Dance For Me

Kill Him

*Cassidy POV*

"Gang boss, Corbyn Besson was shot dead on the street of Sunset Boulevard this afternoon in plain sight. Police are on the hunt for their own, Tomas Johnson, the police superintendent, who shot Besson in cold blood. The video we're about to show you, some viewers may find disturbing."

I've been rewatching the news I set to record, for days now. The first week, I couldn't get past the woman saying 'gang boss' without crying, but now, almost a month after, I've been watching it religiously when I'm finally alone.

Devonie practically moved herself and Violet in because she was scared to leave me alone, after what happened with Daniel, even when I begged her to leave, to finally get her getaway with Jonah, but she refuses to leave.

I sit on the edge of the black sofa, watching the television with all of my attention. I'm already dressed in my long black dress that just about hits the floor if I'm in tall heels. My hands are laced together over my over growing belly. I'm just over five months now, the doctor offered to tell me the gender at my latest appointment, but I refused, Corbyn always talked about wanting the gender to be a surprise.

As I watch the clip, of the odd video that someone took of Corbyn and Jonah walking down the street, I pause it when they zoom in on Corbyn.

The video, being extremely blurry to begin with, being zoomed in makes it so much worse. The footage is from at least fifty feet away, and looks like it's taken from the second story of a building.

I'm hardly able to make out Corbyn's facial features, but this is who I believe they're trying to say is Corbyn.

I don't believe that it's him.

I don't know if it's just my mind trying to convince myself that he's still alive or if I'm probably more crazy than I seem.

The man in the video, is dressed in an identical suit as Corbyn was wearing when he left, but he doesn't have the tattoo behind his left ear. The calla lily tattoo that him and I got, a symbol of love for us, if you want to call it that, is missing.

I know, I sound insane, but it's gone. I thought about maybe the video is mirrored, and they're actually walking right instead of left, but it doesn't add up with the buildings behind them, they're definitely walking left.

To add more to my theory, the man in the video is wearing gold chains, and I swear Corbyn was wearing silver when he left.

As a knock comes through the front door, I quickly grab the remote off the seat beside me and I power off the television. My eyes snap to the door, as it slowly gets pushed open, and in walks Dev and Jonah, both dressed in black.

Devonie is in a tight black dress that cuts off at the knees, she's in a pair of black pointed toe heels as she clutches onto a beautiful bouquet of red calla lilies.

Jonah is dressed in a form fitting black suit, with a black button up shirt underneath. In his pocket, sits a silk red pocket square, and he holds a silver urn, that holds Corbyn's ashes.

Today, is Corbyn's funeral. Jonah, Daniel and Zach helped me prepare everything, and get everything set. While Jack was in Hawaii visiting his daughter, he often called to see if he could be of any help, but I wanted him to spend time with Lavender, so I always told him we were fine.

Jonah made it clear from the start, that he wanted Corbyn to be cremated, he was very persistent, and all the other men seemed to agree. I had to go along with it, Corbyn and I never talked about what we wanted to happen if either of us died. Neither of us wanted to think about the other dying.

"Ready to go?" Dev's voice is soft as I finally shift my eyes from the urn.

"Yeah, sorry." I push myself off the low leather couch and I brush down the back of my dress.