Every Breath You Take

The Next Day (Arthit)

I watched over him all night, waking him every hour. He got very annoyed with me but with head trauma like that you can't be too careful. I'd never been so scared in my life as when I saw that man appear behind Kongpob. In an instant my life could have been over. Thank goodness Kongpob is fast, at least fast enough to get to the door and away from the edge. If he had gotten hit there, I would have lost him for sure.

Shooting Bomb was a bad choice, it really wasn't enough. I should have been smart and shot him in the leg, then I could have beat him to death instead of giving him the easy way out. I was too scared to think and my first priority was saving the love of my life. What a wasted opportunity.

One thing for sure, at the very least this involves Prim, Tut, and Bomb. Joy is the wildcard. I wouldn't be surprised though, she has been really aggressive towards us. This is all too much. To think these people who were supposedly my friends when I was younger have all plotted against me as an adult because I survived an accident that my best friend did not. What the hell is wrong with these people?

"Oon." Is said groggily beside me.

"Yeah babe. What do you need?" I ask in an uncharacteristically sweet tone.

"Water. Please." He says.

I get up and pour him a glass of water then hold the straw to his lips. He chokes after a sip so I pull the drink away.

"I'm fine. My throat is just really dry." He complains with a clearing cough.

I offer him another sip and he drinks slowly. I watch his every move. I've seen Kongpob sick and I've seen him hurt before but this is so different. Before he was hurt because of sports, this time someone hurt him. It makes me really angry.

I use my thumb to wipe his lips when he's finished drinking and he looks at me in surprise.I chuckle at his expression then place a quick kiss on his lips.

"What? No one's here to see it." I joke.

He smiles as he pats the bed beside him. I go sit there and look at him. He seems like he has something to say.

"Let's run away." He says seriously.

"What?" I question.

"Really, let's just leave. I'm sure they won't follow, especially with Senior helping us. I think once we're gone they'll just stop everything." He coaxes.

"You're wrong. They're murderers. Serial killers to be exact. Those types of killers don't stop just because. Even if they managed to kill me, they wouldn't stop. They'd find another story to follow." I tell him knowingly.

"Don't say that." He whispers.

"Say what?"

"That they'll kill you. My heart can't take it." He says looking at me sadly.

"You're heart? What about mine? I thought I was going to lose my mind on that rooftop." I tell him.

"We're not going to run. Once we piece everything together, we'll get them. I promise you." I say squeezing his hand.

He leans his head against me and sighs heavily. He looks defeated, something I've never seen in him before. This makes me angry too. Now these people are messing with my husband. I'm not sure they're going to be ready for the hell I intend to rain down on them. They think that I'm weak and passive, well I'm not that man. I'm neither weak nor forgiving. They will pay for this.

I look at the man that is resting on my shoulder. I manage to slide us down so he's resting on a pillow. I place my head on his chest and his hand naturally mingles in my hair. I squeeze him and bury my face into him. I inhale his scent and feel his warmth. What would have happened if I lost him? Without a doubt I would have killed three people whether or not they were involved.