3rd Person POV
Tatiana's eyes fill with tears as she stuffs her luggage with clothes. The pain in her heart has spread through her whole body and was aching her soul to the point she everything around her was completely dull and clouded.
She felt as if she was going crazy--insane even.
She felt so emotional, yet numb at the same time. Even though she had experienced heartbreak with Michael before--it's a pain she can never get use to.
Heartbreak.....
It's like something is tearing you apart piece by piece, it was a feeling that even though your heart is empty, it's still full of something beyond explanation.
It's that weird pain that gets inside of you, eats you out and leaves you crying alone in darkness. It's something that like a glass splinter that gets inside you, rips you apart. It makes you so so weak, so timid, and so tired that you are just unable to answer yourself.
No Matter how hard you try, how tough you are... it will beat the shit out of you and make you beg on your knees. Everything you ever loved becomes your reason for pain.
Everything that used to make you happy, tears you apart.
Everything that you had faith in loses its value.
Even though you might feel like you are moving on but that feeling is temporary and then you are hit hard directly on your face and break down again, every time this happens your heart breaks into pieces.
A day comes you become cold, you feel nothing--
Not the rain.
Not the rain.
Not the sunshine.
Not joy, nor fun-- just numb in hope of trying to understand what you have become.
Each passing day you hope everything will get right one day but you end up opening another layer of disappointment and then the day comes when everything become still, lifeless and cold.
You grow tired and then you fall asleep with all the pain buried in your heart so deep and that pain reached your soul it feels as if it is smothering it, killing it slowly...... and even that soul want to free itself from body that felt that pain rushing out of it without telling anyone why it left that person who used to be so tame...
And the worst feeling of all is when you want to run to the person who broke it--to love you in the way they once did.
Tears roll down her eyes as she closes her eyes. She walks over and picks up her journal and begins to write;
"Do you think I can have one more kiss? I'll find closure on your lips, and then I'll go. Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner. I'll be full and happy and we can part. But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time. One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the "one mores" they will equal a lifetime and I'll never have to get to the part where I let you go. But that's not real is it? There are no more one mores. I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seem endless. And they still are... for you, for me, but not for us. Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn't just grow apart, we grew up. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately sometimes things don't break, they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I'll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it'll always be. Because it was US. And we were magic. Forever. Maybe the real question is--can I have just one more forever?"
And with that she bursts into tears.
Winnie's POV
"He did what?!" I cry out as Clifton sighs sitting on the bed as he rubs his temples in disbelief.
"I mean technically he didn't fire her....she quit."
"Because he thinks she would really sell him out like that."
"But you have to admit, Winnie...the evidence does not look exactly good in her favor."
"Obviously! And it's because she's been framed! Think about it...if Tatiana REALLY did this...do you think she'd leave proof around?! And not just her or anyone of that matter? " I scoff. "And she wouldn't do this. She loves Michael....more than anything."
Clifton stays silent before looking up at me. "So what should we do?"
"If someone was sloppy to frame, Tat...then someone was dumb enough to leave some sort of trail pointing to themselves. We only have so much time before we can find out who."
"But what if that isn't enough? Then what?"
"We will just have to figure it out. But I can't just stand by and let this happen to my sister."
He nods and sighs before looking up at me. "Let's get to work then."
Paul's POV
I stare at the screen as it turns into static again. I feel my jaw clenching as I slowly feel my strength coming back from somewhere I couldn't place.
Maybe it was from anger.
Maybe it was adrenaline.
Whatever it was, I know only one thing....
Someone was about to get the ass kicking they so desperately deserved.
I take the tape out of the VCR and grab a metal rod from the dusty wooden shelf, as I inch myself toward and up the steps as quiet as I can.
Taking a deep breath, I open the basement door quietly as I look around. The house was quiet and no one was in sight.
I bite down on my lip as my grip tightens on the metal rod as I walk through the house hesitantly, making sure every step I take doesn't make a sound. My palms sweat as I walk down the hall.
In the short distance I could hear a noise--it sounded like a whimpering animal? Like a cat in pain.
I furrow my eyebrows as I squint my eyes, tightening my grip on the rod as I follow the sound that leads me into the kitchen.
I slowly walk around and my eyes catch the floor and time seems to freeze.
Blood paints the floor.
I tighten my grip on my weapon as I slowly walk around the kitchen following the smears of blood--and nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see.
There on the floor was Latoya laying on the floor, laying motionless in her blood.
"O-oh my god...." I immediately get on my knees as I check her pulse. It was weak but she was still there.
I look her over and she's practically unrecognizable. She was bleeding from her face, stomach, and vaginal area as I inspect her injuries she whimpers;
"No.."
"Toya?" I look up at her. "Toya, it's me..." I whisper trying to remain calm. "W-what happened to you?"
She bursts into tears and she didn't even have to say anything else. I already knew....
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her upstairs, in her bedroom. I gently place her on the bed as I go in the bathroom getting a first aid kit and a wet washcloths.
"Do you think if I ran you a bath, you could wash yourself?" I whisper to her quietly as he keeps her eyes on the floor. She stays silent before nodding quietly as I get up going in the bathroom, and running her a hot bath.
I had to get us out of here.
Tonight.
And if not me; then I had to get Latoya away from here. This wasn't just killing her physically; but mentally and emotionally.
"It's more than a perfect time to take down another Jackson..." a voice plays in my head as I freeze.
Jack wouldn't stop at just Latoya--Tatiana's name was on his list underlined in her blood.
Tatiana's POV
"Tat--please...maybe we can talk to Michael." Sheryl pleads as I sigh shaking my head. She looks over at Greg who pipes in;
"Tat, it's just a big mistake. We will figure it out, it's just Mike's time of the month." he says. "You can't leave--let me talk to him..." he says.
I stay silent shaking my head as I stuff my bag with more things. I couldn't stay and deal with more pain and things couldn't be the same anymore.
Losing respect for someone is always such a weird thing because you don't hate the person, you just don't feel the need to ever speak to them again or even think about them in the same way, you're just done.
And I was done.
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Hey guys,
I'm sorry I've been gone for a long time. I've been busy with work and I'm kind of dealing with heartbreak of my own so I couldn't really bring myself to write a "heartbreak" chapter.
I'll be posting another soon!
xxoxoxo,
moonwalkergal
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