Chapter 11 - The Confrontation(s) - Part 2

 

Justin's Estate...

Hours later...

 

He sits quietly, void of any thoughts except one - she's gone. She left him. He's aware that this day was long overdue, especially with what he put her through these past years but, he thought, somehow if he changed for the better he'd get lucky.

He's clutching a glass of scotch in his hand. This is maybe his fifth or sixth drink. He's lost count. He just wants to forget some. Bringing a cigarette up to his moist lips, he takes a long drag holding the smoke in longer than necessary before he exhales.

His eyes are swollen and burning since he's been tearing non-stop. But he doesn't care. There's no one around to see how weak he is, how weak he's become. Maybe he shouldn't wallow in his misery but really, there's no one here to tell him otherwise. The one person he wishes was here is long gone...

 

I'm half gone cause my lady ain't here (no)
I been smoking and drinking, just sitting here in my chair (yeah)
Tears are steady fallin', I can't make em' stop. I keep falling deeper baby
I ain't been the same since you left with my heart (no, nah)

 

He thought that all he had to do was right his wrongs and show everyone that he was capable of caring. Still, after all of his efforts, he's alone...again.

He's not blaming karma this time. He has no one but himself to blame. He just doesn't deserve to be happy. He knows nothing about being a good partner to someone or even a good father. His opportunities for learning these essential things are constantly ripped away from him.

 

One minute it was good the next it was bad.
I wonder what happened to what we had
Girl you just left me without a sign
I need you back before I lose my mind.

 

So now, now he's just sitting, at the foot of his winding stairway, staring at his closed front door, wishing, hoping she'd come back. But he knows deep down in his aching heart that she's not going to. It's been three going on four hours now since she left. She's not coming back. Sure, he kicked her out at the last minute, but, only because he couldn't face her or himself.

 

Girl I'm fall-in' and I can't get up baby
(I'm) fall-in' and I can't get up baby
(I'm) fall-in' and I can't get up babe, I'm falling deeper, deeper...deeper.

 

He said things, things he didn't know he was capable of saying or feeling. He was confused and mortified by what it all meant when he uttered those words, professing an emotion he long buried years ago. He's still perplexed by it all, but only because of the fear that's now looming in his system. It's fear of the truth...that he knows...he's certain that he indeed loves her. The thought alone makes him shudder. How can he love her and still hurt her the way he has? He has no clue. He's just twisted and really crazy like that.

 

I got everything but I don't have you
I can't help but think about the things we used to do
Don't wanna hang in the streets cause I don't wanna find no one new
Girl you got ya hooks in me, got me stuck like glue

 

Sure, she knows he never meant to hurt her and he was just trying to push her away because of a past he had to endure. But still, is that even a valid excuse for all the things he's done? He doubts it.

Sighing, he brings his palms up to his face, scratching at his stubble then smoothing his hands over his head before he takes a large gulp of his lethal substance. He wonders if he could just slip a little poison into his drink and let it take effect, if he'll be destined to hell for committing suicide. He's almost tempted to find out. He's a complete mess all because of her...Diane.

 

One minute it was good the next it was bad (next it was bad)
I wonder what happened to what we had (to what we had)
Girl you just left me without a sign (without a sign)
I need you back before I lose my mind ...

 

He's been sitting here for about three hours. His butt is starting to cramp up and he's becoming antsy. He needs to do something about the mess he's caused. He needs to get her and his baby girl back. He won't allow them to walk out of his life. He won't lose the people he cares about this time around, not if he can help it. He can't be alone again. If he is, he'll die in more ways than one. He knows he will because he's been falling for a long time now, spiraling into a dark bottomless pit of despair.

 

Girl I'm fall-in' and I can't get up baby
I'm fall-in' and I can't get up baby.
I'm fall-in' and I can't get up babe
I'm fall-in' deeper, deeper...deeper.

 

There's no one there to catch him, to save him. But he's sure, if given a fair chance, she could catch him, she could save him...if he'd just get over his self and let her in.

 

Can you come catch
Me because I think that I've reached the end of my rope.
Girl, I just refuse to believe that we've reached the end of the road.

 

The only way he's going to solve any of this mess is to end what he started years ago when his father was killed. There is only one way to ensure that this doesn't come back to him again. He has to end all ties with the pains in his behind. And right now, he has two colossal pains better known as JC and Grant. There won't be any talking this time around. He's going to make sure that they never put another female through the things he knows they have.

