The Devil's Thirst Trap

Chapter 67

Alex's Pov

Damien and I sat at the back of the ambulance vehicle with shock blankets that covered us. It was quite heavy. I hid my gun in a safe beneath the floorboard of my office as soon as I heard the sirens.

We sat in dead silence for a couple of minutes as the nurse cleaned our wounds and checked if we were in perfect condition. I looked at Damien who was just as much as confused as I was. There were reporters outside the yellow line who were like vultures, always waiting for a hot story and topic to talk about. I hated them. They were annoying, but then again, there are just doing their job to put food on their tables for family dinners.

I sighed.

"What the hell was that?", I muttered under my breath, soft enough for Damien to only hear.

"Where was Zoey when this all happened?", Damien questioned me, which was used in an unusual tone.

"She left work early to attend to some family matters.", I said with a frown on my frown. "Why?"

Damien let out a low chuckle with annoyance and hatred inside it.

"What?", I asked as my fists clenched.

"As soon as I got your text, I asked her what was going on with you. She told me she was there with you and you were perfectly fine.", Damien stated as he ran a hand through his hair.

I kept quiet and gazed at the ground. I didn't want to admit to anything but it could be possible. What do I do? She's the only love of my life.

"The intruder's fighting style was also similar to -"

"Don't.", I stated, cutting off Damien from talking further.

I kept quiet. Not yet. It can't be her. I don't want to face it.

Just then, two police officers went below the yellow tape and walked toward us. Damien and I exchanged looks, knowing exactly what we were going to say.

"Mr. Griffin and Mr. Hunter, I'm sorry for what has happened but we were wondering if you don't mind answering a few questions for us.", the female police officer asked us as her partner went to ask people around, checking to see if there were any witnesses.

"I saw someone entering the building, I called the security guard who works night shifts, but I got no response. So instead, I called Damien, I asked him to come here immediately.", I said, all in one breath.

"Why didn't you call the police instead?", she asked.

I gave off a dry laugh before continuing.

"Because you guys always like to make a scene.", I stated harshly as I gestured to the reporters who were waiting there.

I hated people like her, it was obvious. I watched her before she could get out of the car. She sprayed extra perfume, added lipstick, and looked through the rearview mirror as she ran a hand through her hair and let out a couple of buttons loose.

The police officer got embarassed and stopped questioning us for a while.

I decided to go home and I put on the television, and watching the news. I gave a false report saying it could have been a thief. It's the best I've got. I was on the headline. I switched the television off and had a shower.

I scrubbed my body and soap formed. I washed my hair as I could feel the soap leaving my skin. I chuckled to myself and smiled.

{ "Al! I'm going to brush my teeth.", Zoey exclaimed.

"No! The water is going to be too hot.", I laughed even though I knew that it won't affect the heat of the water in the shower.

Just then, she opened the tap and I yelled in fake pain. Zoey got shocked and opened the shower door immediately. Just then, I pulled her in and she shouted at me because she already had a bath.

"Alex!", Zoey laughed and yelled playfully.

"I love you.", I stated before I could place a light kiss on her forehead.

Zoey smiled softly.

"I love you too, honey.", she stated as she wrapped her tiny arms around my neck and kissed my lips.}

I huffed out as I closed the faucet and wrapped a towel around my waist. When will we be happy again? Changing the time was supposed to mend us back together, but I feel like she's the one who now forgot everything. I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up her picture which was on the top of the cabinet. I kissed her forehead in the picture, which might seem weird to some people, but I couldn't care less.

"What the hell are you up to now, Zoey?", I muttered under my breath.

I got dressed in grey sweats and tried to adjust myself in the bed to fall asleep, but recently, without Zoey around, in my arms, safe and sound. I need to get her back.

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I woke up in shock as I gasped for air. I couldn't breathe. I looked over at the cabinet, there was I glass of water there, and I drank it all quickly.

Just then, I heard someone clapping.

"Well done. Since you drank the water that has poison in it, I guess my work is done.", the intruder added cynically as they walked closer to me.

I blocked my palm over my nose.

"What....what the hell is this smell?", I grunted as I asked.

"Something that would teach you to be more obedient to me, like a lap dog. Just like the way you did to my mother. Did you enjoy the way you killed her? Was it worth it?", the intruder asked as they sat on the edge of the bed, next to me.

"What the hell are you talking about?", I asked as I realized I could barely move. "Zoey? Is that you?", I asked the person.

"My name is not Zoey! It's Jazz!", the person yelled as they sat on top of me and stabbed me with a knife straight for my heart.

I squinted as I woke up to the sunlight hitting on my face. My eyes widened as I quickly looked at my chest to see if there was anything blood. Nothing.

"What the hell...", I muttered under my breath.

I got dressed and asked Mac to drive me instead. I was in no mood for driving. Walking into the building as usual, I got the same stares as always but because of yesterday's problem, I got some whispers too. I rolled my eyes.

I walked into the 59th floor to see everyone was busy and working. I took a glance at Zoey's office to see it was empty.

"What happened to Miss Smith?", I asked my secretary.

"She called me this morning and said-"

"I'm right here with your coffee Mr. Griffin.", Zoey stated, cutting my secretary off from finishing her sentence.

I turned around to see Zoey standing with my coffee in her hand. I looked down at it before looking back at her. She looked different. She wore black, everything was black, even her eyeliner, except her lipstick. It was bold red. I brushed it off my mind and took the coffee from her hand and threw it in the bin.

"You're fired."