Michael
I awoke with my head throbbing. It was 6;53 AM and I was feeling slightly queasy. I was still in the clothes that I'd experienced that trauma in, and I gasped when I noticed someone in bed next to me.
Sitting up, I leaned over and saw Misty's sleeping face. Thank goodness it was her and not anybody else.
I tried to think back to yesterday. The last thing I remember was jabbing a gun into Jessica's stomach. The rest was overtaken by rage, sadness and alcohol.
I barely drank to the point of memory loss. I have one drink when I'd go to the club, but that was about it.
I didn't wanna be awake by myself any more.
I tapped Misty's shoulder, and she turned around instantly.
"Hi."
"Hey, morning Michael."
Then something popped into my head, I hoped I hadn't done anything bad.
It was as if she read my mind.
"You know, as drunk as you were, you didn't try anything. Only asked for me to stay with you, which I did. You're a gentleman, you know?" Misty trailed off, biting her lip. I knew what she was thinking about – the same thing that was on my mind.
Jessica.
"Misty, how did they let us go?" It was the first time I'd thought about it, and I know we wouldn't have been let go for free.
Without saying anything, she pulled out a velvet pouch from somewhere behind her. She looked at me before pulling the strings to open it. A small, white pearl was retrieved from it. And I recognised it instantly.
"Misty, no!"
I wanted to knock the pearl out of her trembling fingers.
She seemed as if she didn't know what she'd gotten us both into.
"Do you know what that is?"
"Well, boss said it was something everyone – every gang leader wanted. But if we tell nobody about it, nobody will know."
"But these leaders are smart, Misty. They get what they want. You have the lives of many at your fingertips. Put it away, please."
8:00 AM
"So that was Jessica, huh?"
"Not the Jessica I married. They've done something to her, drugs, or whatever. She was h-hideous,"
The queasy feeling came back again, but this time it stuck there.
'I'm gonna go and shower – I'm not feeling too good. Feel free to do whatever."
I disappeared into the bathroom and began to run the water.
Why had I drunk? And what did I drink?
I sat down in the shower, letting the water run down my back and burn my skin.
Who's grave had I been visiting?
Who's grave had I spent the last six months crying on?
Who's grave had I been spending my days singing our song to?
Who had been hearing my 'I love you's'?
Jessica's words echoed through my mind. I could have a child out there, though the chance was slim judging by what she'd said.
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