In It For The Long Run (Editing)

IIFTLR- I Married My Family

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Chapter 37

Carlos’ P.O.V

My mind repeats the images. My head has transformed into a self-running movie reel that doesn’t want to stop. Lifeless eyes. Blood. Gun wound. Death.

Sadly, Daniel isn’t my first kill, and one may think that the after affects become easier to handle after each time, they are wrong.

Yes, it is easier than the first, the first time was traumatizing but the after times fall short by a small amount.

I feel bad, considering that this doesn’t only affect me at the moment, my momentary fall affects my fiance, her best friend, my cousins and all the rest of this giant houses current occupants.

I hear a soft knock on my door, and I groan silently at the thought of someone interrupting my darkness. The almost complete black room that is my room, is only lit by my small digital clock on my nightstand.

I don’t answer whoever is on the other side of the door, and instead I wallow in the guilt of my sins.

The door handle twists gently, indicating that whoever is on the other side of that door, is determined to enter.

I lift myself and lean against my elbows, “I didn’t say come in.” I call out.

“Well, I am your fiance so I will come in whether you say it or not.” I hear Esme answer back as she opens the door fully.

She shuts it behind her silently and says, “Gee, now I know how bats live.” Usually I would’ve laughed at that but in my current state I remain silent.

I hear her feet pad along my hardwood floors to my king bed. “What’s going on?” she whispers gently as she sits on the edge of my bed.

“I-,” I stop, unsure of how to answer in words that will grasp how I truly feel.

“Carlos, listen, as much as I want you to tell me what is bothering you, if you aren’t ready to then don’t.”

I remain silent, still struggling to find the right words. It isn’t that I don’t want to tell her, I want to but announcing it means recognising its reality.

Esme sighs softly after waiting a couple minutes in silence, before getting up quietly and making her way to the door. Just as her hand reaches out and grabs the door handle I whisper, “I’m scared.” I jump up off the bed and walk a metre behind her.

Her hand stills, as her body turns to me slowly. “You don’t even realise how scared I am Esme.”

She stares at me in sympathy and curiosity, “Today I killed one of my gang members that was giving information to David’s father. I killed him Esme, cold blooded kill. He was mouthing off about you and I pulled the trigger, pulled it, dead.”