fire and rain // forheadedrose

36. Jingle Bell glock pt.1

D E J A

"I miss him." I sobbed softly.

"Who?" The girl I was chained beside asked, her name was Selina and she was just a few months younger than me.

"My husband." I said wiping my cheek with my shoulder since my hands were chained together.

"I've spent every second of the past 3 weeks with you and this is the first time you've broken down.. why now?" She whispered because we were in the basement of a house owned by a man named Eduardo, a man high-up in the cartel.

"Because," I inhaled deeply, "I could never see him again."

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I woke up to some heavy boots coming down the wooden stairs.

I sat up as I recalled my dream while the men talked in Spanish.

I slightly smiled as I thought my dream about last year's Christmas with my god-family.

Roger would complain the whole time about his dentist neighbor who has "gaudy" lights every year.

I thought about how much fun this Christmas would have been with the newest member of the Murtaugh/Young-Riggs family.

I was taken out of my thoughts when I was pulled to my feet roughly by the man who did my weekly beatings.

Nobody knew his real name so everyone just called him Crush.

Eduardo spoke quickly as he waved his hands around, I heard Riggs name somewhere in there.

"What are you doing with me?" I stammered as he pulled me along.

I was taken out of the basement and into a separate building, but it was dark when I went outside so I had no idea where we were.

I was put in a small cement building that was dimly lit and smelled like a food storage shelter.

I fell to my hands and knees onto the dirt floor, I was scared of getting killed right there and then, but the man just left the small building, locking the door as he left.

I calmed myself down and dreamt of a better tomorrow- I dreamt of a Christmas miracle-- getting out of here and living the rest of my life with the love of my life.

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M A R T I N

I inhaled as I sat up from sleeping on the couch in my trailer, of course my dreams were still about Deja, like always.

I walked across my trailer to see the small little plastic Christmas tree sitting on my counter, I thought about Deja's face as she found it, she laughed hard before telling me it'd be a new tradition to use the small tree every year.

Before long I was called in for a DOA downtown.

"So, first of all- he calls me big rog. Then he makes some sort of threatening gesture with floss." Murtaugh complained about his neighbor and his gaudy Christmas decorations as we walked down the blocked off street towards the crime scene.