An Unimaginable Love

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Fourty one.

That's how many times I called Janet's phone, until it just started going straight to voicemail.

I never thought the worst. I was just thinking she might be sleeping, I know how much she loves her sleep. She might be out. Those thoughts alone kept me sane.

Nobody talked the whole flight.
Soon we landed in Louisiana. I didn't have time to appreciate, my home state because, we were rushing to get to my apartment.

"Bambino I love you" Tony said pulling me into his side. We were almost there.
"I love you to Tony."
"Do you promise?"
Something was off with him.
"Yes I do."

As soon as the SUV stopped all three of us was out at the same time, we rushed to my front door, with Tony and Vince in front of me. As the door opened they stilled. That was worrying me. I heard Vince sniffle as if he was crying, so I pushed past them.

"No Krissy wait!" Tony said trying to grab me. But I already saw it.

Everything around me slowed. The entire world came to a hault. I feel to my knees. Waiting for tears to come, needing them to, but they didn't. I was in shock.

In front of me on the floor lay janet, bloody, swollen, and still. I did the only think I could think of.

Shacking janet I yelled "WAKE UP, your ok get up, I'm hear. Janet!" Nothing. The tears came at full force, knowing that my best friend, the only person in my life that I trusted, was dead.

I heard more people enter, more of Tony's men. And I felt Tony pick me up, but I fought against him. I needed to stay with Janet. I couldn't let her be alone.
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Vince's POV.

This can't be. No.
Krissy was shacking Janet, trying to get her to wake up, but I've seen enough dead body's in my life, to know that Janet was dead.

Blood was everywhere. Whoever did this tortured her.
The only women I have ever loved, lay lifeless in front of my eyes. And I was not hear to protect her.

I felt someone hug me. It was Krissy, and for a moment a brief moment, I imagined Krissy was Janet. I hugged her back as tight as I could, and together we fell on our knees. Both at a lose. Picturing Krissy as Janet I begged her not to leave me.

"Please don't go. I love you. Iv never loved anyone before Janet, please."
No one stopped my plea for the return of Janet. They let me have my moment.

I let myself have the moment, and in that moment I vowed to get revenge on who ever did this. I will find out, and I will make them tell me how they killed her step by step, and repeat each step to whoever they love most, before repeating it on them.

"Vince, the guys are hear, they need to take the body, so we can prepare a proper burial." Tony said with his hands on my shoulders.
"I will find, and kill..." Tony stopped me.
"WE, will find, and kill the basterds that did this. You have my word."
I shock my head at him and walked outside.
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Krissy's POV.

"Tony, I have to call her family." I cryed.
"No need I have someone on that and someone already planning her funeral. It will be the day after tomarrow. We have to do this quick so we can put all of our effort into finding the people who did this."

I stared him directly in the eye, anger slung all over my face. "Will you kill them?"
"Yes we will"
"Good"

Two days later, the pain has not subsided. I fear that the emptyness I fill without Janet's presents, will never go away.

As we walked in the funeral home to attend her wake and funeral, body guards were everywhere.

I signed the guest book, and walked up to her coffin. She looked peaceful. Like she was sleeping. I thought she was just going to sit up and go on with her life. But reality hit and I realized she wouldn't. None of us would ever know what Janet would be doing at this moment. It was that moment that I cryed. I cryed holding her hand while she lay there. I looked at her and soaked in everything about her knowing I would never again see her.

Vince came up next me me. It was the first time I have ever seen a man like him cry. A man in such a high position.

It was unnatural really. To see sadness on a face such as his was unholy. It was pure devastation. Sadness wasn't the only thing tho. Anger, hate, guilt, lose.

I walked off and let him have his final moment with her.
Soon he was sitting beside me and Tony in the front row seat as the songs started playing, with not a dry eye in the room, the preacher lead the leave-taking of a beautiful person.

Things will change. I promised myself that I, Krissy Lynn Breaud, will be a diffrent person from this day forward.