You're Worth It |C. Crawford

Chapter 5

Morgan's POV

I wake up again, realizing that I am alone.

I get up and take a stroll around the apartment, realizing it is completely empty.

I walk into the kitchen to grab some coffee and notice a note on my regular coffee mug.

Morgan,

Pat, Lex and I went to practice and to run some errands and didn't want to wake you. Don't do anything stupid. We should be back by like 3pm, Chicago time. See ya then!

—Jon

Perfect. I can finally make my escape. My final escape.

I grab my mug from the Keuring and drink the coffee.

1pm. Practice should be over by now.

I walk into my room to get ready for the final time.

I brush my teeth and hair then walk into my room to grab some clothes out of my duffel bag.

I take out what used to be my brother's Chicago Cubs shirt and a pair of sweatpants from H&M.

I pull on my black on black Vans and plug my headphones into my phone and toss that into my pocket. I shrug on a maroon zip up as well.

I put my music on shuffle and blast it.

I take the note I had written a while ago on the counter, next to the note Jon left for me.

I changed parts of it, to thank Jon and Pat for letting me stay with them for my final few days.

I leave my keys on the counter and leave.

I begin walking in the direction of the Bataan-Corregidor Memorial Bridge, which is more or less empty during this time of day.

Once I arrive, I begin walking up the path to my death.

Or so I thought.

I realized that someone had been following me.

I turn my head really nonchalantly to see a familiar face a few feet behind me. A face that I couldn't put a name to even if I tried.

I shake the thought of knowing them off, it's not like it would matter in a few minutes anyway. I'd be plunging to my death in the Chicago River anyway.

I get to where I deem an ideal place and take out my phone.

I send everyone I care about a final 'goodbye' text message and take a picture of the river from where I am. I send it to Jon, Lex and Pat.

I shed my zip-up and put my phone and wallet into the pocket of it, leaving some sort of identification.

I place a foot on the railing, beginning my climb over when I am stopped by a voice yelling something that I couldn't quite understand as they were out of earshot.

I shrug it off and continue my climb.

I feel arms wrap around me and pull me back over.

I try to fight them off but they are way too strong for me to be able to.

I burst out into tears, unsure why, and drop to my knees once back on the bridge.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, come here." This man whispers in my ear, following me down and pulls me into a hug, allowing me to cry into his shoulder.

Once I calm down, I look up at him. This is Jonathan and Patrick's teammate. This is Corey Crawford.

Of all people, why did it have to be him?