Deadly Double Love

Deadly Double Love 47

“Hurry up,” the social worker mumbled as she texted someone.

I didn’t say anything, just walked through the door of my house.

Simply the sight of my house made a mixture of emotions flow through me. Every little thing brought back memories. It was my first time back here since Rory had kidnapped us. I was just here to gather up my belongings to take to my new foster home. The home I didn’t want to go to, but I didn’t really have a choice. I had no relatives that were willing to take me in.

I walked up the stairs and entered my room. The flood of emotions I felt was so overcoming that I had to sit down. I collapsed onto my bed and just lay there for a moment. Then I stood up and walked over to the bloodstain from the day Scott had saved my life. I fingered the scissors I used to cut myself. I gazed around my room, but I didn’t pack anything up. I had never planned to. I didn’t need those things where I was going.

I walked out of my room and into my parent’s room. I sat on their bed and lifted their pillow to my face. I breathed in the scent of them for what I knew would be the last time. I reached over to their nightstand and pulled open the drawer. I pushed aside the books and papers that were piled up inside to get to what I really wanted.

My fingers closed around the shiny black gun and I pulled it out to look at it.

I looked at the gun for a moment, just thinking. Thinking about why I had to do this. My life was meaningless without the people I loved. If I didn’t have my mom, my dad, Addie, or Scott, life wasn’t worth living. I needed them. And soon I’d be with them.

“What’s taking so long?” I heard the social worker call. “Hurry up!”

I lifted the gun and pressed it to my temple.

I’m coming, Scott. I thought. We’ll be together again soon.

And then I pulled the trigger.