyn did nothing wrong.
"You're judging me.." She said looking up at me with her blue eyes.
"No, I'm just trying to understand why you would do such a horri-" she interrupted me.
"She deserved to die. And I'm glad she's dead." She said, her face full of anger. Dead?
"Carolyn isn't dead.." I said I slammed my fist on to the table that was in between me and her.
"The officer told me I'm facing 30 years because I killed that bitch. Why would I lie?" She said folding her arms and staring down.
"No, Piper would have called to tell me sh-"
"Stupid boy! Piper isn't going to call because she's too busy mourning the death of her lesbian friend!"
"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Don't ever talk about her like that! You hear me!?" I could feel the pulse of my heart beat in my head. She wasn't dead. I felt her life still present. She would make it.
"Vic, leave I don't need you here" she said getting up. "Guard! Officer! Someone? Get me the hell away from this freak." She said banging the rails, an officer came and let her out, I made my way out when I heard Rebbecca exclaim "the love of your life is dead. And it's your fault Victor! She's dead because you made me pull the trigger!"
I ran out of the station and into my car, I sped off towards the hospital.
Rebbeccas words hung in the air around me. 'The love of your life is dead'. I loved Carolyn, but why did I keep denying it? She was perfect, beautiful and smart. Rebbecca didn't even measure up to half of her. Carolyn had respect for herself and I hated that, I hated how sex wasn't as important to her as me. I hated how I had to go to Rebbecca to get what I wanted. I pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and ran inside, it was 3am and there weren't many people.
"M'am I need to know about a patient that was admitted here a bit earlier, she was shot." I told the lady who was in the computer.
"Name?"
"Carolyn Guerrero"
"Mhmm..." She searched." The patient transferred out of the hospital."
"What? where to?" I said, I needed to know. I needed to see that she was in fact still alive.
"That's confidential, although I can tell you that she was very critical when she left, the doctor didnt have much hope."
I ran out of the hospital, I ran to my car and drove and drove, the darkness seemed to welcome me into its never ending bitterness.