There's no other way...he has to end this. He has to put an end to this madness before it's too late. And, he has to get his Di back, because without her, everything will be worth absolutely nothing to him anymore.

 

Girl I'm fall-in' and I can't get up baby.
I'm fall-in' and I can't get up baby.
I'm fall-in' and I can't get up babe,
I'm fall-in' deeper, deeper...deeper.
(oh-oh--oh-oh)
said I need you baby,
I can't live without yah
Girl...

 

Blinking back his tears, Justin finishes his glass of alcohol and outs his cigarette. He can feel the buzz of his intoxication as he stands to stretch out his limbs. He's still in just his white swimming trunks that are almost dry now. There's a light ache in his body from his poor sitting position. Wiping at his face, he smoothes his hands over his bare chest, trying to figure out what his next move should be.

The show is over by now and he's expecting his girls to be home shortly. He should maybe get Ronnie and Jacob on the phone but he has no intensions of going in search of JC and Grant just yet. He'll deal with them tomorrow after he's cleared his thoughts and can get a good night's sleep.

Maybe he should call Rachel's. She should be home now and he can check to see if Diane and Courtney are safe. Yeah, that's a good idea.

But first, he needs put on some clothes to shelter his body from the chilly night's air.

 

 

Getting into his bedroom, Justin strips himself of his swimming trunks and heads into his bathroom to take a quick shower.

About twenty minutes later, he's showered, fresh and fully dressed in some long jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

He's wondering if he should skip calling Rachel and just head over to her place instead. He knows that Diane begged him for space, but he can't help but feel like there are walls closing in around him. The longer he stays here knowing she's gone, the more desperate he becomes with wanting to bring her home.

He'll make things right, he'll show her that he's sorry. It's going to take the rest of his life to make up for what he's put her through but he's willing to take on that challenge.

Then his cell phone rings.

Groaning, Justin walks over to where his phone is situated on top of his nightstand. Grabbing the object, he flips it open and presses the talk button already annoyed with whoever is calling him right now.

"What?" He spits harshly into the line, not caring about who is on the other end.

"Is this Justin?" The person inquires firmly.

Frowning at the faint familiarity in the person's voice, Justin just scowls not in the mood to play any games with anyone.

"Who wants to fucking know? Look if you're some reporter looking for a story you can just shove your questions up your..." but the person interrupts him with a loud gasp.

"Justin that is no way to talk to your Mother! I am still your mother no matter how old you get." The woman scolds shocking Justin into silence. Is this some sick twisted joke? Is someone playing a prank on him because he'll hunt them down and...

"I'm sorry what?" He chokes out in a state of confusion.

"You are one hard person to get a hold of, but thankfully I was finally able to contact Hugh and he gave me your number." She explains before laughing lightly and sure enough, Justin recognizes her giggle instantly.

Feeling like the air is knocked right out of his lungs, he instantly takes a seat on the edge of his bed as his eyes grow wide in astonishment.

This is not happening, not now. Oh god, like he didn't have enough on his plate, past memories begin flooding his mind leading up to the last time he ever saw his mother and the argument they had about his father.

"M...mom?" Justin chokes out, feeling his throat tighten as a wave of nausea washes over him.

"Justin, I've been so worried about you...for years. Why didn't you ever contact me? You just disappeared never to be heard of again. Do you know what that did to me!?" She screams out in frustration, happy that she can finally hear her son's voice but angry that he estranged himself from the rest of his family. "After what happened to your father..."

"Just stop mother!" Justin belts, cutting her off. "I'm not a little kid anymore. You disowned me if I remember clearly so why the fuck are you calling now?" He snaps bitterly. "What, do you want money or something?" He chides.

"No Justin! I called because I missed you and I was worried about you for so long. When I found out that your father's business was doing so well in Las Vegas, I thought about coming over there to see you." She explains but Justin just jeers at her poor excuse.

"Let me guess, but you was just too preoccupied with your perfect life right?"

"No because I've been sick and too weak to leave..." She simply states with no emotion present in her voice.

Not knowing what to say to that, Justin suddenly feels an instant pang in his heart by her admittance. The realization that he or his mom could have died without them ever seeing or speaking to each other hitting him dead on. "S...sick?" He mutters, pressing the phone against his ear as his breathing deepens and he hunches forward.

