Dared To Do It

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Four months and two weeks Elizabeth had been shoved into her torment of her old school.

The months missing consisted of waiting around for Mateo to get a lead on Ron, whatever he could dig up with the time she had given him.

Elizabeth gave Mateo till the end of the school year to dig up anything he could find "bad" with Ron. She expected the work to take place for a long while but she never knew exactly how long so she gave Mateo a year; seeing that fit enough.

Around every three weeks Elizabeth would check in with Mateo, seeing the progress and the last time they check up he had gained quite a lot.

The only peice of information Mateo got was that Ron hung around more of a bad crowd. The type of crowd that worked with drug deals and illegal fights in the back of bars for extra bucks.

That never was enough for Elizabeth though, she wanted something that would really sell his fate.

She wasn't quite sure what she was hoping to find but she knew the man she loved wasn't the man she thought he was, she never knew the extent of how right she was.

She was over him; fully. There was no sadness, only anger that linged in the depths of her emotions.

Yes, at times in the middle of the night she found herself staring at her bruises with a longing feeling; grief for herself and her heart.

She was always sad or angry. She never felt happy again, and that was what she longed. She wanted to feel what she felt when she was with Ron; happy.

Sometimes she even thought short about if she ever even really loved Ron, but rather the hope he gave her.

The hope she could be loved.

With the new distraction of walking down the stairs to the old teachers lounge Elizabeth broke from her morbid thoughts.

She was meeting with Mateo again, hoping he had more things he found out. They still hadn't discussed what Mateo wanted as payment but she just hoped it was money as she had no issue with that.

The most she could offer him was three hundred dollars; the full of her birthday money over a decade.

She was willing to sacrifice everything and anything to meet her goal, even if that meant to give up the last thing she even owned for herself.

Turning the corner she saw the beat down blue coach and on top of her Mateo sat with a flask in his left hand.

"Good weather?" He asked her, taking a sip of the light brown liquid.

It was a wensday but that didn't stop him from getting drunk. Mateo didn't care about anything but getting high, drunk and his dignity. He had also lost everything else so he saw no point in anything he did.

"Mateo please just tell me you have something?" Elizabeth breathed out in stress, her whole body feeling weak and jittery with the lack of food she had been eating.

She hadn't slept in three days also.

Mateo tilted his chin to the side, sighing deeply before rummaging around in his back pocket.

After he had gripped a few papers he tossed them on the table to the side, giving a "there" motion with his arms out wide to the stack.

"Everything you want is that. Knock yourself out" He numbed as he tilted his head to the ceiling and drowned his throat with bourbon.

Curious and confused Elizabeth took the stack of papers, as thick as a stack of half used sticky notes.

The top paper was a printed picture, crinkled but she could tell what or who is was.