Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

Droplets

"Don!!!!" I shook him by his shoulders, but his head hit the table like a mechanical robot left with no human life.

Tears sprang my eyes, and my chest thumped against my body like a drum. My mom held his hands, checking his pulse in a rush.

I pulled out my phone, dropping it on the floor as I  hurriedly picked it up, calling an ambulance.

"Emergency! My husband...he is...he is not breathing..."

"Miss! Can you please calm down and provide the address?"

My lips were quivery, my heart squeezing in as i blurted out,

"It's the...it's the PHX Bistro!!" I shouted, my voice shaking before getting buried.

"Okay Miss, please try CPR, right now. Do you know how to do it?"

"I do!"

"Okay Miss. We will arrive asap. Please stay safe."

I couldn't feel my hands. I couldn't feel my legs. They were numb and cold.

My mom's eyes ran through his face, his sharp features and eyes - all lifeless.

I came forward, fighting back tears as I did mouth to mouth CRP, giving my everything in the moment to wake him up.

He has to be alive.

My mind and body were clasped together, chanting only one prayer.

He has to be alive.
He has to be alive.
He has to be alive.

Tears drained down my cheeks as I kept doing CPR, my hands desperately holding onto his arms, running down his chest.

"Don! Wake up, please! Don! Please say something!" My mom's salient cries came from behind in a crossfire.

Minutes passed as my eyes flickered back at Don's face in a ray of hope, but all I received in return were dull eyes and relaxed muscles, to the point that it didn't move...at all.

It all came crashing down.

I knelt on the floor, my tears begging the floor for mercy. A million thoughts ran through my head, all our memories pouring down like heavy rain seeping the street, running down the drain.

"She will never agree to be my waitress."

Something roiled inside my stomach like a hurricane in different waves of realisation.

This man was Donnors himself.

And he wanted me to go against everything I have ever done to save other people's life throughout my career as a top division police officer.

I masked my face, slapping and punching it like it was a punching bag. My mom came running, holding my shoulders, but i was drifting far away, far, far away.

"Also, Donnor, you don't have to pretend like you care."

I sensed him turn around, his eyes piercing my back.

"Because you don't. You are going to get that weapon in a heartbeat, and will try to get that before me. We are not in this together. We never were."

There was a pause from his end before he spoke up.

"You are right about that, Callie."

He walked closer, towering behind me. I was able to sense his vanilla and lemon soap toss in the air, making my heart squeeze into a ball.

"I am behind the weapon, so are you. But maybe.." He leaned in my ears, sending goosebumps down my bare back as he said,

"The rest of it could still be real, Callie."

I dug my face beneath my knees, tears flickering my face into a ghost. I kept sobbing, shouting and screaming, hoping it was all a nightmare, hoping I would wake up.

But it wasn't. I couldn't wake up.

Minutes passed in a funeral silence, and the Bistro felt like a graveyard.

"It was all real...Don..." I whispered in a cracked voice, my insides choking up,

"Please...." I held his hands, the coldness chilling down my spine,

"Please wake up..."

My voice felt far away from me, like altogether a different person speaking up.

It wasn't me.

My arms, legs and palms were all shaky, my heart pacing up and down in agony against my chest.

I couldn't believe this. He has to be alive.

I stood up, storming my feet against the floor. I was fuming, and I could feel my cheeks burning red.

Ambulance sirens rang in the distance, alerting my senses. A bunch of men rushed in including officers.

"Miss, is the...?" The officer adjusted his glasses, his eyes darting towards Don.

It was clear as the sky what he meant.

And it took me all of the world's courage to stand there, to process the question, to let it sink like claws scraping my skin.

The worst part was that I couldn't do anything about it.

I had lost him.

I opened my mouth to answer, tears pooling my already drowned face in bits and pieces. There is so much I wanted to do. So much I wanted to question.

But there was nothing I could do. I couldn't fight against the wave of sorrow engulfing my skin, eating me alive.

"Officer...he is not breathing, the wife tried CPR..." My mom took a stance, approaching the officer with her shaken voice. She was pale, but she was trying anything in her power to handle the situation, to keep me protected.

The problem was it wasn't only a situation. It was my....

I wiped the tears off my face, my heart circling in a whirlpool.

I loved him.

I stepped back, bursting into a sob as my mom chatted with the officers. I stormed out of the cafe, no idea where i was heading, but I kept walking.

The streets were blocked off. Officers purged the area, talking on phone and jotting down notes.

I didn't know what came over me, but I kept walking as officers held my hands, their voices filling my head like a distant noise in the background.

I was furious. I wanted to know what happened. I wanted the truth. I was so absorbed in my own thoughts, everything infront of me felt like a blur.

Did it matter?

Before I could understand what was happening, what my body was signalling, I found myself standing still - facing a wide array of river stretching across the vast land of earth. The scent of the water drew me in as I stared at the calming waves.

Peace crippled in, a strange sense of solitude. All the other emotions drifted away into the clouds.

I only had one thought in mind.

And droplets no longer held my face.

I raised my arms in air, holding in a breath as I screamed, jumping straight into the river in a rippling scream echoing underwater.

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This was chapter 89! Chapter 90 coming super soon! Appreciate you for checking it out and do let me know if you liked the chapter through a vote :)

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