Chenford Story ✔️

9

Tim's POV

I was so, unreasonably worried about Lucy. Walking into Greys office though. I remembered how scared, she looked. I..... couldn't tell Grey. Not about the self harm. It was either that or Emmet was hurting her. I desperately didn't want it to be that.

I knocked on the door again. "Afternoon sir. I completed the welfare check..... nothing wrong" Sargent Grey looked up "that's good, I'll will see you tomorrow Sargent Bradford"

What did I just do?! I lied. I had never lied, not to an officer. But yet.... Lucy brought out something I had never had before. Did I....... No. Tim Bradford that was highly unprofessional. Lucy wasn't even my type!
I wouldn't..... I couldn't....... I shouldn't...... I.......I......I was in love with Lucy Chen.

There was no denying it anymore. I loved Lucy Chen. I..... loved her. I slapped myself in the head. No. No. I.... She was married.

I left the station and went straight to bed. I couldn't be alone with my thoughts.

Lucy's POV

Emmet and I were moving in with my parents in two days. I couldn't convince him. It was 3am. Emmet was awake on the phone. He couldn't tell I was listening.

"Hey baby, don't worry. My wife will be pregnant by the end of the month. I promise. Yes I know. Don't worry, the day that the baby comes out I'm killing her. I'll do what Caleb couldn't. Don't worry baby. I love you Rosalind."
I gulped silently. Although I couldn't hear the other end of the call, I knew. Emmet was just like Caleb. I had fallen for another one of Rosalind's protégés. I..... I..... Emmet.
Emmet and Rosalind were...... and they were going to......... and take my baby.

I resisted the urge to cry, to move. If Emmet knew I was awake we would..... kill..... no..... kidnap me. He would wait until I had his baby and then kill me. In a barrel in the ground. Just like Caleb tried to do.

I made a plan. I wouldn't get out of this alive. I knew that by now. I hated my life. Everything about it. I hated my husband, I sucked at my job, I hated my body, I was weak, I was stupid, I couldn't do anything right, I was a failure, I...... I couldn't do it anymore......

17 hours later

It was 8pm. Emmet had left to go to work. My parents were helping make sure their basement was ready for us later today. I knew where I wanted to do it. The cliffs by the beach the edge of town. There was a small rope swing just where the trees ended and the field would suddenly drop over the edge. Only a thin rope held back the edge of the cliff. Tim and I would go and just sit there sometimes after our shift, looking at the stars.

I started driving to the station first, handing in my resignation like I told Emmet I would. I was too weak to be a police officer. I knew that now. I parked up the car. Leaving my phone and everything else inside.

Angela walked up to me first just as I went in. I tried not to cry. Only one year fell. "Hey Lucy I haven't seen you the last few days? You ok?" I ignored her. I knew it was terrible. That this was the last conversation I would ever have with Angela, one of my best friends. But if I faced her I would have broken down. So I walked past her. Straight into Greys office.

"Sargent Grey" I handed him my papers and put my duty belt and gun in the table. "I am resigning with immediate effect. I dnt want you to talk me out of it. I have loved working here but it is time for me to move on" Grey looked upset. "Are you s-" I interrupted him "yes sir... With all do respect I need you to respect my decision"
He nodded. "Ok. But I hope to see you again someday Lucy" I shut the door behind me. Only a few tears started forming. Only one thing left to do.

I walked out of the station, Tim was outside by his car. I had been ignoring him since he found out. We hadn't spoken a single word to eachother since that night at the apartment. I needed to say goodbye.

I got in my car, pulling out a pad and pen, and started writing.

'i would like to firstly say, I'm not sorry that I did what I did. I am sorry that it hurt you guys. I'm sorry that you had to go through that. But I'm not sorry for doing it because I needed to, for my own personal sanity.
Firstly I write to my husband Emmet,
I have very little to say about you Emmet, other than five words. I knew about the plan. I hope that will be enough to show how I little truly loved you, and how little you cared for me.
N

ext I write to the station, to Grey and Luna, Nyla, Angela, Wesley, little Jack and Lila, Aaron, Celina, John and Bailey, Talia and Smitty,
Thank you. Never in my life have I experienced such great joys as I have working with all of you. You have been with me through my highs and lows, all of my thoughts and feelings. I just wish I had been strong enough to tell you all this before I did it. While I was still alive. I hope that you can move on, forget about me. I would love to see who you become. Goodbye

And finally Tim. I am writing a special letter to you Tim. Everyone else can you please stop reading now, this bit is just for Tim. You are standing about 3 metres away as I write it, by your car in the car park, looking through case files. It is strange to think that this is the last time I will ever see you. Tim, you have stood by me though thick and thin. When I started dating, and eventually broke up with probably hundreds of guys. You were there when I joined the lapd and now you are here as I leave. Tim you have been my rock for as long as I have known you, but in that time you have gone softer on me, and we have developed somewhat of a friendship. I guess what I wanted to say was. I love you Tim Bradford. I know this is a very bold confession but now that I am gone, you will never actually get to hear me say it. And I will never get to hear your response. Goodbye Tim, for real this time
PS: the sunset looks beautiful'

I wasn't sure why I put that last sentence. Maybe secretly I hoped Tim would stop me. Look at the letter in time. No. He wouldn't. I signed off the letter with my signature and a few tears marks dotted throughout.
I folded it up into a neat square and put it underneath my phone, right on the driver's seat of my car. Before I locked it, putting the keys on the front tyre, and walked away.

I looked back only once. I wanted that memory burned into my eyes forever. Tim looked up from the files as I walked away, smiling his smile. Not realising what I was about to do.