"I had breast cancer, but I'm in remission now so I'm a fighter. I didn't call for your sympathy Justin. I called because I miss my son and I wanted to apologize for all those years ago when you were just sixteen. I didn't mean anything I said, you need to know that I was only upset and heartbroken. I never meant to pass my stress out on you Justin. With your father incident I knew you must have been terrified. I've been broken ever since not knowing if you were even still alive until I learnt of you running your father's business. I just want to...see you again, at least hold you one last time..." She drifts off, her voice cracking as tears build in her system.

Rendered speechless, Justin rubs his free hand over his face as he battles with what type of response to give to that. He of all people knows that apologizing doesn't heal the wounds that dig deep into your soul when the damage has been done. Still, it's his mother and knowing that she's been sick is making him slowly drop his defenses. He's lost so much time with her already and he's not sure how much time they even have left. But he's still in a state of shock by this surprise call.

Usually, he'd tell her to go fuck her self and hang up, but this exploration into his emotions and being a decent human being is slowly taking over. So, he does something he never thought he'd do after he walked out on his mother all those years ago...

"Where are you Ma?" He inquires.

There's a pause and a sigh of relief before she answers cheerfully. "I'm in California baby. I...I married Rocky you remember him don't you?" How could he forget Rocky? "Well I married him and we...you...you have a little sister Justin. She, god she reminds me of you so much. I've always told her about her bigger brother and she's been asking about you so much and I couldn't...tell her anything because I didn't even know if you were still alive and god I'm sorry." She trails off before sniffling loudly.

Justin hates to say it, but her downhearted state is really getting to him. "Ok, ok mom it's cool. Listen, why don't you give me your address and phone number and I'll see to how I can maybe send you guys a ticket to fly up here ok because I can't leave right now." He explains, listening as his mother excitedly rattles out their address and what's been going with her for the last few years.

All Justin can do is sit and listen in awe, mentally storing every piece of information for a later use, hoping that he gets out of this JC and Grant situation alive and in one piece so he can at least set eyes on his mother again one day. It's not going to be easy, but this is just one more thing in his life to look forward to.

Maybe...maybe he can be one of those people to find happiness after all.

 

*****

Some time later...

At Rachel's...

 

"Diane, you can't do this. It's dangerous out there when you don't know what you're about and Courtney. How are you going to provide for her?" Rachel says in a panicked tone as she eyes me closely where I'm sitting in Courtney's room packing up her belongings into a suitcase.

"Rachel, I'll think of something. We can't stay here. Justin will come for us, you know he will. I can't have him going crazy trying to get us back. I've had enough of this." I state sadly, folding some of Courtney's belongings and stuffing them into the suitcase.

"But it's not safe out there Diane!" Rachel belts as she comes and takes a seat next to me. "Listen to me Di, please let me put you all up somewhere for the time. I won't tell Justin where you are. You can get yourself together and I can help you financially and..."

"Just stop Rach. You and I both know you can't lie to Justin. He'll get anything he wants out of you. I just can't face him again this soon. Plus, I need to be where JC can't find me because I have reason to believe that he could be quite dangerous." I explain to her, giving her leg a pat before I zip up the luggage and place it to stand by the door of the room.

Grabbing a side bag, I start placing some of Courtney's toys and other accessories into the bag as Rachel remains sitting on the edge of her bed just eyeing me.

"I...I guess you have a point but you're not doing this without me. I'm going to give you some money to sustain yourself and I won't take no for an answer Diane." She says firmly with a light smile on her face.

Giggling I just shake my head before closing the now full bag. "I'll need all the help I can get. Thanks Rach. When I get to where ever it is I'm going, I'll have to change Justin's Escalade because I don't want him tracing the license plates. I'm sorry things had to come to this. I wish there was another way but being with Justin is just too dangerous for my baby and he himself is a threat to all of us with how unstable he is."

"God I know. He's my cousin and I love him, but he scares the shit out of me sometimes." Rachel admits before standing and walking over to embrace me in a tight hug.

"I'm scared Rach, but I have faith." I breathe against her raven hair.

"I have faith too Di, things will work out." She whimpers softly before pulling away to stare at me.

"No crying Rach, we need to be strong." I smile weakly before sniffling and wiping at my dry eyes.

