Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

30 | Hail

Chris's POV

"I can't continue to keep this in. I feel like I'm being torn apart from the inside. My brain is going a mile a minute and I can't control it. I have to push through it but it's so hard. I miss him. I miss Ryan. We may have fought but he was always there for me. He was my one of my only real friends...I keep the wall up as much as I can, for the sake of the others around me, but I can't do it anymore. I can't keep lying and holding everything in. It hurts. I lied to Ricky the other night. He asked if I was okay. I told him I was, but...I'm not. I'm so far from." I whispered into the darkness. The only other sound in the room was the steady beeping of the hospital machinery keeping Michael alive. "I miss you too. I'm worried about you. There's a pretty good chance you won't wake up from this. You have to, Mike. It's been weeks. I can't lose both of you. I can't go through this shit again."

I pressed my fingers to my temples, hoping it would ease the migraine that was setting in.

"You're so stupid. You fucked up so bad. But I'm not even angry. I just want you to come out of this. I want you to come home. I can't lose you too. I can get all the charges cleared. I'll fix everything. Please, just wake up..."

I moved a shaky hand up to push his hair out of his face.

"I'm doing everything I can to find him. I'm gonna kill him for what he did. He deserves everything that's coming his way. I'm gonna destroy him, Michael. I'm systematically killing off his entire team, until he's the only one left. I'm gonna take from him, what he took from me. Everything." I growled. "I will tear the world apart if I have to. I will do whatever I have to do. I will find him, and I will kill him."

I stood up, placing a hand on Michael's forehead.

"I love you."

I left the hospital room, turning the lights back on as I did.

I went out to my car and just sat there for a few. I couldn't go back to Ricky like this. I don't want to upset him.

I want to fucking hurt someone. I need to get my anger out.

And I know where someone I want to hurt is.

I was waiting but now is a better time than ever.

His daughter still lives in Scranton.

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I pulled up outside the townhouse. I could see in her window. She was watching TV. She wasn't expecting anything.

Oh, I can't wait to see her face when she sees who I am. She probably doesn't remember me. She was so young. She still is. Just turned 18. Daddy bought her a pretty home and a fancy car. He paid for her to get into the best college in the city. This is gonna hurt him.

I got out of the car, closing the door quietly.

I walked up the steps and twisted the doorknob. I expected it to be locked, but it wasn't. Saves me the trouble of having to pick the lock.

I entered the house and locked the door behind me. I pulled my gun from it's holster, holding it in front of me. I moved through the house as silently as I could, until I found the room she was in.

She was blissfully unaware of what she had coming to her in the next few hours. She was fixiated on whatever bullshit show was on, completely oblivious to my presence.

I moved so that I was right behind her. In a swift movement, I grabbed her, covering her mouth and holding the gun to her head.

She immediatley froze, gasping softly.

"Here's how it's gonna go, sweetheart..." I breathed, sliding my gun down her neck. "You're gonna stay nice and quiet. If you try to run, I'm going to hurt you. You're going to do exactly as I say. Got it?"