"No, no, no." I screamed as I woke up abruptly from my nap.
I couldn't believe that I just killed her. It was for her protection. I knew that if I had left, they would come after her and it would be a slow and agonizing process that I couldn't stand to know she would go through and it would be all because of me. I couldn't handle that. Instead, she had a quick & pleasurable death. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it?
I walked into the bathroom to rinse my face and let the cold water stream down. Looking into the mirror, I saw nothing but a cold dead heart.
I had to get out of this place. This safe haven that I had built for myself. This comfort place with all the memories of a woman that I had killed in then name of love and protection. There was no mistaking that I had to get out of Lithuania.
As I turned around to exit the bathroom, I heard a thud. Carefully walking over to the bed, I reached under the pillow & felt the coldness of the blade. I dropped it thinking about what it had made me do not too long ago.
Another thud. Picking up the knife again, I grabbed it and tucked it into the sleeve of my white Henley.
As I was walking towards the bedroom door, it dawned on me that the knife was spotless. No blood on it or anything. Maybe I had cleaned it and forgot. Maybe I ha...
*thud*
My thoughts were interrupted by the breaking of glass.
I calmly and cautiously exited the bedroom and walked into the living room. I leaned my body a little towards the kitchen and could see a figure crouched over trying to clean up the broken glass.
"Who are you & what are you doing in my house?" I said with authority.
"Are you going to keep playing around and asking dumb questions or are you going to help me Papi?"
My face full of curiosity at the familiarity of the voice. A male voice.
"Sucre?"
The figure turned towards the living room.
"Papi, we thought you were dead." Sucre said with astonishment.
Who's we? I asked bewildered.
Sucre's gaze kept darting between something behind me. I turned around to see Lincoln, Sarah and a little boy. My son.
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Chapter 2 Part 2
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"Dad?"
That was all I heard from the dirty blonde headed 5 year old who shared no resemblance with me. It didn't matter because I knew he was mine. I was the only person that Sarah had been with at the time. She was too in love with me to give anyone else a chance.
"Dad?"
I snapped back to reality.
A quick hello was all I could muster out. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Well it's good to see you too Michael." Sara said with a hint of disappointment.
I glanced around the one bedroom flat that Dylan and I once shared. It zoomed past the shabby rust colored couch and landed on the picture of Dylan & I.
Dylan. The girl who meant everything to me.
"Is she the reason you left us?"
I thought to myself about how that question made no sense. As if I knew Dylan during the duration of my time with Sara.
I turned my head to look at Sara. "What's his name?" I said a bit deadpan. I was speaking as if he wasn't right there. Something didn't feel right.
Are you going to answer me? Sara hissed.
Jakob, that's his name." Lincoln spat out obviously very annoyed by the tension. "Is that any way to welcome us? It took some hard work too."
"There's a fucking reason why it was so hard to find me. Always putting yourselves in harm's way & having me clean up the messes. Just stay away from me." I yelled with frustration.
Even quicker than the words left my mouth did the intense guilt I started to feel smack me in the face. I didn't mean to sound like an ass but they were putting themselves in harms way by constantly searching for me. Although I knew that it would happen, I didn't think it would be this fast.
Sara grabbed Jakob and engulfed him in her arms. Defeat was written all over her face.
"I'm going to get a beer." Lincoln wallowed away with a bit of understanding and sadness in his voice.
Sucre walked over to comfort Sara as tears began to stain her cheeks.
"I'm sorry but you guys have to go." I said with resentment as I held my head in my hands feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Sucre getting ready to say something was disrupted by loud pounding on the doors.
I'm sure my face projected confusion & curiosity at that exact moment and why wouldn't it? I resided in the middle of nowhere, Lithuania. What would anyone want with me?
Lincoln seeing the look on my face yelled with authority requesting to know who it was.
"Police. Open up."
Without hesitation, I walked over to the door to open it. Why shouldn't I? I wasn't guilty of anything. There was no need for me to be scared.
As I turned the doorknob, the police busted in through the doors. One of them grabbed me and dropped me to the floor.
I wanted to ask what was going on but everyone in the room was already asking for me.
I felt a metal bar to the back of my legs. I cried out for them to stop. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Linc & Sucre being handcuffed for fighting back for me. Sara sat there crying & trying let Jakob know that everything was going to be okay.
"What am I being arrested for? I did nothing wrong."
"For the attempted murder of Dylan Alfaro."
"Attempted?" was all I could muster out before everything went black.
