A Long Walk Home (Sequel to Left Alone in the Dark)

Chapter 7

I breathed in and out for a couple seconds, trying to get the tears out of me.

But how? I can't. I can't put Patrice's and I's lives in danger.

"How will I do it?" I asked.

"I don't know it's up to you" Brad said. I thought for a moment.

"I can't do it" I mumbled.

"Yes you can" Brad said, soon Marilyn jumped in.

"I can't. I'm scared. What if Patrice is going to hate me? Or people will be mad at me? Anything can happen" I responded.

"I think you should just take your chances. Who cares what others think. And Patrice will not hate you" Brad pointed out.

"They even hung a banner for me at TD Garden, of course they will be mad to put that to waste. And Patrice! He put my engagement ring in my casket" I said, staring to panic.

"We can just dig it out" Brad said.

"True" Marilyn said.

"That ring is probably gone already" I said, sobbing.

"It's made out of gold Claire, it's most likely still there" Brad claimed.

"Out of gold? What" I hesitated.

"Patrice loves you" Brad said smirking.

I slowly whimpered in my chair panicking.

"Ight ladies I'll go start the process" Brad said getting up.

"What frickin' process?" I asked getting up.

"Digging out your fake casket and getting the ring" Brad said.

"Brad you know you can get arrested for that?" I said quickly before he left the door.

"Well not if your there with me. It's your grave isn't it?" Brad said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yo Marilyn before I leave do you have a shovel" Brad asked.

"It's in the closet" she responded.

Brad walked over to the closet and pulled out a shovel.

"Coming or not?" He asked.

"Fine but quickly" I said.

We jumped into the car and drove to the cemetery.

"Okay here's the plan, you'll wait in the car and I'll quickly go get it. If someone or something comes text me." Brad said hopping out.

I pulled my seat down and relaxed, going through Instagram and stuff.

A couple minutes later I heard a car door shut so I immediately jumped up to see what it was.

Patrice.

"Fuck" I mouthed quickly picking up my phone, calling Brad.

But it was too late, Patrice already had spotted Brad digging.

Patrice's POV

"Brad what the fuck are you doing?" I yelled.

Brad dropped the shovel as I heard his phone ringing. He didn't bother to pick it up because he was frozen.

"Patrice I can explain" he quickly said.

"Explain what? That your digging up Claire's grave? How could you? That's just disrespectful in so many ways" I said yelling at him.

I threw the flowers I had at the ground I walked back frustrated to my car. I felt a hand tug mine but I ripped it out, hearing a small whimper behind me.

"Oh stop the pity Brad, that probably didn't even hurt you" I yelled not bothering to turn around.

"Pat-" I heard a mumble behind me.

"Fuck you" I yelled even louder.

"Pat" I heard yelling behind me, making a chill run up my spine.

It was a very familiar voice, but it wasn't Brad's. The voice felt pleasing.

It felt like something I was missing this past year.

I turned around in curiosity, seeing her

Claire.

"I love you Patrice" she said hesitating.