"Well, I guess we better go check on Courtney downstairs huh? I'll grab my check book to write you a check too." She voices while moving over to the bedroom door to exit.

Grabbing the pieces of luggage I packed, I nod in response and follow her down the stairs to the living room until Courtney comes into view.

 

 

Dropping the suitcases, I head over to my baby girl just as Rachel's doorbell goes off.

"Who could that be at this hour?" Rachel inquires while looking over at me.

Shrugging, I pull Courtney to stand, shutting off the television to grab her attention. "If it's Justin get rid of him." I instruct and she nods before heading over the front door to unlock it and swing it open.

Stooping down to wipe some sweat out of Courtney's face, I freeze when I hear Rachel's voice filter into the room.

"What are you doing here?" She says angrily and I know that can't be good. Rachel barely ever shows anger unless she's really pissed off about something.

Telling Courtney to stay put, I walk out of the living room instructing her to be quiet when she calls out to me.

"Mommy..."

"Stay there sweetie." I say firmly, before leaving to head over the front door where Rachel is situated.

Walking up behind her, my eyes grow wide with shock when I see who she's talking to.

"JC?" I force out, stepping back when his deep blues connect to my browns.

"Ah Diane, I thought I might find you here, listen I need to talk to you. I need a big favor." He says with a conniving smile on his face.

"I don't think so. You should just leave. What are you even doing here?" I belt, gripping Rachel's arm to pull her in so she can shut the door.

"Look..." When he takes a step forward, attempting to come in, Rachel blocks his path. "Diane, I know Justin told you things about me, and he maybe said to stay away from me, but I need your help." He pleads, being interrupted when Rachel jacks him back.

"JC, I didn't welcome you in. Just leave, Diane isn't helping you in any way." She spits out, moving back to slam the door in his face but he easily stops her by placing his hand on it before his other hand lifts into the air and a...a gun comes into view.

"I'm sorry, but, I can't let you shut me out here." He says smoothly, raising a shot gun in the air at Rachel.

I here her gasp and I nearly fall over in shock before my hands find my mouth. "Oh my god." I mutter, turning to head into the living room but JC's stern voice stops me.

"Ah no Diane. Don't you dare. I don't want to hurt you. If you'll just cooperate then I won't have to use this." JC's voice booms out and I'm shocked at how unfeeling his tone is. Pushing a still stunned Rachel aside, he swiftly steps in walking over to me, glaring down at me with heated eyes. "Now Diane, I'm getting your help whether you like it or not." He chides and all I can do is look up at him in horror. This is...not the JC I know.

Dear god, he's a monster just like Justin if not worse because he's void of any emotions.

"I...I..." I'm stumped.

"It's ok. You're just going to come with me without giving me any trouble and things will be fine." He explains and I shake my head ‘no' before Rachel opts to speak.

"Don't Diane. You can't trust him." She points in but JC just grips her arm tightly, giving her a hard shove away from us.

"Don't fuck with me Rachel. I don't want to hurt you." He growls and dear god, I'm actually praying for Justin to just show up right now.

"JC stop it!" I scream when he points his gun in her direction, pulling back the safety.

Diverting his attention to me he scoffs. "Look Diane, I just want you. I don't want Rachel or even you and Justin's bastard child. I don't care to have a replay of his past. She can stay here; I have no use for her. But you're coming with me." He says before gripping my arm roughly, his fingers digging into my flesh.

Wincing in pain, I just bow my head knowing I can't fight him because my baby is in the other room and I can't have him using that gun in his grasp.

"But I...Justin..."

"Oh don't worry about your precious Justin. He'll agree to this even though he doesn't know it just yet. Come on time is wasting and our business partners are getting anxious." JC cattily spits out before yanking me towards the front door for us to leave.

"Diane, what are you doing, don't...don't do this." Rachel cries out with terror in her eyes because she knows there's nothing she can do right now to stop this.

"I...Rach, take care of Courtney please." I plead, on the verge of tears as JC pulls me out of the house and unto the front porch.

"Come on Diane, make it quick. And ask for you miss Rachel, you call Justin and you tell him I want to have a word with him but you do it first thing in the morning. If I find out that you contacted him tonight and he's out looking for me or Grant, you alls precious Diane won't be useful to any of us if she's not in one piece. Understood?" He threatens her and I'm mentally wondering how I can get out of this dilemma I'm in.

