Habits

Chapter 3 ~ A Blessing And A Curse~

Jay and I have been having this secret love scandal going on fora couple of weeks.

To my knowledge, Slim doesn't know anything about it. I was finally fired from work; I didn't really care so I beenspending a significant amount of time at home with Jay.

I recently just got a tattoo with him. It was beauty and the beast.

I had a rose on my wrist while he had claw marks. I loved him, and for the first time in my life I can be certain that he loves me too.

We were walking in the busy streets of New York. We told Slim we were looking for me another job, but I know we can all agree that was a lie.

Jay's hand slipped into mind and interlocked his fingers with mine.He kissed my cheek, earning a bright smile from me. We made ourway to the park and sat down on one of the benches.

"I've noticed something about you."

He spoke after a short period of silence. I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to continue.

"You haven't beendoing any needles since we been together." I looked down and gave a small smile. "I guess that's what being happy does to you. When you're genuinely happy, you don't need a stimulant."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "I'm glad I make you happy baby. Now, about this school subject. Do you want to look into while we're out here?"

I bit my lip then eventually said yes.

We went to many different places finding colleges I would possibly want to attend, I found 3 that caught my eye.

The sun was setting, we held hands as we walked slowly through the park. "You know, I feel like if we keep this up, I just might quit the drugs and go sober."

He looked at me with a surprised expression.

"Are you serious?" I nodded. He smiled and hugged me. Picking me up and spinning me around.

He placed me down on my feet and gave me a deep, passionate kiss.Suddenly, I hear a series of gun shots, back to back behind him.Then, he pulled back and looked me in my eyes as his body dropped.

My body froze, my heart pounded.

His blood was on my shirt. A car's tired shrieked as the car sped off. I looked at Jason's body bleeding out in front of me on the concrete.

Tears escaped my eyesand I started shaking. I can hear the commotion of people rushingtowards us.

I fell to my knees and felt his wounds.

I checked his pulse. It was weak, he was slowly dying.

I tried keeping my nerve and keep from crying uncontrollably. I took off my shirt and placed it on his wounds and people around me were yelling, screaming, calling 911, and trying to help.

"What happened?" a man asked me.

I looked up at him with a tear stained face. My mouth was open, but no words came out. I broke down in a frenzy.

My boyfriend was possibly shot to death.

By whom? For what? I would never know. All I know is that I was goingto lose him.

My one void of happiness, slowly washing away. I wokeup, I was in a bright room, laying on a cold steel table.

I must've passed out at the park.

I sat up and looked around, my eyes straining, trying to adjust to the bright lights in the room. I groaned and rubbed my face, but noticed I was cuffed to a table.