The Scent of Betrayal

Chapter 6

Jason didnt like talking to people about himself very often. He was told once after Lucy had died to go to therapy but he didn't see the point, it wasn't going to bring her back. Nothing could bring her back. She was gone, nothing he could do would ever bring her back to life. He could talk about his feelings and she would still be dead.

If Jason hadn't picked up that last call it wouldn't have happened, he would have been at the restaurant when he was meant to be. Lucy wouldn't have stepped outside to phone him and see where he was, she knew he was always late but today was special. It was their 4 year anniversary, that day was the day that Jason was going to ask Lucy to marry him. It was about to be the start of forever. And it ended up being the begining of the end for Jason. The first day of the days where he just didn't live anymore, the first day he just survived.

He answered that phone call saying "I'm sorry I know I'm five minutes away, I love you I'm coming". Lucy didn't even get a word out before all that could be heard was screaming, it was Lucy, she was screaming. People were screaming. Blood curling screams one that would make people stop in their tracks.

"She's been stabbed" one voice said. Jasons world just crumbled.

"Call an ambulance!" Another voice chimed in, Jason could feel the colour draining from his face, his world was going in slow motion, he was five minutes away and he couldn't save her. He was too far away to help her the woman who had helped him though everything, he was late and because of him she had been stabbed.

"Hold on baby" he mumbled under his breath. He prayed for the first time in about 10 years, he bargained with God. One more day please. Take me he pleaded. Anyone but Lucy, just give me a redo. But that's when he knew if there was a God he was a sick bastard for letting the love of his life die. As he pulled up people were trying to stop him getting to her. He hadn't ran through five red lights to get there as fast as he could, not to be with her.

"Move, that is my girlfriend!" Jason said shoving his way through, pushing people out of the way so he could see her. Then he did, there was so much blood. He wished he hadnt clapped eyes on her. Lucy's lips were turning blue. There was blood matted in her hair. He didnt know where the wound was, how many there were. Jason just wanted to pull her close and hold her but moving her would have hurt however much of her soul that was left. He couldnt bare that when she was alive but he couldn't even bring himself to even touch her to being her comfort in her death. He wanted to grab her and hold her and tell her she will live. Tell her he loves her and he needs her, he wanted to beg her to hold on.

"Hi, baby its okay. Your going to be okay I'm here" Jason grabs her hand, it was cold to the touch. He had seen enough bodies to know that wasn't a good sign, as he began to try and take his future wifes pulse, but he knew. Lucy was no longer there. He was the reason she was there bleeding out onto the floor, and he had missed her last breath, he grabbed her body and just started to sob, he held her lifeless body in his arms and just rocked back and forth with her. Jason would never forgive himself. He was shoved by a paramedic.

"Save her" he called after the man, "Please, I need her." Someone comes behind him and covers him with a shock blanket, he didn't move but the world went blury. The tears just free falling down his cheeks. He don't know how long he was sat there but he knew that his life had just died with her.

"Sir? Are you okay? Do you know her?" Someone is talking to him but he doesn't care. He just stares ahead, his eye locked on her the love of his life. He didn't think there would be another Lucy. She was the one.
"She is my girlfriend I'm going to ask her to marry me tonight, she's going to be okay" Jason replied not looking at him. Just staring at her body. "She has to be okay. We have plans"
"I'm sorry sir"
"Time of death 1953" someone in-front of him said. He didn't believe his ears.

It had been a week before he could bring himself to walk into their flat, the funeral was the next day. He needed a shower and he needed to sleep. Jason could still smell the last spritz of perfume that she had sprayed on the way out the door. He makes his way around the flat that he had once shared with the love of his life. Photos of them smiling together, her coat just hanging by the door, her toothbrush just by the sink in the bathroom. Even to this day he hadn't moved her belongings.

That night Jason smashed their flat up. He took the pictures and threw them across the room, he pulled the tv from the wall and just let it smash into the glass coffee table, Lucy had picked that table because she had been shopping and saw it, she fell involve with this hunk of glass. Jason had told her that it was out of their price range but then had bought it as a surprise. It was now gone. The mug she had brought him shattered against the wall in the bedroom. Everything he broke hurt him even more, this wasn't helping but he couldn't help but to keep going. Vases that once held the flowers he brought her, plates she had used. The sofa they had just brought her picked up and hurled it on its back then he kicked it, ripping up pillows she had once lead her head on.

Jason was making all sorts of noise so the police had been called, they didn't do anything when they came to the flat. They just looked at the mess and they knew. They just let Jason scream, they let him put holes in walls. The officers had explained to the neighbours what was happening and just to go into their flats and they would deal with it. They just let it happen for about half an hour until Jason couldn't lift anything anymore. Then the uniformed officers tipped the sofa back on its feet and just waited until Jason had crashed on it. They don't do anything else, they just stood there looking at him concerned. One of the officers sat with Jason that night, they didn't leave his side, they didn't speak but they did save a picture of the couple and a glass animal that she had given him for his birthday that year. The officer also managed to save the engagement ring before it had been hurled down the toilet, they knew that one day Jason would want to see it. Jason didn't get those thing back for a few months, it was an awkward exchange. After Jason crashed on the sofa the young uniformed officer started to clean up the debris. 

The next morning when Jason had opened his eyes she was cleaning the mess he had made. He had told her to leave it but she didn't.
"I lost my husband. I understand Jason."
A few months later her face appeared in his office.
"I saved these that night you went crazy, I thought maybe you would like them back now" she had said placing them on his desk, "I can keep them for longer if you want, if your not ready to have them back yet." Jason was taken back, he hadn't even noticed they were missing.

"Thank you, that was very nice of you...." He said not looking at her.

"And thank you for staying that night it meant a lot" he had meant that. He probably would be in a grave next to his girlfriend if she hadn't just sat in that chair all night. He was grateful for her. She had told the captain but she had played it down. She didn't say that Jason had destroyed over 3000 pounds worth of stuff, she had just said that he had flipped the couch and threw some cups.

The little glass dolphin was still in his office, the picture by the side of the bed. The ring set upon Lucys case file, that he stole from work. The case that was never solved. Lucy's case. Just a number in a cold case file now. #89583 the case that haunted his dreams, his life and everything inbetween.

The woman what had saved Jason from the world, the woman Jason couldn't save from the world, gone.