A Criminal's Kiss

Chapter 18

I frowned as I heard the doorbell ring; I ignored the sound, hoping it would stop in a few seconds. When it didn’t I rubbed my eyes and slowly climbed out of bed, looking around the room and groaning slightly when I read the time on the clock. 5:20a.m.

Where was Katrina when I needed her?

Scowling, I made my way downstairs, and opened the front door, frowning in confusion when I saw nobody there.

“Hello?” I called out, unconsciously reaching for my gun.

When there was no reply I went to close the door before I noticed something on the floor, crouching down, I noticed what it was, a single blood red rose. I picked up the rose and closed the door, making sure that there wasn’t anything else on the floor that I hadn’t seen.

I sat down on the carpeted floor and stared at the rose in confusion until my eyes fell on the note attached to the flower. It read:

I’m sorry.

B

I blinked at the note in shock, memories flooding back to my mind of everything that had happened last year with Blake. What had happened at the park and in Canada, the things Blake had said, I took in a deep breath and leaned my head back on the wall.

Why was he even trying to talk to me again? He was out of prison now, so why wasn’t he hoping to put the events of last year in the past, like my brothers were trying to. I froze at the thought of my brothers; they would kill Blake if they figured he was out of prison, let alone trying to contact their sister.

I shook my head, no matter how much Blake had hurt me, hurt us, in the past, I wasn’t going to let him get hurt by my brothers again. I didn’t know exactly why I couldn’t bear to see him get hurt by my brothers again, but whatever that reason was, I still wasn’t going to let him get beaten to death again. The question of why he had let himself get hurt like that was still one that had been left unanswered, Blake could fight of my brothers, he could do it with one hand with his eyes shut so why had he let them beat him up so badly?

And then there was the question of why Blake was apologizing to me again. I thought he didn’t care about me, I thought he hadn’t cared about me in the first place, so why did he have to come back and make me doubt my own feelings like he always seemed to?

I pulled my knees onto my chest and rested my head on my knees sighing as I closed my eyes, thinking about Blake as I clutched the rose tightly in my hand.

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“Skye!” Someone shook me awake.

I opened one eye to find Elliot looking down at me, “What?” I asked, rubbing my eyes sleepily.

Why was he waking me up so early? I looked around in confusion before realising that I must have fallen asleep downstairs after what happened last night.

“Why did you fall asleep down here?” Elliot asked, his voice both amused and confused.

“I...” I trailed off, thinking of the rose I had found last night; I looked down and frowned when I didn’t see it.

“Yes?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey Ellie, have you seen the...” I stopped midsentence, realising that I couldn’t tell Elliot about Blake, he would be furious and definitely wouldn’t be happy about Blake sending me messages, no different to what any of my other brothers would say.

“What?” Elliot asked, frowning slightly.

“I,” I paused, deciding that I would just look for it later, “Never mind.”