Chapter 9
“Flames and fire sear my every nerve as I act simply on instinct.”
The sound of a gun going off plays over the speakers of my computer, startling me from my sleep.
I scan all of the cameras quickly, stopping on the screen that should show me her room.
It gives me nothing, and I cannot see them anywhere else in the apartment.
I skip to the last images of the footage that I have of her falling asleep next to Eva.
Clenching my teeth, I breathe through the irritation at sharing her and watch the video in fast forward until they wake up.
I see it then, the way she feels rejected is written all over her face as Eva tries to compose herself in a professional manner.
The hurt is followed by tears, each one cuts me deeper than the last. I knew how much all of this was going to hurt her, but I didn’t know of any other options.
In anger, I slam my fist down on the desk and watch in fast forward, trying to figure out why the camera is out.
A split moment is all it takes to steal my breath from me.
Claire grabbed Eva’s gun.
SHE FUCKING GRABBED IT TO POINT IT AT HERSELF.
What. The. Fuck.
I can barely breathe as I watch Eva negotiate with her. Then the girls wrestle for the gun, and I swear I can feel the pressure in my head go up as the gun goes off and takes the camera out. I can’t tell if it hit her.
My heart is beating out of my chest as I am on the move. Running for my girl. She can hate me all that she wants, but I need to know that she is alive. Eva better have kept her alive.
I am coming, beautiful.