Criminal *completed*

Chapter seven

It was 10 o'clock by the time I got back in to my car. The drive back to my house seemed to take forever. When I got in the house was totally silent and all the lights were off. When I walked in to the living room I saw Beck. He was fast asleep with his laptop on his lap which was still on. What I noticed most though was a red cut on his left cheek. I looked down at my ring. It had some dry blood on it. My hands shook. I was a monster. Here he was working hard and I had just lashed out and hit him. In his left hand he was clutching a tissue. He must have started crying when Ola left. Images of Beck sitting here all alone crying while the snow fell outside the window. I walked over and took the laptop off his lap and logged it off. Gently I kissed his head and walked through to my bed room. I've been killing people for money since I was 18 and have never ever had trouble sleeping but today I just lay here in bed staring at the celling. Sleep refuses to come and it feels like my blood is lava. So I just lie there for hours. It's about 5 when I hear Beck get up. From what I can tell he stumbles to the table trying to find his glasses. Then he gasps. He must have found the letter. Everything was silent until I heard a strangled cry. Quickly I get out of bed and ran in to Beck. He's on his knees clutching the letter.
"Beck honey what wrong?" I ask coming to his side.
"They k-killed my s-sister," he whispered. The news made my heart stop. I rush to him and hug him. I feel him sobbing. Why does life kick him in the Balls over and over again? We just stayed like this, with me hugging him stroking his hair for two hours and I felt truly safe with him by my side. It's probably my only safe place and I'll be damned if I ever lose it.