God, everything is just happening too fast.

When Rachel nods timidly, JC just laughs boisterously before he mutters a ‘good girl' under his breath.

The last thing I see is Rachel's pained orbs as JC jacks me forward to walk down the front stairs before he pulls the door shut behind us.

 

 

Stumbling down the stairs, a few tears slide down my cheeks when I think of Courtney and Justin. Oh god, this is all my fault, I did this...It's my fault, I should have just listened to Justin. But, if I get out of this, I'll never doubt him again, just please let him get to us before things go any further.

"I liked you Diane. I really did and I'm sorry that things had to turn out this way." I hear JC state as he walks up behind me and presses the gun into my back, the thin material of the blue dress I'm wearing not doing anything to cushion the hard rim of the object.

Not bothering to answer him, I just sigh when we walk up to his vehicle and he unlocks the doors. I'd maybe make a run for it, but I don't want to risk him hurting Rachel or my baby, so I guess I just have to give in and go quietly.

"Justin won't let things turn out this way either..." I mutter with attitude.

"Oh but that's where you're wrong because he doesn't have a choice Di. Not if he doesn't want to lose the ones he love again in his life." He chuckles bitterly and I feel sick to my stomach, disgusted by this man, this stranger that's here with me.

"Where are you taking me JC? What the fuck do you even want with me?" I spit out when he shoves me into the passenger side of the ride before he heads over to the driver's side.

"You'll find out soon Miss Blush." He stresses my stage name and I just shoot him a nasty glare before pushing back in my seat with a huff.

I'm not going to entertain this anymore. If I can't leave, I'll be stubborn and uncooperative till the bitter end. I'm not about to make this any easier for him.

All I can do right now, is just hope that somehow, Justin can get us out of this mess because really, he's our last thread of hope right now...

 

*****

At Justin's...

 

"I fucking told you Bethany! I don't want to speak with you right now. Why can't you leave me the fuck alone?" Justin screams out full of venom and rage at a pissed off Bethany.

"Where's Diane Justin, did you give her a vacation too? Look the girls and I were talking and we don't like that you're picking favorites around here..."

"Oh the girls and you huh?" Justin snaps as his eyes narrow at her. Walking up to Bethany, he grips her arms tightly and pushes her back until her body is glued to the wall. Lifting his free hand up to her neck, he grips her in a choke hold as she remains pinned to the wall of the living room where all the other girls are situated, just watching in horror at the scene going on in front of them.

They know better than to get in the middle of this little quarrel but still, they can't help but cry out, begging Justin to stop and calm down.

They returned home a few minutes earlier and the moment Bethany stepped foot through that front door, she was down Justin's throat.

He's had just about all he can take and he's on the verge of blowing up so she needs to watch herself with him.

"Justin...stop this...I...I can't breathe." Bethany gasps as her hands grip unto his arm where he's holding her in place.

Resting his body against hers, Justin tilts his head to the side with irritation written all over his face. "The last time I checked, none of the other girls spoke to me about this, and even now they are not saying anything Bethany. You're the only jealous bitch I see here." Justin lashes out, using his other hand to hold her waist so she stays one place.

"Please just..."

"I'm only going to tell this to you once Bethany. Don't fuck with me or have anything telling me unless I speak to you first understood? Get off my fucking balls and let me breathe." He says fiercely and all she can do is nod frantically in response since her voice lodges in her throat due to her lack of air. "Ok then. Now get the fuck out of my face." Releasing his hold around her neck, Justin grips a chunk of Bethany's raven hair and jacks her forward forcefully to walk.

Stumbling forward, She gasps for air, taking deep breaths before she coughs to clear her air ways. Rubbing at her sore throat, she doesn't say anything else but just makes a silent exit with a few of the other girls at her side trying to comfort her.

Gazing at the many faces in the room, Justin just growls before he whips around and storms away from his girls, not wanting to hear what any of them might have to say.

 

 

Making it out to the pool, he plops down on a nearby lounge chair before rubbing at his temples as he gazes at the small ripples in his pool.

"Shit..." He hisses when he feels the faint aches of a migraine coming on.

At that exact moment, his cell phone goes off, vibrating against his side where he has it hooked.

Grabbing the device, he reads the caller Id and quickly flips it open when he realizes that it's Rachel.

"Hello? Rachel?" Justin calls out eagerly.

