by Mike Dagons
Anakin helped me up off the floor and back onto the table. “I killed that muthafucka,” I cracked a pained smile at him.
“Yeah, you did,” he mussed my hair like I was a kid.
“Why did you come back?” I asked.
“You left your cell phone in the car, and I thought you might need it, so I asked Melvin to hold the plane. We’re taking the private,” he said. “The skin on your chest looks like torn rags. It needs to be cleaned and sewn up. If I do it, it’s going to leave nasty looking scars,” he said. “You want me to find you a plastic surgeon?”
“Nah, I trust you to do it, but you got to give me something for the pain first,” I forced a smile.
“Relax, and I’ll be back,” he said, and disappeared from my sight.
While he was gone, I thought about Monique. I looked over at Basin’s dead body on my parent’s floor, and I wanted to get up and stomp him until I stopped feeling the pain of losing her. I had done all I knew to do, and it was still tearing me apart.
Then I heard Monique’s voice in my head as if she was whispering in my ear. “Isaak, I’m okay. Please, let it go, baby,” she said. “You made your point, baby, let it go.” It’s what she had said to me when I wanted to kill Ceylon’s cousin, Astro, for hitting her, and it was what she was saying to me now.
“Why didn’t I die?” I asked, and then started laughing.
I was bawling when Anakin returned, and I know he thought I’d lost my mind. He took hold of my chin and looked me in my eyes. “It’s going to get better, but you have to let it go and LIVE because it’s what she would have wanted you to do. Monique would want you to live, Isaak. If you can’t do it for yourself, do it for her.”
“Okay, then I’ll start by going to Paris with my family. I’ll go with you,” I said.
“The shot I gave you will ease the pain and put you to sleep. I’ll patch you up, and then I’ll dispose of the body.”
“I’m glad you’re my friend,” I muttered. Whatever he’d shot me up with was already starting to work, and my voice sounded far away. “I’m going to Paris.”
“When you wake up, you’ll be on the plane,” he chuckled.
I closed my eyes and listened to Monique’s voice in my mind. “Calm down, baby,” she said, and I felt her hands on my face. “It’s over, okay?”
“Okay,” I answered, and relaxed into a peaceful sleep.
The End
Other Novels
By
Q. Wilson and/or Mike Dagons
A Lesson Learned
Another Lesson
One Lesson After Another
Quiet Storm
Noxzema Gray
Slipping Into Darkness
‘Til The World Blow Up
Cold As Ice
Deadly Obsessions
Severe Payne
Circles
Ice Capades
BeTrayal
Dangerous
Dirty
Purgatory Sin
So He Says, HE SAYS, SHE SAYS
So She Says, HE SAYS, SHE SAYS
Other three book collections
A Lesson Learned
Cold as Ice Collection
