Love

Ch 28: Un cuchillo en mi corazón (A Knife In My Heart)

Zoe awoke with a start that night…she looked over…2:29am. She turned to see Beck sound asleep, with a lazy arm around her stomach.

He had a smile across his lips. She snuck out of his arms and left the room, only in her large sweater that went off her left shoulder and tiny pajama shorts, with long pink socks that went to her knees.

Her hair was down her back and over her shoulders. She had a blank look on her face as she opened the front door to their small home and ran out into the dark night without a look back.

Beck heard the front door open and saw no Zoe beside him. He gasped.

"No!" He jumped from the bed, grabbing a shirt to go over his bare torso and he grabbed his car keys, going after his wife.

"Zor!" He locked the front door and jumped in his car. He dialed a number and let it ring before a familiar voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Detective Maxwell! My wife has either been kidnapped or she left the house!" Beck screamed into the phone, leaving the driveway, searching for any sign of Zoe.

"Shit! I was afraid of this! Where would she go?"

"I don't know! I didn't hear any cars leave, so I think she left on her own two feet."

"Beck…I'll meet you at the graveyard. Zoe's grave."Click.

"Her grave?" Beck asked with confusion, but realized he was talking to no one, so he threw his phone into the passenger seat as he speeded towards the graveyard where he had buried his wife once before. "Zoe, please be okay."

…

Zoe ran into the graveyard, going unnoticed by the groundskeeper, and ran quietly to her gravesite that was guarded off by yellow tape.

Light posts weren't close, but she could still see as she saw a familiar figure sitting next to the open grave.

"Danny!" She called out, stopping a few feet away.

Robbie jumped up and turned to her, his face turning paler than normal and his heart racing.

"Zoe! How did you- why are you- go home!"

"I need the truth!" Zoe told him, still having a strange blank expression on her face, which scared Robbie a little. "You were my best friend and ex."

"You were the love of my life since we met when we were 13 years old and I raped and murdered you." Robbie told her. "What's your point, Zoe?"

"You're not a cold blooded killer like everyone is saying." Zoe said gently.

"I know you have mental illnesses that no one else knows about…I know about your double personality disorder. Robbie Shapiro didn't kill me. Rex did. You're other self."

Robbie was shocked and stunned that she knew so much about him. Didn't she used to be the ditzy one of the group?

"Robbie, tell me…did you resurrect me? Did you bring me back to life? Please tell me. I need to know."

"No, it wasn't me." Robbie walked a little closer to her, shocked she wasn't backing away or moving at all.

"I admit that I, also…Rex, did hurt and kill you…but I'm not the one that dug you up and resurrected you. I am a bit afraid of this though." He studied her emotionless expression.

"Who are you? You aren't Zoe, are you?" When Zoe didn't answer him, he stepped back.

"You aren't…are you an angel? Are you coming back to avenge Zoe's death?"

"I am Zoe…just not exactly the same." Zoe looked down to her toe-socks.

"I don't feel like Zoe. I know I am, but not the same. I feel different. I don't feel…human. I know I am human, because when Jade hit me today –don't ask-, she did hurt me…I felt a sting.

When I had pneumonia in the hospital, I felt the congestion in my lungs and the pain in my head. I am human, but I don't feel the same way I used to before I died.

Like I woke up from bed 20 minutes ago…with the same bursting pain when you stabbed my heart with that knife. I feel that a lot. I sometimes walk around, feeling like there's a knife in my heart." Zoe looked to him, putting her hands on her heart.

"I'm only a human, walking around with a knife in my heart."

Robbie was beyond speechless. "Zoe…"

Zoe let one tear fall. "I need to know what's happening to me."

Before anybody could speak, two pairs of headlights came into the graveyard and came towards Zoe.

Robbie had already fled the scene quickly, leaving Zoe alone there. Zoe turned around, seeing Beck jump out of his car, screaming her name.

That's the last thing she remembered before seeing all darkness.

Beck grabbed her before she hit the ground and cradled her quickly in his arms.

"Zoe!" He called her name, but realized she was out. Seeing no injuries to her body, he turned to Maxwell, who had his gun out just in case.

"Why did she come here? How did you know she was going to come here?"

Maxwell made sure no one else was around before putting his gun away.

"Mr. Oliver, your wife came to me in a dream. She told me that the grave would reveal something."

"What does it reveal?" Beck asked, wanting to have some information, since he has been lost most of the day.

"How is my wife alive and breathing?"

"Maybe she isn't." Maxwell sighed. "I honestly don't think the woman in your arms is your wife. Something supernatural is going on here and it's making me nervous. But I'm almost positive that she's not your wife."

Beck looked angry at his words. "Shut up!" He snapped.

"You shut up! This is my wife! I have my wife back! No one will take her away again!" With that, he stomped to his car, leaving Maxwell alone there.

Maxwell looked around the grave after Beck and Zoe left, using a flashlight. Seeing nothing, he decided to leave to wait until morning to search it, but then he hard rustling in the bushes close to Zoe's grave.

"Who's there?" He called out, getting his gun out. "Show yourself!" He saw something shiny, so he went deeper into the bushes and trees. He saw a small makeshift campsite.

"Daniel Matthews…you feel so guilty about the murder you hide out here, do you?" He called out, not hearing anything else. "I'll find you, Shapiro!"

…

Beck sat up in his bed, not being able to fall back asleep for he was scared Zoe would runaway again. He thought about Maxwell' words. They kept ringing in his head.

"I honestly don't think the woman in your arms is your wife. Something supernatural is going on here and it's making me nervous. But I'm almost positive that she's not your wife."

"No…" Beck let his tears fall from his eyes, watching Zoe as she slept.

"You have to be my wife…I won't be able to go on if I lose you again. I'll die of a broken heart."

Beck realized how much he's been so strong through everything and decided to let everything out at once. He sobbed silently as he kneeled to the ground.