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awarded with when he came back. I pulled away from him and ran my hands down his wet hair.
I could see in his eyes how vulnerable he was. He wanted to tell me something. He wouldn't, but he wanted to. He ran his hands along my face before whispering in a hoarse voice, "I love you Delilah," I smiled at him.
"I love you too," I quit asking him if he was okay about the fifth time he got a phone call. He would always tell me the same answer, an answer I knew wasn't true, so I stopped. He didn't want to lie to me so I would help him out the best I could.
"I wish I could tell you everything, but I just can't. You can't know, I want you to so bad," his voice cracked. I shushed him.
"It's alright Isaiah, I understand," I kissed his jaw and he blew out air. I was overwhelmed that he felt so much pain over killing somebody who he didn't know, and was part of a gang that killed people without much thought. I could comprehend it a little bit better now that I actually cared for somebody, but he had a huge heart and wondered how he had gotten sucked into all of this. It pained me that I would never find out.
Chapter Fourteen- There is no Hope
Wind whipped around me violently. I was wearing a black dress and my stomach was huge. Pregnant? I held a gun in my shaking hands, noticed that my left ring finger had a huge diamond on it. Was I engaged? The gun was pointed at a figure in front of me. Isaiah. He was on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back and ankles tied together. He wouldn't look at me.
Derek was standing next to me with a smug smile on his face. "Do it, Delilah?" He said harshly. "Do it and be free," my hands shook harder. Isaiah turned his head and looked at me with his deep brown eyes. I stopped breathing. I could see emotion in them, something I had rarely ever been able to see with him. There was pain, betrayal, and despair. All too quickly it was gone and they had gone hard. A chill went through my body.
How had this happened? What was going on? I was so confused! I looked at Derek and found him staring at me. "Have you changed your mind Delilah? I'll do it for you if you don't want to," he said. Then it hit me. I had asked Derek to let me do the killing so I could do it with the least amount of pain. One shot and he'd barely feel it. I knew that if I let Derek do it, he'd shoot him in non-fatal areas and let him bleed to death. I shook my head.
" I'll do it," I said and took a deep breath. I cocked the gun and aimed, fighting against tears. I willed my body to stop shaking and pulled the trigger.
I sat up in bed, sweating profusely and breathing hard. I looked next to me and found Isaiah sleeping peacefully. I let out a sigh, thank God. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his body. His arm reflexively came up and wrapped around my torso and rubbed my back. Tears slipped out of my eyes and I squinted to try and stop them.
Have you ever realized, that the closer you are to quitting something, or letting something or someone go, the tighter you want to hold on to it? You know in your mind, that time is running out so you try to fight time and get as much of whatever is being let go of as you can. That's how I was feeling. I knew that this couldn't last forever. I had a job, and he would find out about it one way or another. He would die, and I would move on to another mission. It was inevitable.
So while I could, I clung to Isaiah. He was warm and tangible at the moment. He wouldn't always be. In a couple weeks or months, he would be cold, lifeless, and buried somewhere, and I would never see him again. My body went cold, my heart stopped, and I froze.
I realized then, that I couldn't live without him. I couldn't do it. He would die, and I would go with him. I laughed to myself. Perfectly star-crossed. Just like fucking Romeo and Juliet. Except, Juliet wasn't hired to destroy Romeo's life. And Romeo didn't have a second identity that
I could see in his eyes how vulnerable he was. He wanted to tell me something. He wouldn't, but he wanted to. He ran his hands along my face before whispering in a hoarse voice, "I love you Delilah," I smiled at him.
"I love you too," I quit asking him if he was okay about the fifth time he got a phone call. He would always tell me the same answer, an answer I knew wasn't true, so I stopped. He didn't want to lie to me so I would help him out the best I could.
"I wish I could tell you everything, but I just can't. You can't know, I want you to so bad," his voice cracked. I shushed him.
"It's alright Isaiah, I understand," I kissed his jaw and he blew out air. I was overwhelmed that he felt so much pain over killing somebody who he didn't know, and was part of a gang that killed people without much thought. I could comprehend it a little bit better now that I actually cared for somebody, but he had a huge heart and wondered how he had gotten sucked into all of this. It pained me that I would never find out.
Chapter Fourteen- There is no Hope
Wind whipped around me violently. I was wearing a black dress and my stomach was huge. Pregnant? I held a gun in my shaking hands, noticed that my left ring finger had a huge diamond on it. Was I engaged? The gun was pointed at a figure in front of me. Isaiah. He was on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back and ankles tied together. He wouldn't look at me.
Derek was standing next to me with a smug smile on his face. "Do it, Delilah?" He said harshly. "Do it and be free," my hands shook harder. Isaiah turned his head and looked at me with his deep brown eyes. I stopped breathing. I could see emotion in them, something I had rarely ever been able to see with him. There was pain, betrayal, and despair. All too quickly it was gone and they had gone hard. A chill went through my body.
How had this happened? What was going on? I was so confused! I looked at Derek and found him staring at me. "Have you changed your mind Delilah? I'll do it for you if you don't want to," he said. Then it hit me. I had asked Derek to let me do the killing so I could do it with the least amount of pain. One shot and he'd barely feel it. I knew that if I let Derek do it, he'd shoot him in non-fatal areas and let him bleed to death. I shook my head.
" I'll do it," I said and took a deep breath. I cocked the gun and aimed, fighting against tears. I willed my body to stop shaking and pulled the trigger.
I sat up in bed, sweating profusely and breathing hard. I looked next to me and found Isaiah sleeping peacefully. I let out a sigh, thank God. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his body. His arm reflexively came up and wrapped around my torso and rubbed my back. Tears slipped out of my eyes and I squinted to try and stop them.
Have you ever realized, that the closer you are to quitting something, or letting something or someone go, the tighter you want to hold on to it? You know in your mind, that time is running out so you try to fight time and get as much of whatever is being let go of as you can. That's how I was feeling. I knew that this couldn't last forever. I had a job, and he would find out about it one way or another. He would die, and I would move on to another mission. It was inevitable.
So while I could, I clung to Isaiah. He was warm and tangible at the moment. He wouldn't always be. In a couple weeks or months, he would be cold, lifeless, and buried somewhere, and I would never see him again. My body went cold, my heart stopped, and I froze.
I realized then, that I couldn't live without him. I couldn't do it. He would die, and I would go with him. I laughed to myself. Perfectly star-crossed. Just like fucking Romeo and Juliet. Except, Juliet wasn't hired to destroy Romeo's life. And Romeo didn't have a second identity that
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