The Ruby Colored Gun: No one is a Secret.

Prologue

Tears well up in my eyes as I look at him, Aaron, young man of twenty-one, my nephew. He really needs my help right now but he wont let me in.

Please, I plea with more urgency, than respect, I want to help you, Aaron youre only going to get better if I help you.

Havent you helped enough?! I have only stayed here so I could preserve my death for a little longer, Aaron shoots back at me.

Just trust me! Just just trust me, okay? Ill make sure you wont be alone.

No, No. Im not going back to some place that is just going to say the same thing to me. I won't trust anyone anymore. Im not going to stay in a confined room where Im the only one who can damage the only thing I have left, myself.

Just come with me, one last time, I promise.

Ruby! Dont you understand? I have nothing left! I would be committing suicide now, I don't want to be better, and get to know the person I was that caused this to happen to me.

He stands at his window to his room in the house, veins sticking out of his neck and sweat dripping from his brow. I know he is too far gone to be helped by his own word. That is why I act now, and Im going to take him on my own to get him better. I turn to leave his room but stop to admire his empty glass bottles of beer and broken glass that litters the floor, along with needles and the stench of heroin that ligers in the room. I look back at the very clear drug addict in my house and gently close the door.

The regular tears fall from eyes whenever I leave his room. C, my husband sticks his head around the corner to me, he takes my hand and leads me down the hall to the living room. There, waits our two training young investigators, Eden King, and Dominic Grey. They come from the agency that is local in New York. C and I sit across from them on the couches. I wipe away my tears and tightly squeeze Cs hand. I open my mouth and can barely say anything; a squeak of my fear stands in the way.

Im sorry. Im sorry for putting all of you through any of this. I didnt want it to come to this but Aaron will not be here at this house with us anymore. I am moving him permanently to the rehabilitation center. Im so deeply sorry for putting him here and keeping us in a constant fear and danger.

Those words float around in my head. That moment was when I was going to make things better for him, but it turned into a hell hole of endless guilt. I thought I could take him to the Rehab center and keep it another secret. But apparently, he had contact with his other base. And under the influence of drugs and alcohol, got them to come up to New York.

As I was signing the papers they came busting through the doors taking both Aaron and myself. Leaving with threats to shoot the people who worked for the rehab and we left with screeching tires. I don't remember much but Aaron screaming and the men that were with us dressed in dark suits. I didn't struggle in their grip. I only asked questions. Sometimes I got an answer, or I got a blow to the face or arm. Even me trying to be reasonable I would utter back saying I was a fed. And they shouldn't hit women. To shut up my commotion they placed a bandana and a black sack over my face. The last thing I said laughing to myself was, this can't be all that you can do to me.

Aaron being a brave young man he would try to yell and scream for them to no do anything to me. Yet, I was fine. I've dealt with worse. I only wanted him to be safe. As I thought that I felt and blow to the head and then a car door opening. Train horns, the silent night. I think I blacked out. Because the next thing I heard was, my own breathing. No one elses. It was cold and I knew I was alone because I felt no one else in my presents.

I jerk my head around when the door to the room opens. I'm immediately self-conscious. I haven't been in something like this before without C being on my tail. I thought this all may be some training, and that it's going to end in a joke on how scared I looked when C uncovered my face.