Tk x Carlos

Story 4: Package

Tk POV

I walk up the stairs to mine and Carlos's loft after a long shift, it wasn't a bad shift we didn't lose anyone it was just rough. There's a box right outside the door. Which is strange because packages are always at the front desk by the mail room. I pick it up and see that it is addressed to me. I open the door and walk into the loft, i place the box on the counter as i go to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I get out i put on a t-shirt and some sweatpants and walk back into the kitchen where the package is. I check the outside of the box for anymore writing but there's not any. It just says "Tk Strand" on it, doesn't have the address or loft number on it. I think about waiting for Carlos to get home to look at it in case it's one of those bomb packages, like the one from government building that one time, but i don't think I've upset anyone for someone to send one of those.

I grab a knife and start to carefully slice open the box, i carefully open the flaps of the box stepping away quickly to make sure i don't get hit in the face with any mysterious dust. When the coast is clear i walk back up to the box and look inside. On top there is a letter i begin to read the letter.

Dear Tyler,

   I'm sorry for how we left things here in New York trust me i feel really bad. I know this was a long time ago but i still occasionally think about you. How we made each other happy, well you also had some help with that. I'm happy in my relationship, we got engaged! I'm sure you can be happy about that now and not jealous since you are the one who got married first. Marrying the first guy you met in Texas, nice. In this box is some of your favorite things, well i hope they are still your favorite things. I hope you can accept this gift as an apology. Btw I'm not in the United States anymore, i dropped this off before i left.

                                                                                                                Have fun! - Alex

I put the note down and look in the box, there's a bag of chips, some gum, a chocolate bar, and some pretzels. There's a small box tucked away in a corner in pull it out. In the smaller box is a bottle of unmarked pills, probably opioids. And a needle with a two vile's of morphine. I breathed in a deep breath as i leave everything on the counter and walk into the bedroom closing the door.

Carlos POV

"Babe, I'm home." I say walking into the loft. I get no response, maybe he's not home yet.

As i close the door i see a box on the counter and stuff scattered around it. When i walk over to see what it is i notice the bottle of pills and the morphine.
"Tk?!" I yell. There's no way he relapsed, why? My heart was racing by the time i reached the bedroom. I slid back the doors and saw Tk laying on the bed curled up in a ball.
"Tk?" I say frantically as i check him for needle marks.
"I didn't take anything." He says. I can tell by his voice that he is telling the truth.
"Who sent the box?" I ask him as i rub his hair.
"There's a note next to the box." He says. I get up and walk back to the counter to read the note.

"Can the police do anything?" Tk asks walking into the kitchen
"Do you still have his phone number?" I ask
"No" Tk makes a face at that, i laugh a little.
"It's probably too much work to track him down. Especially if he's out of the country." Tk says
"It would be difficult but it is doable." I tell him.
"Eh, don't worry about. Just please get rid of all of it." Tk says.

I throw away all the food items and drove back to the police station to properly dispose of the drugs. When i got home i cuddled back in the bed with Tk.
"I'm proud of you baby." I tell him and i am
"I thought it was going to be one of those packages that had a bomb in it." He says
"Well it's a good thing it wasn't. Or you wouldn't be lying here with me right now."
"Yeah, i guess so." He says