i often wonder where i would be right now, if i would be sitting in an empty apartment flat miles away, or if i would be in europe, studying fossils for my boss, who only longs to go home at night and make sweet love to his wife until he has to do it all over again the next day. but alas, i am not. i'm sitting in the back of our room, writing to you, because when you find this letter, i will be gone. not gone because i want to be, gone because i have to be. falling in love with you wasn't hard at all, it was rather easy. i longed for you, even before i knew your name karissa. when you read this, you will be in such disbelief, you will try to make yourself wake up, like the reality you live in is some oddly surreal fantasy. i have left you everything, all my clothes, all my money. do what you wish with it all, keep it, trash it, spend it; i don't really care. i want you to know that i didn't want to do this. i wanted to spend the rest of my days with you, until my last breath. but it wasn't that easy. i had to do this, for us, for you. to keep you safe. i have attached an address for you to follow that will lead you to me. good luck.
and stay away from the men in the black suits. if you come across them, run. you need to run.
i love you. i always will. see you on the other side.
-alyssa forbes (me)
16 berkley avenue.
it wasn't until 6:00 that karissa came home and read the letter. immediately she called you, but soon realized that you left everything. she needed to get moving if she wanted to get to you. she eventually accepted the fact that you didn't want to leave, but you had to. she had spent that night crying, and when she found little notes around your house. like for example, in the kitchen, she would go to use the frying pan, she would find a sticky note that said, "when we used to make pancakes. i love you." she would cry while making pancakes.
one insanely long plane ride later.
when karissa reached santa isabel puerto rico, she didn't know where to go. she thought of calling you, but soon realized you didn't have a phone anymore.
fuck i really need to talk to you. where are you?
she put the address in her phone, and called an uber while she gathered her things from security.
" berkley avenue please."
"sure." the uber driver said, as he adjusted his rear view mirror. he wore a black suit. "meeting anyone?" he asked
"just family." karissa replied
"oh that's cool." he said
you continued the ride in silence, until he dropped you off at your location. "have a good time."
"thank you." she replies, tipping the driver with a $5.00 american bill. "i know it's not your currency, but keep it. it might be worth something."
he thanks her, as you shut the door and he drives off.
okay alyssa. i'm here now. where the fuck are you?
you approach the culdesac, until you freeze.
fuck. he wore a black suit. holy shit. i'm so dumb. fuck. fuck. fuck.
you shake the thoughts out of your head, and continue down the road with your bags. you knock on the house with the 16 painted on the mailbox.
"how can i help you?" a bulky man says, greeting you at the door, armed.
"uh- i am here to see mrs. forbes."
"sorry, but she's busy right now so-"
"let her in. and take her bag upstairs." a distant voice says
he grants you access, and leads you into the next room, where a big chair sits in front of you, turned around.
"have a seat." you sit down, expecting it to be morgan, but it is not. the chair turns around, to reveal a blond, wearing a white shirt with black dress pants.
"who are you? who do you work for?" you ask, taken aback
"anyway." she says, disregarding you questions. "let's get to the point. if you ever want to see alyssa again, you will listen to me thoroughly and do exactly as I say. understand?"
"yeah." you say, feeling the gun in the back of your jeans.
30 minutes earlier
"you bitch. she's going to find you ya' know. she will kill you." morgan says, as the mystery woman ties her up.
"i'm not scared of some pussy ass bitch." the woman replies, finishing her last knot.
morgan spits at her, "don't fucking say that. don't talk about her like that."
"do that again, and i'll slit your throat right here. and be fucking quiet."
present time
"you will go across town, and take a bus to coamo. find the only fruit stand without plantain. tell the man working you need 10 passion fruits. he will take you to a department store, enter "5476" into the door on the opposite side of the room. there you will find alyssa. take your passionfruit and go."
"just like that we go?"
"yes. walk away."
"okay. i'm going to get my things."
you head up the wooden stairs, and pick the lock on the first door you see with the bobby pin in your hair. it worked. you open the door, and step in the room. you walk around the bed, before taking the gun out of your jeans. you load it, and click it back, before opening the closet door. morgan was on her knees. hands tied behind her back, and a cloth wrapped around her mouth.
"what the fuck! holy shit." you say in a low whisper. you start to untie morgan, until you hear another gun click.
"fuck. i will explain everything later. i promise. i missed you."
"and just what do you think your doing?" the woman says.
"there's a dead body. i was making sure she was dead." you say, glaring at morgan who sits in the bottom of the closet, eyes closed; playing dead.
"hm. interesting. give her to me." she snaps, talking to her guards. they forcefully pick you up as you try to resist. they aren't successful, and end up dead. you shoot them all square in the head.
"fine. i'll just have to do the dirty work myself." she says, cornering you.
"yeah right."
"really? i'll just have to prove it."
"i'll slit your throat sideways. you'll die faster."
"and where did you learn that?"
"experience." you reply, as she swings at you, hitting you in the mouth.
"oh yeah?"
your mouth fills with blood as you punch her back, knocking her to the ground. before she has the chance to get back up, you shoot her in the chest. the blood pours out of her, until her heart stops.
"yeah bitch." you reply, spitting the blood to the side of you.
you regather yourself, and help morgan out of the closet.
she stares up at you, and kisses you before wrapping her arms around you. "i missed you angel. i never want to leave you again."
"i never want you to leave again you hear me? and that's an order."
"yes boss." she replies, as you leave the empty house.
"so what? you work for the fbi or something?"
"CSI. but not anymore."
"holy shit. why not?"
"i failed the mission. but that's okay, i was gonna quit soon enough."
"but holy shit! that was honestly so scary seeing you tied up like that."
"really? i'm sorry i scared you. but seeing you with that gun was lowkey really hot. may or may not have a gun kink now .🤷🏻♀️"
"oh really?"
"cuffs too."
"well we have a bit of shopping to do when we get home hm?"
"yes. we do."
a/n: hope you enjoyed this little violent (long) chapter lovelies!! as always, happy reading 💗