Donovan

17. Time

      It took everything in me to not run towards him, into his arms as he could lift me into the air like everything was fine. But I just couldn't do it. How many times would I have to say goodbye to him before he was fully mine? I have said goodbye too much and each time, it was like I was the one being torn apart. He was off doing god knows what, running away from Marco and I just needed him. He was my family.

    "Are we still okay?" That was the first thing he had asked me. We stood about a few feet apart as our eyes bore into each other and my heart ached for him. Not for his touch but just to know that he was here and we were still alright.

"I... I don't know. Are we?" When he took a few steps closer, I didn't move away. I didn't take a step back either. My chest rose steadily but paced faster.

"Emery?" He said my name, confused. It was almost like a question of some sort or a signal for me to give him an answer. I just couldn't. Yes, we are okay. Yes, I still want you. Desperately. But no, I don't want to say goodbye anymore. I just can't do it.

"I don't know what I want anymore, Donovan. I have missed you desperately but-"

   "Do you not want me anymore?" He cuts me off. My eyes sting with tears when I heard those words come out of his mouth and when I looked into his eyes, they were glassy and red. He was about to cry and if he did, I think I will break down right here too.

      Instantly, I rushed to him, placing my hands on his chest in a gentle gesture. My skin shivered from my hands that lay onto him. A few months without him and my body instantly knew when to react. Donovan looked down to the ground as if he was a child who got caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing in the first place. I placed my left hand on his shoulder and used my right hand to pull his face back to mine. I needed to make sure he stared into my eyes when I said this.

    "I still want you. I need you, alright?" I cried.

    "I just missed you so damn much and I don't know if this is good for us. We are hurting so much and Marco will always come after you and your brothers which means you will always be running. Donovan... The cops are looking for you guys because you are wanted for murder!" Tears trailed down my warm cheeks as he cupped my face with his hands gently.

    "Marco had done it all. Your mother, Robert and those.. Those kids," his voice broke at the end. My forehead suddenly touched his as he embraced me with his strong arms and held me closer to his beating chest.

     "So what do we do now?" I quietly asked him.

   "We need to kill him."

     My eyes widened a little but deep down in my heart, I knew that this was what I wanted too. Marco was a horrible man, but death would be too easy for him. I wanted him to face life in prison but Marco wasn't stupid. He knew how and when to run away when trouble arrived and all he leaves behind is his shadow.

   "Okay. What's the plan?

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     There were fire lanterns surrounding the bar that was made with straws or hay of some sort. The sky had soon fallen asleep as the ocean hummed a soft lullaby. Beautiful drumming music was played near the corner where a large band stood and there was quite a lot of people tonight. Food was being served and Donovan and I were finally having a date. We had decided to spend one night without any worries and forget about the hell that we have been put through.