"Oh thank god...Justin we need your help." Rachel rambles out.

"What? Who is we and what are you talking about? Where's Diane, is she with you?" He inquires as he seats up, giving his cousin his full attention. Tightening his hold on his phone, Justin sighs angrily when Rachel whimpers over the line. "Get fucking to it Rachel." He snaps.

"She was but..."

"What do you mean was?" Justin belts, standing on his feet and pacing at the edge of his pool. "Where's Courtney?" He enquires.

"She's here, she's fine but god Justin. I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything to stop them. He had a gun and..."

Zoning out, Justin feels his chest tighten and his heartbeat instantly speeds up at the mention of a gun.

"Justin are you there? Look, he took Diane. I couldn't stop him, I didn't want him to hurt your little girl. I don't know where he's taking her but he warned me to only contact you in the morning but by then it might be too late...Justin...." Rachel pleads when all she hears is his deep breathing over the line.

Trying to suppress the urge to scream, Justin stops his pacing and just stares dead ahead in the direction of his Jacuzzi, flashes of the night Diane was in there with him flooding his mind. "JC?" Justin asks knowingly. "JC took her?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry Justin I just..."

"It's ok Rach." He says calmly, maybe a little too calmly. "I have an idea of where he might take her. And If he ordered you to contact me in the morning, then I won't do anything tonight. He won't hurt her. He needs her to be in good condition and health. I...I have to go, but thanks for letting me know what's up." Justin voices softly.

"What? Wait Justin no I'm not finished I..."

"Just take Courtney and get her somewhere safe Rachel I'll handle it." Justin demands.

"Please be careful Justin." Rachel begs.

"Yeah sure." He mutters and moves to end the call but stops when something else passes through his mind. "Oh Rachel, uh...mom she...she called." He adds in, in a shaky tone as he scratches at his stubble in thought.

"Oh my god...are you serious?" A stunned Rachel cries out.

"Yeah but I'll tell you about it another time. Right now, I have shit to settle so later Rach." Telling his cousin bye, Justin swiftly ends the call before he hits speed dial on his phone and places it back to his ear.

 

 

After a few rings someone picks up with an animated hello.

"Jacob man what's up?"

"Hey Justin I'm good. Listen, I got some information for you on the media snooping. They're relentless man especially that Edwina chick. Word out is they're going to show up at your estate at anytime man." Jacob voices over the phone.

Groaning, Justin just brushes off that piece of information since Diane is the only thing on his mind right now. "Yeah, well she and the rest of them can kiss my snow white ass man. I'm not caring about that right now. I called to tell you to get Ronnie and come over here as soon as you can. Bring some shit to camp out in for a little sleep over. We have shit to do. JC took Diane." Justin explains hearing Jacob sigh heavily over the line.

"Fuck J. I'm sorry man. We were trying to prevent this and..."

"Yeah don't worry about it. It's partly my fault; I shouldn't have let her go. But no worries man. We're going to put an end to this tomorrow. Shit's about to get ugly I can tell but it needs to be done."

"You know we have your back J."

"I know and thanks man. But hey, on your way over stop by my establishment and grab those grenades I have in the storage room and some of the guns back there." Justin explains while heading back into his house.

Walking over to one of the draws in the living room, he pulls it open and carefully takes out an object, eyeing it intently.

"Damn Justin. You're out for war bro." Jacob chuckles lightly. "I'll grab Ron and we'll get right on it."

"Sweet." Justin mumbles while playing with the diamond pendent in his fingers before snapping back to reality. "I better get going then. Give me a ring when you all get here. Oh and Jacob, we're going to pay Grant a little visit first thing tomorrow when he opens up his business..."

"No doubt." Jacob replies easily.

Justin just smiles evilly before he tells his friend 'bye' and hangs up his cell, stuffing it into his jeans pocket.

Silently examining the necklace that he had made for Diane, he just smirks at the diamond hanging at the end as he lifts it up into the light to get a better view.

Sighing, he drops the chain in his palms, balling his hands into a fist around it before he decides to head up to his room and wait for his friends.

"Don't worry Di..." He whispers to himself. "You'll get to wear that necklace again. I'll get you back, and when I do, I'll make sure that no one and I mean no one ever takes you away from me again. And I can bet my life on that..."

 

*****

Song: Fallin' by J Holiday

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