46| The End

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Brent's P.O.V

I don't know if it was fear or anticipation that was gripping me. I think in reality it was both. We were in the car (we meaning, Watt, five other combat police and myself) on our way to the destination where Georgia was. We had planned everything out and our plan was full proof. We also had fifteen back up plans, so I think we were good.

"How you feeling Brent?" Luke one of the combat police asks me as he bumped shoulders with me. I look to him and his calm exterior and the way he's keeping his emotions hidden. I don't know how people do it. How people keep everything inside them, from what I know I'm an open book.

"I'll be better when I know she's safe." I tell him honestly. It's all I can think of, Georgia. The fear that's swelling inside of me is fearing what we might find when we get there. What might be there? What he might have done to her? Would she be there or is it some set up? Actually, that's the first time I've though of that one.

"We'll get her," Luke nods at me, "we promise." He tells me with a reassuring squeeze of my bicep. "I promise."

I look to him and smile warmly, "Thank you." Thats all I have to say and I think he sees the gratefulness I have. I'm so thankful of what their doing. I couldn't be more happier. Their helping me get Georgia. Their helping me find some peace because once we have Georgia and have David away I'll be at peace. Once I have her safe and I know that she's alright I'll be at peace. I'll be happy. Once he's locked away or killed (Watt said that if needed we could shoot him) I'll be happy and at peace because then I'll be able to stop worrying. I'll be able to relax in knowing that he can't hurt anyone else. That he can't bother me or harm me or my loved ones. I won't have to be watching my back walking down the street. I won't have to hide away in some random small beach town.

I'll be able to live a normal life. All my life has been full of drama and conflict. It's been from the start until right now and I'm sick of it. It's been endless and ongoing. It's been relentless to get to me and get to me it has been. From him killing my family to making sure I can't live at peace. From the nightmares at night so I can't sleep. From the worry that he might see my friends and use them against me. From the fear that he's out there watching me and waiting for the right time to kill me. It's been endless.

It's been Endless Conflict.

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"Okay, you know the plan. Good luck everyone." Watt tells us as we've pulled up in front of an old warehouse. Well actually I think we might be around the back. If we didn't know that they were in there we wouldn't have known that they were there. You can't tell from looking out side that anyone's in there. But I can feel that they are. I feel it. I feel as if I'm close to Georgia. And it's a good feeling.

Climbing out of the car we all head to our positions and I head to mine. My jobs really simple. Get Georgia. Georgia is my responsibility whilst everyone else is helping with another responsibilty. Watt and half the men are in charge of getting my father and his side kick. Hopefully they've estimated right in the fact of it being one side kick. Their professionals so I'm pretty sure that they have.

To be honest I'm not sacred at all. I know that he wouldn't have killed her. He couldn't have really. He wouldn't have because I wasn't there to watch it. And I know him, he wouldn't kill her unless I was there to suffer and watch. Which was sick in every way shape and form but it was him. That was the man that was my father.

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