LOVING FIERCELY

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Felicia's POV

You are the only one that can put a stop to this madness

I trashed my closet looking for the same handbag I had used the day I met Anna. Finding the bag, i turned it upside down, allowing it's content fall out. Still not finding what I was looking for, I deserted the closet to look in my bedside drawer. Shuffling the documents and envelopes I saw a copy of my divorce paper with Jon. Staring at it for a while, i threw it behind me continuing my search. My hands felt the steel body of the gun laying flat under the piles of paper. Making sure I engaged the slide lock, I dropped the handgun's magazine. Sliding the magazine open, I confirmed the weapon was loaded. Satisfied, I looked around the room one last time. Taking a deep breath, I jogged back to the car.

It takes forever to make decision -- It takes a seconds to carry out the action in your mind. I caught a glimpse of the gun laying on top of the office envelope on the passenger seat beside me. Pulling the gear, I stepped on acceleration with a eager aura.

I pulled the car into the parking lot. Aware there was surveillance around, a confident suicidal feeling washed through my mental body. I knew what I was going to do and I was going to do it right without any regret or consequence. For the very first time in my entire life i made a courageous decision without attaching fear or distrust of self. A while ago I dug into Ashton knowing more his about his whereabouts, I was ready for some action - real action. The steel made contact with my back skin as I secured the gun with my jean's waistband. I left the car key in the ignition leaving the gear on park. I hopped out the car. Each step I took had a resile to it. Every air I exhaled had a message to the atmosphere around. Each blink brought me closer to my not so far goal. I walked into the police station, surveying the room for my death partner. Ashton was not in sight.

"I'm here to see Ashton?" I asked the clerk.

"He's right around the building".

I left before the man could ask any other questions. Circling the building, I found Ashton not faraway from the parking lot. He seemed busy with a police vehicle. Approaching him, i pulled out the gun ready for my own world war.

"ASHTON !!" I yelled. When he looked up I pulled the trigger. Pretending he was the bull's eye I released the bullet.

"This for Anna.." I said shooting again.

"This is for my son.."

the first bullet landed on his left thigh causing him to lose balance -- the second bullet landed on his right arm. Ashton reached for his gun with his good arm.

"Asshole this is for me". Before I could pull the trigger again Ashton's bullet landed west my left abdomen. Pushed back by the pain, I fired the last shot aiming at his chest. Throwing the gun at him, I left the envelope beside his almost unconscious body. I dragged my almost lifeless body to the car. The police station and Ashton drew distant as I drove away.

I felt the huge burden leave me instantly but my job was not complete. I was restless due to the blood gushing from my punctured abdomen. I place my hand slightly on wound adding pressure to it. The drive to the creek was the brief ride -- as if it knew it was -
I was sure in the cops were after me now , who wouldn't??

The gray Porsche rolled on with on control slowly crashing its way into the creek. I let go of my seatbelt closing my eyes tightly. My last prayer..... my last wish disappeared with me as the vehicle tumbled repeatedly plunging into the water. My head landed on the dashboard, my body crashing on the front window as the air bag let loose.

That was it....everything was setting loose including myself..... Pain became nonexistent

Earlier that day

Tears rolled down my eyes continuously when I remembered I was not going to keep my promise to my mother. Her confident talks - solemn advices became useless as I wrote down the words from my heart. I have never appreciated pen and paper more as my hands held the pen, putting the strokes and dots in the designated areas.

Slowly I recalled all my dearest ones.

Gina .... Jon, my heart bopped to the emotions swelling within me. The tears dried on my cheek, the muscles around my jaw became hard with discomfort as I tried to endure my feeling and put it down on paper, My throat was parched, my salivary gland forgot how to make its specialty. The thought of leaving Tanney so early feared me but I was assured he would be given the best with me gone.

What happened to the me who wanted freedom?
She got her freedom??

What happened to the woman who wanted to raise her son without leaving him lacking?

I wasn't crying because of death, I felt sorry towards my family whom i was just leaving a bare note too. .

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