You Should Be Writing. You Should Be Writing. You Should Be Writing. You Should Be Writing.
The words danced across my laptop screen, scolding me for sitting in front of the X-Box, setting up 'Just Dance'. I could scoff, and claim that I was using the dancing to get my creativity flowing, but let's be honest, shall we? I was putting off the inevitable. Writing that final chapter, the one that would tear Jameson Rook and his vivacious vixen, Nikki Heat, apart. The final chapter of Broken Heat. The sad part being, Kate had no idea I was writing this book. To again be honest… Neither had I. It just flew through me after hearing her confess that she remembered every detail of her shooting. This book said everything; I could not bring myself to say to Kate. The premise was that like the issue with me and Kate. Heat got shot, and after Rook professed his undying love, she cried amnesia. He later hears her confess to knowing, and the ensuing confrontation spilled across 2 chapters, leading to this final one. I hit the mouse pad and sighed, as the title glared at me. 'Always The Pawn.' I knew what I needed to do, but I was hoping putting it off could drive away this sinking feeling in my heart. I knew it was stupid, but I felt like taking this step, breaking them up… It would be like Kate and I were done. Not that we were ever on. But still…
Sweating like a grease monkey 20 minutes later, having mastered 'California Gurls' on expert, Alexis came blitzing in, talking on her phone, tugging on her Morgue Scrubs. She looked at me and shook her head, blue eyes narrowed. She excused herself, hanging up the phone and planting her hands on her hips with a growl.
"Dad. You are supposed to be writing. Gina will kill you if you miss your deadline. Especially since this whole 'surprise book' was YOUR idea."
I heaved a sigh, watching my daughter stand there. She was my perfect place in the chaos, and studying her, I felt my throat get tight. I stood and walked to her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her hair.
"I'll get to work right now."
Ignoring the weird look my daughter gave me, I set to work, throwing myself into it. I drew on the anger, pain, humiliation and despair as I let my fingers fly over the keyboard, nailing the casket closed. After 3 long hours, my last chapter spawned into 5 more, and I was shaking as I typed the last paragraph. This was the end of Nikki Heat.
'Heat felt her heart shatter. Rook looked so broken, and defeated. The normally lively blue eyes were dark, no trace of his intoxicating smile on this drawn, weary face. The pain of her betrayal showed in his stance, and she moved forward, desperate to ease the agony in Rook's heart. Her hand rose, gently grazing his cheek, tracing his jaw.
"Rook… Please. I was wrong, but you have to know I love you. I love you and I have from the start, Rook."
Her blood ran cold as he pushed her hand away and he spoke in a quiet, sharp tone.
"If you loved me, and you heard me say what I did… You should have never lied. You lost whatever I was trying to save. You won't be bothered by me anymore, Detective Heat."
With that, Jameson turned and walked off, leaving in his wake, the broken Heat.'