Suicide Note

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Christopher...

Giving the car one last push, I grunt and take a step back. Rocky stands by my side as we watch it tip off of the cliff. The harsh sound of it hitting the water, it echoes through the night, makes me flinch and I look over at him. His head slowly turns towards me after watching the car sink and it seems as if things are moving in slow motion.  "We did it..." He whispers causing me to give him a light smile. Extending his hand out to me, he smiles also as I reach for the limb. Rocky digs into his pocket and pulls out a set of car keys before pressing the unlock button on them. After fleeing from Trey's home, we made our way over to the cemetery where we then paid the guy working the grave shift to load our car with two bodies.

Soon we fled from there also and brought the car up on a cliff near the drive in.  We then proceeded to set the car on fire, allowing the bodies to burn a significant amount, enough to make them unrecognizable, before pushing it off the edge. One may ask, how did they set the car on fire and then go over a cliff? I had everything planned for any suspicions that may arise in regards to our 'suicide'. A detailed letter lay on my bed for my mother to find in the morning when she comes to wake me for breakfast. The ending tells her that I've paid a man to set the car on fire after we've fallen asleep from the sleeping pills. Once we were burned 'he' was instructed to push us over.

I know that I'm hurting her, I do, but I need to be free, start over. Rocky was the only person that I could be completely free with. Slowly, since we came up with the idea of faking our deaths, we'd both been saving money. Doing odd jobs around the neighborhood helped with the build up. I, over the same period of time, emptied my savings account that held three grand and Rocky stole from his mother's bank account, which she never checked because she made good money, resulting in another ten thousand for us. All together we had sixteen thousand, more than enough to get us on our feet when we get to Miami.

We thought about leaving the country altogether, but we both knew that there was no way that we'd survive. Luckily for us, we'd found someone who got us fake birth certificates, passports, medical records, bank accounts, and social security cards. The death of Trey was perfectly staged. The notebook that lay on his bed this very second held all of my entries and at the end gives a description of what he and his friends did to me.

This places the blame for our dual suicide on him, leading to his own 'suicide'. Gripping my hand, Rocky pulls me from my thoughts. Fluttering my eyes over to him, I see a concerned look covering his beautiful chocolate face.
"You okay,baby?" He quizzes benevolently. I nod and raise his hand, bringing it to my lips.
'Yeah.. just thinking about how smart we are." I smile and he laughs lightly.
"I'm not going to lie... I was stressed out before we went through with this, but, now I'm glad that we did. I feel at ease." He expresses and I nod my head, agreeing with him.

"I know... I feel so much better now that everything is over." I reply as we pull cruise down the highway. We had a long drive ahead of us and honestly, I wasn't looking forward to it.
"It's late, babe. Do you want to stop at a motel in a couple of hours?" I ask, rubbing the top of his hand with my thumb.
"Sounds good, I'm fucking beat." He mumbles and I bring his hand up, kissing it again.
"You deserve to get some sleep, you did a lot of hard work today." I smile over at him and he quickly leans over to kiss my lips. I bite into my bottom one and admire him as he continues to drive.
"Staring at me like that is bound to start something that I'm entirely too tired to finish." He suddenly comments after about ten minutes and I blush.
"I'm sorry... I just love you so much." I whisper, amazed that he can make me feel the way he does.

  Smiling he looks over at me, his eyes filling with tears, causing me to sit up.
"Baby... what's wrong?" I ask and he veers to the side of the road, stopping the car.
"I never had anyone in my life that actually cared for me, then here you come. Just your presence alone makes me happy. Even when I'm pissed off at you I want to just have you laying with me, running your hands through my hair as you tell me stupid little stories. Anyway... I'm just so happy that you're with me and in the future I hope we don't break apart. I will never be able to find love like the love we have." He vents.