Forever Found | a sequel

3 | Like You Were Never Gone

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Aubrey Valentina

It was a cool March afternoon at 3:30 when I left the house. I told Mom I was going out to the shops. She reluctantly allowed me to go, and told me to be safe.

I had lied to her though. I wasn't going to the shops. I was going to Dad's warehouse. While he was on a business trip in South America, only two guards were left to made sure to Sergei never left captivity. Dad hasn't let me see him, he could sense I wanted to get my revenge. I have just been left haunted with the vivid memories— every night I was kept from a good night's sleep.

Finally, I reached the door. After opening it silently, I found myself around the corner from two guards chatting away.

I caught the first one off guard when I hit him upside the head with my dad's Glock 43. The other guard almost took me down but I kneed him where the sun didn't shine and hit him upside the head as well.

I took the key chain from his belt loop and walked into the cell, where Sergei looked up at me in confusion.

I watched the clock tick.

3:45 p.m.

The smell of blood was clear in the air. Two bodies gone, one left. It's been four months of pure torture knowing he was still alive. Dad had constantly told me "There's nothing to worry about principessa." Well, when you can't sleep you tend to worry about everything.

I can't take it anymore.

I had to killed him.

I had to.

I looked back at his disgusting face. His eyes looked pleadingly. "I'm so so sorry Valentina."

I felt angered. "You aren't sorry Sergei! Don't you understand what you've done to me? I could have been happy, but you did this to me! You allowed it."

I paced around him, my fingers clutching my father's gun. The guards could wake up at any time now.

I needed to act quickly.

"You are an asśhole, you know that!?"

I took the switch blade and waved it in front of his face. He flinched slightly, as if he could possibly get away.

I looked at the clock once more.
I had about 10 more minutes.

He looked up at me. "You don't have to do this Valentina. You're young, please just put the weapons down."

I would forever hate his voice. "You didn't have to ruin me Sharapov. You ruined me. You were right when you said my family would never love me... I see the way they look at me. They see me as 'little, broken ruined Valentina.' They don't know how to act around me. AND IT IS YOUR FAULT!"

Tik.

Tok.

Tik.

Tok.

It was 3:50 p.m.

He sat there and just watched me as the warmand tears dripped down my face. "It's been like you were never gone... you haven't left my head once. I can't get you out. I just see you, and Natasha, and Zach. Oh, you all just haunt my mind. No wonder no one has came to get you all back, cause you're not worth it. No one loves you, just like no one loves me..."

I took the knife and plunged it in his leg. He howled in agony and pain. "It doesn't feel good, does it?"

He kept silent.

"Well does it?!" I asked once more.

"No," he seethed.

I looked at him and smiled. I took out the knife and stabbed him again, this time in his abdomen.

He started to cough out blood. "Please stop."

But I didn't. "Since when did you start begging for life Sharapov?"

Before he could answer I pulled the blade out which cause him to yell.

Stab
Stab
Stab

And then I took the safety latch off of the gun and aimed for his forehead.

"Any last words?"

"Valentina!" shouted one of the guards.

As Sergei choked on his own blood, the guard looked up to me. "Please stop, your  father wouldn't want you to do this."

"I don't care what he thinks!" I screamed back, aiming the gun at Sergei.

Sergei laughed manically. "It was all worth it, you know..."

And with that said I shot two bullets between his eyes... or so I tried to.

"It's jammed."

While I stared at the gun in my own little world, I felt a dry, coarse hand grasp my neck. I choked... my throat  felt tight as it burned painfully. How had his hands gotten free in a matter of seconds?

"L-let go," I pleaded hoarsely. I could feel the world getting darker around me as I suffocated to my death. I should've stayed home.

Right when he was about to say something the ringing of a fired bullet was present in the room. I dropped to the floor like a bag of bricks, gasping for air. And on top of me, was his dead body, covering me in blood. I squirmed as I cried profoundly.

The two guards rushed to me. "Let's get you out of here."

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! Help me... please... Momma help me I just want it to go away..."

"Shhh Aubrey. You're okay, I'm here now. It's Tyler... it was just a dream, just a nightmare," he said as he held me close on the small twin mattress.

It wasn't just a dream, it was me reliving the past. I was able to burry this memory deep in my brain, despite my eidetic memory. My demons were resurfacing. I could feel them all around me, like they were never gone in the first place.

I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down. I wanted my family to hold me close. I knew they loved me, and I loved them. Oh, how I already missed them.

I gripped onto Tyler's shoulders. "Thank you."

I felt his head shake. "No don't worry. It's okay. You'll be fine."

But I would never be just fine.

I would never be just okay.

But that's something I could deal with eventually in the near future... I hope.