Dark Knight
I wanted to see his
expression but he turned away. He started on why he needed me and how he would
always support me. I saw the pain in his movements; the same time when he first
killed my Father. Sure the old man was a pervert and abuser, but he was my
father. I never did find one like him; a fatherly figure but Mitch tried to be
one. He was always there for myself, and even in my bed later.
Was it any different?
I guessed it was, as I loved
him differently. He thought I loved him like a father, but actually I loved him
more than that. He was the man in my life. I wanted to introduce him to the
Queen when he came back, but he declined. He kept on saying that he was not
ready.
Damn! He was not ready to
accept her as he was gunning to kill her.
“Mitch, I saw the files.” I
raised it up to him. “It was by ~”
“Like how you knew all my
personal issues when we were together.” Mitch hit back hard. He was right; I
did check on his personal records when we were together then.
“Isn’t that what a couple
does?” I don’t know what made me say that, but it came out.
“We are a couple? Is your
brain fried? I am your …” Mitch could not find the word to speak but he knew he
was cornered. It was then I knew I was wrong all the time. I pulled the towel
over my chest and glared at him.
“I think it’s time for us to
go separate ways.” I stood up and reached for my last worn shirt. The Glock was
laid by the side table next to it.
Dark Knight
“I am sorry, Billie.” I
expressed my apologies while he got dressed. I saw him reach for the gun and my
mind snapped. It was an instinct move from years of survival. I grabbed mine
off the nearby armchair and turned to face him. He had the same thought and
leveled his gun at me.
“I don’t think you are
genuine in your apology. Leave the gun on the table while I leave here.” Billie
replied. “We can go separately.”
“No, Billie. You cannot be
allowed to do it. The Feds must not die.” I tried to reason with him. “You
could be killed.”
“You are wrong.” I fired
first and then jumped aside. The bullet hit him in the chest. He went down on
his knees. I rushed over and held him onto my arms.
“Why did you not shoot?” I
asked. Mitch shook his head.
“I love you.” That was all he
said before he died.
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