The Last Page

PROLOGUE

Hers.

I heard her head bang against the counter, and she slowly slid down and fell to the ground. I knew she died on impact, but I was too drunk to react and too smart to scream.
I stared at her hair, cheaply bleached dead to the roots, her phone which showed a useless notification, her red dress and the fat strap of her bra.

I downed the remaining of my scotch. I should have told her to duck under the table too, she could've lived the rest of her social life.

I heard some men shuffling and cursing, slowly moving towards the door and taking their leave.
I was alone now. Or I was the only one remaining,
This wasn't my first time in a mass shooting. The smell of blood didn't get me, and neither did the sight but it was their souls that bugged me. So many people, so many lives at least some of them must have something to live for. At least some would have had an original thought. But again, I doubted that because otherwise, they wouldn't find themselves in a bar at 2 am on a Tuesday night.

I slowly heard the blonde cough, she was alive. I immediately took her onto my lap.
"Are you okay?" I whispered. She coughed again.
Spitting all that blood in my face and going limp. She's definitely dead now.

I slowly crawled out from under the table and reached for my phone. When I retrieved it. I stood up and started walking out, dialing 911 and that's when I was pulled by an unknown person into a room I didn't know.

fuck.

I was held in a tight grip, and my back hit the chest of a tall and strong man.
I tried struggling out but my own footing betrayed me. I was drunk.

"Please, please, please leave me, I won't tell anyone," I tried negotiating, but nothing, I felt his breath behind my ear, hushing me. And I obeyed.

"be quiet, there might be more," he whispered. And even if the sound was hushed. I recognized it. The voice took me way back, way back into memories of him.

When he lulled me to sleep or when he verbally fucked me. I remembered that whisper. And I froze.

Maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was the fact that this happened with almost every man I let close to me.

He probably noticed me going limp, since he shushed me more, digging deeper behind my ear and swaying me with him. Making me more sure.

And not the years of loneliness, anger or even the 40 people dead outside the door. But him. The possibility of him made my gut swirl and my eyes water.

I heard more muffled voices and shuffles go out the main door.

It made sense now. The reason they shot so many people was behind me. But I wasn't sure. So I finally asked.

"Is that you?" I whispered, slightly turning to the side where he was nuzzled into my neck,
"Am I who darling?" he asked buried deep into my neck, and that's when the sting of itchy bourbon hit my senses. He was drunk, heavy drunk. Bourbon drunk was another level of drunk.

Darling.

I slowly let loose allowing him to sway me side to side in his arms.
It was him, those people were probably aiming for him, they probably hoped to shoot in between his brows while killing all of them.

I could've been killed.

I pushed him away with all my strength. Stumbling ahead, this wasn't good. Us together, drunk and in the same room, it was never a fortunate time.

"shut up. THEY'RE ALL DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU AREN'T THEY?" I shouted.

"Can you quoit down?! some of them could still be here!" he whisper-shouted, and I abided. It was true, they could still be here.

And right on queue, we heard footsteps coming towards the door.

He pulled and pushed me behind him, covering me with his large body. He reached to his waist where his gun resided, loaded I hope.

He aimed at the door, waiting for it to open. And I -shamelessly- checked him out.
I was seeing him after what 8 years? and so much had changed. Not only with me but with him too, physically at least.

He was taller, had a damn burrito back, his shoulders were large and his posture was fixed. And I won't even talk about his as-

He was tanned and his hair was painted a honey blonde colour.
I liked it, it was surprising but...
everything was surprising.
The little cute boy had morphed into a tall, handsome man. And I was enjoying it. At least the back of it.

The door bashed open, and before I could even see men coming in I heard shots being fired. Multiple shots. Gunshots. I covered my ears.

"Stay behind me!" he yelled, and so I did. Within mere seconds the shots stopped.

He immediately turned around,
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, hurriedly. I nodded.

"We have to get out of here," he whispered.

Out the back door we kept running until we reached the road.

I looked at him, he was already looking at me. His eyes, beautifully brown were shot red because of the liquor.

Before I could catch a breath he tackled me in a hug. A heavy and tight one.

"I almost didn't recognize you," he said, I slowly hugged him back.

I huffed. Yeah, sometimes I didn't recognize me too.
Parts of me that I wished were different were different now. My hair was a beautiful orange instead of my natural blonde. I always wished to be a redhead. And now I was.

"How are you?" he asked, breaking from the hug.

C'mon, say something!

"I'm good, how are you?" I asked, holding him by the arm so he didn't trip and fall. The man was drunk as hell.

"I'm...." he trailed off. And I didn't ask again.
adrenaline and alcohol rushed through our bodies.

"Uhm, should I drop you off somewhere?" I asked, he chuckled.

"no, no, no don't drop me off," he said, sliding down and sitting on the pathway. Munbmling something to himself.

I took a deep breath,
I shouldn't. I wouldn't. But I couldn't leave him here.

I knew for a fact that he didn't have an apartment or a flat in town. He never did, he was always on the run.

I booked a cab on my cell phone. wiping the blood off me with my dark, fur coat. After I was done, I kneeled beside him, held his head in my arms and wiped the blood off with my sleeves,

"Hey, we're gonna remove the shirt okay?" I said. I was thankful he was wearing a black suit.

He nodded and removed the suit jacket. I saw all the blood and gulped. helping him unbutton his shirt. And with each bottom, his toned chest revealed. I tried my best not to look but, what did he eat?

His abs were hard and toned, fuck-

what am I doing?

I hid the shirt in my coat while he pulled the jacket onto him again.
I huffed, helping him wear it.

Before any unnecessary small talk. The cab arrived, I gave him the confirmation code and silently, put this beautiful man in the back seat and joined him.

What the fuck am I doing, and will it be any better when I wake up tomorrow? or...

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Author's note

Hey beautiful people! How was the slight peak into the beginning of their reunion? 
I hope you enjoyed it, new shit coming up soon.

And also, please share critics! My first language isn't English so it would be of so much help.