Lavender [Completed] #Wattys2018 (Under Editing)

10: Dernier jour à Paris

"Nick? Nick, are you there?"

Yes, I'm here, I should have said. I felt my mouth open to respond, but no sound came out.

She finally woke up. The woman who saved me, who lifted me when I sank to the bottom, the woman who accompanied me in the darkest and darkest moments of my life.

Jenny.

Of course I was happy. I was sure Jenny won't wake up ever again. I was ready to cut her off the machines...

I have to go see her, right away. But I also felt guilty.

The timing of things was terrible. Now I had to deal with this dilemma: to support Lavender and help her catch The Boss, or fly back to the States to see Jenny.

And what was even worse was that Lavender began to open up to me. Who knows if I will leave her now after what has been said she'll ever let me get close to her again.

"Nick, are you there, answer me!"

I had to make up my mind fast.

It's a chance that after I support Lavender I will be considered a traitor in the country, and then I won't be able to enter the borders of the United States again.

I won't see Jenny ever again.

I owe her, after all the time she supported me. She will undergo a terrible rehabilitation, and she will need me on her side.

But my voice broke when I said, "I'm on my way, I'm going to buy a ticket for the first flight to the State."

***

~ 2 Years Ago ~

"To kill your boss? You must be kidding me." I stared into her eyes, trying to ignore the gun aimed at my head as I tried to think if it was a trap.

On the other hand, she had already caught me. She has no apparent reason to trap me.

"Yes, to kill him, what is so hard to understand in what I said?" She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Why would you want to kill him?" I asked curiously.

"It's none of your business. Start moving." She pushed me forward, and I stumbled and fell on my face.

"Brat." She spat, and kicked me.

She wasn't kidding, her kicks are better, I thought as I got up, starting to walk as she pushed me forward.

"I'm not going to explain my plan to you, but know that you will probably not get out alive." She said in an expressionless voice.

Good to know, I thought cynically, but didn't respond to her.

She stopped in front of a door that looked like a heavy safe, and said casually, "Do you have a wife? Children? Girlfriend? Maybe a boyfriend?"

"No." I said, a bit confused by her question.

"Then it will make things easier for me." Before I could wonder about the meaning of her words she opened the door abruptly, pushed me forward and slammed it hard behind her, locking the door and putting the key in her pocket.

"Look what I've been fishing, a useless leech." She said, pushing me forward, knocking me to the floor.

When I raised my head, I saw that I was in a big, dark place that looked a bit like a parking lot.

I saw an old man sitting on a wooden chair, his pale blond hair pulled back and graying on the sides of his head. He was shaved, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.