Time Goes By [COMPLETED]

chapter 26: part 1

Nic's POV

Tick......tock.....tick....tock. Seconds passed as I stared at the clock above me. The only noise in the room was the sound that it made. It felt like a ticking bomb as the tension grew in the room. I heard a tapping sound and I looked down to find my left leg dancing on it's own. I guess this happens whenever I'm nervous. I drifted my eyes away and looked at my hands. I stared at the object that is firmly held in my tight grip. My heart was racing and my head was hurting. I didn't know if what I'm doing is the right thing but I can't help but want to do something about it. About this entirely fucked up situation. I let the object down on the table in front of me and looked at the thing beside it; a phone. His phone. It laid silently on the table as I waited.

I was back in the apartment, Rita's apartment as I'm clearly moving back with her and ashley. Sitting in front of the kitchen counter waiting for that ring. That one ring I knew was going to come. It had to come. It had to. I'm growing sick and tired, I do feel dizzy after everything that happened but the adrenaline is keeping me awake. Her image in my head is keeping me awake. I clenched my teeth as I recalled what happened. If only these assholes would call then I could get my hands on them. But was it they're fault? What if I left her before any of these would happen? What If I pushed her away after the black box? Maybe none of this would happen. Maybe she would be home safe. Maybe her and Jonathan would finally be together and start their own family. I just had to be in the way.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the phone ringing. His phone ringing. I looked at the ID and froze, this is it. This the moment that I've been waiting for. I picked it up and breathed out as my heart started racing. I pressed the green button and heard a female voice, a familiar female voice. "Andrei, did you do it?" For some reason, this voice reminded me of someone I met. It clicked a button in my head. A name that made me question the truth about her. After what happened to me and the reason why my body is aching me. The reason why I was in the hospital for a whole week. The name Elizabeth.

"beth?" I spoke, questioning the woman behind the phone. I waited and waited but no response. It was dead silence. I took the phone away from my ear and looked at the screen, but the call was still going. I frowned and put the phone back to my ear. Still, no response. I grew impatient. "Elizabeth!!" I yelled her name and heard a shriek. It is her. I clenched my teeth as my anger started building up. This woman was involved all along but all I needed was evidence to prove it and now I have it, right here on the phone.

"Where is Andrei?" I heard her speak, her voice shaking, clearly nervous, not expecting me to be the one who responded. "So that's his name." I spoke, remembering his pale dry skin and lifeless eyes. Those eyes will haunt me, I know they will. I never saw a dead man's eyes in my whole life. Let alone a dead human's eyes. Words are not fit to describe the emptiness inside, his black orbs no longer shining from the light but more dull and empty. Emotionless with despair. Pain doesn't existed to the soulless eyes and numb can not describe it perfectly. No words is what I can say to his eyes. No words. A lot of people say the eyes are the windows to the soul. You can see what's inside and read a person's mind but how can you read a dead human's mind if they have no soul inside? how do you expect the dead eyes? They're unimaginable.

"Where is he?" I heard a firm angered tone and I shook my thoughts away. I thought of the perfect words to tell her. I have to be careful with the words I choose. They're are two ways that I can pick to handle the situation; I can yell, taunt and scream out my frustrations and misery or I can stay calm, think rationally and pick up the reasonable side. I decided to head for the latter. "He's no longer here. He was found dead in the street as the ambulance came and took him away." I answered while biting my tongue to stop myself from calling her names.