#Chapter37
For years I have wished for death to snatch me in its slimy claws, back to my family. A guilt that ate me up each time I close my eyes to sleep getting vivid images of Lucien taking the bullet for me, momma protecting me from getting killed as her screams still ring in my ears to this date each time I fall asleep. Fear grip me tight knowing my child will not live to see the day break. Nor to ever see Elijah again, a man I hated but turned out to love more than anything I dreamed.
My eyes clench shut close wrapping my arms on my stomach in a protective stance hearing the gun shots. The loud thud echoes in the room, it isn't me. Slowly my eyes flies open looking down at my feet were the dead impersonating doctor laid, eyes empty and hollow. My breath hitch raising my gaze past the shiny shoes trailing up to the expensive trench coat locking gaze with a definite piercing grey of Elijah.
