Chapter Thirty: Coming back

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"Jonathan, we gotta go back." Davina said. They were all in the same hospital room. Tyler, Jonathan, and herself. "Are you sure you wanna go back?" Tyler said, "It could be very dangerous."
"I can do it, I know I can."
"I'll take care of her, I promise." Jonathan said.

As they headed back, Jonathan turned to her, "Do you want me to go in with you baby?"
"No, it's okay. I got this. I'll see you soon. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay, I promise. I love you. I'll always be with you, forever and always." Davina said smiling at that handsome face.
"I'll see you soon baby. I'll thinking of you forever and always. Our love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I'll feel it. You'll always be in my heart baby. No one can ever replace a girl like you. You're smart, beautiful, funny, encouraging, but most of all, you've got a personality that any girl in the whole world would kill for. If I find another girl that's exactly like you, which will probably take a lifetime; I promise you I'm never letting her go. But that just means gods given me another chance. Because when I'll be with her, I'll always think you baby. I love you way more." Jonathan said smiling. He leaned forward and kissed her at least for a good five maybe ten minutes.

It's time. She exited the car and headed towards the door. As she was about to open the door, she heard a man outside in the backyard. She looked back at Jonathan, he wasn't there anymore. She was confused but she still continued. She walked off the porch and headed towards the back. The mysterious man sounded as if he was shoveling something. She saw who it was. It was Arthur, he didn't look beat up from the beat down Jonathan did to him. He looked fine. It was digging something. He was putting dirt in the hole. Davina walked a little closer and finally saw it. The horror. Her heart stopped, it dropped. She couldn't breath. The image of her standing there began to fade away. It was her in the hole. Davina's dead body was in the plastic bag. The bag was smudged with blood, her nails that had been ripped off, and dirt. The image of her face against the plastic was horrifying.
R.I.P - DAVINA ANDERSON

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