All I Have Left

Chapter 9: You've Changed

"Adrienne, we've been walking for 10 hours, where are you going?" Once again, I heard him whine from behind me for the 12th time. For someone who has the nerve to allow people to senselessly kill other, he's such a pussy. I roll my eyes at his complaining and just continue walking. His whining never stopped.

"Are you even listening to me?!" He yelled.

"Not particularly." I stop and stare at my surroundings.

"Finally, a break." He sighs and sits on a nearby curb.

What happened to this place. My face softens. I'm near Danny's house. I wanted to see him. I needed to see him. But the street in front of me was trashed. There was dirt and garbage all over the place. People were setting things on fire. Of course there were dead bodies. I could feel a lump in my throat. Danny...I need to know he's okay. My thoughts were interrupted by this bitch complaining again. I couldn't focus and I was already freaking out.

"I can't believe you didn't bring food." He said. I lost it.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" I snapped and grabbed my gun and instantly put it to the side of his head. A look of panic crossed his face.

"I WILL pull the fucking trigger if you don't shut your mouth. I swear." I said with absolutely no emotion in my voice. He just laughed. I moved it to his forehead.

"Move and I'll put a bullet in your head." I said. He just chuckled dryly, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Little girl, you've had one, count 'em, ONE traumatic experience. And you think you can't feel any pain and you have a newfound confidence? Heh, you have a long way to go. You're just a scared little girl who's terrified of dying. If that wasn't the case, why would you trust me? I'm the son of a bitch who sent someone to kill your friend, but here I am working with you. You just don't want me to kill you. That's all." He said looking up at me.

My face softened. What if he's right? This isn't me. I'm not a killer. Am I acting out because I'm in pain? One death and my whole personality changed. Is that who I am now? I looked back at him with sad eyes, the gun still pointed at his head.

"Put the gun down now, princess. You're not gonna kill me." He said.

I sighed. And then I pulled the trigger. His head was pushed back with a loud bang. I stood over his lifeless body.

"That's what you think." And I kept walking.

I walked to Danny's house. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. I ignored everything around me. I just needed to see my baby. That's it. I want my baby. After a few minutes of walking, I spot his house but suddenly, I can't bring myself to move anymore. What if he notices I've changed. What if he doesn't want a killer? Someone who's been hurt so deeply that a human life meant nothing to them. I was never that person. My thoughts are interrupted by a man being stabbed and then shot right in front of his house. They won't get to him. I run to his house and the murderer tries to grab me before my gun is cocked.

"And where do you think you're going?" He said. I hit him in the face with the gun so that he'd let go and then again to give me time to grab my knife. I stab him four times and he doesn't move again.

"Call it karma if you will." I shrugged. And then walked into the building. I knocked on his door and two seconds later the door swung open and he pulled me into a hug. I started crying and held him so tight.

"I can't believe it's you. My princess. I'm so glad you're okay." He said. He kept sniffing so I think he was crying.

"Yeah..I-I'm fine..." I said softly. He slowly let go and saw the saddened look on my face.

"Where's Bria?" He asked. Tears started to stream down my face.

"Adrienne?" He said softly. I took a deep breath. 

"She...she was killed..." I whispered. Without another word he kissed my forehead and held me tight. Here it comes...I haven't cried once since Bria died and I just broke down. He rubbed my back and I could hear him sniffle a little bit. I looked up at him and he quickly wiped away a tear. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

"I've been trying to find you since she was killed. I couldn't be there by myself." I said. I sat my bag on the chair and sat on the couch in front of it.
"What's in there?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Guns, knives, food. Stuff I need." I said. He looked at me with wide eyes.
"You have a gun??" He quickly opened my bag and dumped everything out. He just stood there. I cleared my throat.
"Well...three." I said. He looked at the bag and then back at me. His face read nothing but shock and he sat on the couch. I didn't know what to say.

"D-Danny...listen...I had to do what I needed to do to protect myself." I said weakly. He didn't look at me, he just stared at the floor. 

"What if you had hurt yourself? Or somebody else??" He said, he wasn't angry, just worried. 

"Well...I'm not hurt, but I have killed a couple people on my way here..." I said softly. He looked up at me, he looked scared and confused. Like he thought I would hurt him. I would never...