Abigail
I awake and there are no voices and I'm grateful. All of sudden memories come flooding back and I jump out of my bed and run into the living room. I am immediately relieved to find Jake standing with his back towards me and he's leaning over the sink. His hands are clenched and he is breathing heavily.
"Jake?" I say more like a whisper. He turns around and there's blood all over him. I immediately run to him and run my hands over his body.
"Abigail, I'm okay. I took care of it." I lift his shirt up and find a bullet hole but it is all stitched up and I sigh. I walk into his arms and fall apart. I sob uncontrollably into his shirt and he wraps his arms around me.
"Jake, you could of died. Oh my gosh." I say through sobs.
"I didn't okay? I'm fine." He says, his tone laced with anger. I look up at him and his jaw in clenched and I back away and his gaze focuses on me.
"Why did you call him Ryan Rossi?" I ask as I walk to my couch and sit down.
"It was so obvious, I should of known. Same hair, same eyes and even same stupid fucking grin they always have. Fucking hell!" He roars and starts walking up and my living room.
"What are you talking about? What the fuck is going on? Why did you call him Ryan Rossi?" I ask one more time.
"For fucks sake, Abigail. He's Franco Rossi's son, the son of the person who murdered my mother, who was after my dad for years, who pretended to be my dad's best friend and he even runs a cartel and he tries to steel my business and that's not happening, I'm the most successful cartel leader in Seattle." He yells at me and my breath hitches.
'Runs a cartel?'
'the most successful cartel leader in Seattle?'
'Murder'?
As I process his words it finally sinks in, the sneaking around and secrets calls and 'meetings' he goes to. Franco Rossi, he was the man who I went to the hotel with. Tears fall but I'm not sad or even angry, I'm scared and disappointed.
As if he realizes what he said, he stops walking, turns around and I look up at him and his eyes are full of regret. I get up and walk into my room without uttering a single word to him, I slip a sweatshirt on, my uggs and walk out of my bedroom and grab my phone on the counter. He's now standing in front of door.
"Abigail you can't leave, I can explain." He says and I don't say anything, I just stare at the floor, tears falling down my face.
"Abigail, don't cry. Please baby." He says and reaches up to touch my face but I grab his hand before he can touch me and I squeeze it as hard as I can and he finally drops it to his side.
When he doesn't move, I decide to punch him in the balls and he groans in pain. That's when I make my move and run out of my door and dial Chrissy's number.
"Chrissy" I say hoarsely into the phone.
"Oh honey, what wrong?" She says and I hear Luke in the back telling her to put speaker on.
"Jake, he's, he's the leader of a cartel, a fucking cartel, guys. He even looked regretful when he blurted it out meaning he didn't want me to know and wasn't planning on ever telling me." I said and the line was silent.
"Maybe he had a good reason? Why don't you come to us so we can talk?" Chrissy says high pitched. Meaning she isn't telling me something.
"Chrissy, what do you know that I don't know?" I ask and after waiting 5 minutes for an answer Luke finally answers.
"We knew this already, that day when you were drugged, he pulled us outside of the hospital and told us, he told us not to tell you. Abigail hon-" He said and I stopped walking and cut him off.
"Are you fucking serious? I can't believe this. Should I pull the 'best friend' card? Blaming me for not telling you about Ryan but yet BOTH of you have known about this and didn't even tell me? What happened to being best friends?" I say and before they can respond I end the call and throw my phone on the road and run and run to god knows where.
***
I make my way down the fifth street tonight and finally I sit on the sidewalk. I've been walking for hours trying to clear my head and make sense of all of this but I can't. They all have been lying to me for months and to top it all off, Jake was never going to tell me any of this and that hurts. It makes my heart drop into my stomach for the fifth time tonight. Just as I was about to get up and start walking, I hear a car door close and I turn around and see Ryan walking up to me with 2 of his bodyguards and I know why they are here. He smiles at me and I bow my head.
"Not putting up a fight tonight?" He asks and I stay silent. His 2 bodyguards put a cloth over my mouth and soon I start to lose consciousness and just before I slip into the darkness Ryan says,
"You will never leave me again, Abigail."
***
My head is pounding and my body is so sore. As I open my eyes, the bright light makes me shut my eyes quickly. As I open and close them a few more times, I finally adjust to it. I look around and my breath hitches. I'm surrounded by blood. I look down at my body, thats tied to a chair and realize it's not my blood. I sigh but then a movement in the far corner catches my eye.
Over in the corner is a man, that looks like he is in his twenties and he shifts and moves over to me but as he is about to stand up, his body shakes and he falls back down on the floor and groans in pain.
"Run," he croaks as he then again shifts but doesn't stand he leans against the wall, "You, you will die like the rest of them." He says and then he takes his last breath and in that moment I know hes gone and I start to panic. I know study his features, his right eyes in bruised, his stomach is bleeding, mostly from a gun shot and his head has a big gash on the side of it. I know who did this and if I don't somehow escape, I will soon follow his path as well.
Ryan, you will not keep me here, I think to myself but just as I finish that thought, the door opens and in comes a smiling Ryan and walks over to me with a knife in his hand and I tense up and try and tug at the bands around my wrists but nothing happens.
"Jake, did that same thing just before I killed him. " He grins and my heart drops. As he plunges the knife into my right thigh, the only thought in my mind is,
Jake is dead.
With that thought, I give up fighting and just let him punch me. It's no use, I will soon be dead as well.
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