Unrealistic Reality

Chapter 18: Unrealistic Reality

I went to sleep with a lump in my throat. Was Jamie right, or was it just coincidence? I trusted Charlie with my life, so I couldn't imagine it was his fault.

It pained me to say, but I would suspect Elliot before Charlie. He was more in the right time, at the right place. It was like he followed me or something.

It was weird. This was all weird, my whole life was weird. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, and I couldn't get a grip.

I don't like to think about this, but what if Jamie is right? What if it is really Charlie? We need to keep our options open, but this is not what it seems like. I know it for sure.

I know it pains Jamie to say that it might be him, but I know he doesn't believe it too. He has a soft heart, he didn't do it.

But then again, how come he was in a gang all this time, and we didn't know about it? Why did he keep it a secret?

I looked at my phone, waiting for a message, anything from Charlie. I didn't like how I left him there, and I didn't hear anything since. I hate this feeling, I don't want him to be mad at me.

I can't stand not having him in my life.

I need him, and he needs me.

I decided I couldn't fall asleep, so I got out of bed, changed in other clothes, and walked out of the door.

The night was beautifully dark, and the stars shined bright. I walked towards the hospital, wanting to surprise Charlie. I knew I wouldn't get in, but I would try anyway. I needed to make things right.

Before it is too late.

I walked into the hospital, desperately trying to avoid the doctors. I walked to the elevator, and waited for the right floor. I silently walked to his room, and opened the door.

He was lying in his bed, sleeping peacefully. His eyes were closed, and his hands laid on his stomach. He looked so cute, lying here. As if there was nothing going on.

I walked up to him, and sat on his bed. I looked at his face, and removed a strand of his hair out of his face. His eyes slightly opened, and he whispered "Chloe"

"Stt, don't talk. I came to apologize. I am sorry I reacted this way."
I whispered back at him, while I laid my head next to him. He put an arm around my waist, and pulled me closer. His hot breath fanned in my neck, and I smiled.

"Me too. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you like that." I heard him smile, and I felt safe in his arms.
My eyes were getting heavy, and I couldn't keep them open. "I love you Charlie." I whispered.

He stoked my cheek before whispering, "I love you too."
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I woke up in the morning, because my phone rang. I got a call from Jamie.

"Sis, you have to get home, I found a new letter!" he yelled through the phone. I forgot about them since Charlie was in the hospital.

"Really? Where did you find them?" I asked him, very curious about it.

"I don't know. I looked in moms closet and then I moved it a little and behind the closet was a lamp, and there was it!" Seriously our dad is a master in hiding stuff.

"I will come as soon as possible. Wait for me to open it!" I yelled and hang up on him.

I walked back to the room, and sat on Charlie's bed. "How are you feeling?" I whispered to him. He looked so fragile, it was weird to see him like this.

"I am fine, I hope I can go home soon. I miss my bed." He joked. His eyes looked at me, and they held a lot of intensity. I knew this meant something, but I couldn't get the message from him. He sighed and looked away to the door.

"You should go before the doctors come." He stated softly. I smiled at him and nodded.

"See you later Charlie." I said cheerfully, and kissed him on the cheek. I almost ran out of the room. I couldn't wait to see the next letter my dad had for us.

~

"Help me to imagine this. You wake up in the morning, with your kids on your bed, and your wife next to you. You smile at them, feeling all happy and full of life. You have nothing to worry about, because you are finally happy.

That's how I felt a couple of yours ago, when you were still younger.

I wasn't in this business so deep, and I was like a king. Everyone knew me, and no one would even dare to kill me.

But things changed when Criminal Minds started to get bigger. They needed more people to help them, and so they used us to do the dirty work for them.

At first I had this big idea, of how we could all work together and be one big illegal mess. But that didn't happen.
Mark set us up. He had a trap with the police. He tried to get us in jail. Luckily for me, I noticed this before anything bad could happen, so they never found us.

I was the hero, and Criminal Minds became our enemy.

I didn't know what to do anymore when they kept attacking us. I was hopeless, and no one seemed to help me.

That's why I stole the money, and left Blood Hounds.

The next letter will be a tough one. I hid it at a place that was dear to me. A place where I often came when I needed to think.

A place of death.

I hope you will find it, and don't be disappointed. This will be over before you even can say the word "Murderer." But promise me you never forget about me, whatever the end will be.
Just promise me.

Take care, I love you"

"I promise dad, I promise"

"But only if you promise to help me finish this job."

Without hesitation.