CHAP. 10
POV- ALEX
I just met with the real estate agent and paid the first payment for the house. Paige and I are going to start moving this weekend. We can't stay in the flat, anymore…
We're both so shaken up over last night, that neither one of us could even go in to work today. Paige and I picked up our assignments and decided to work from the apartment.
Jeremy had to have asked his mom where we lived. She used to drop Mickey off when she would go out of town…
I can't get over the feel of the muzzle of his pistol around my eye.
"You see THIS?!" He barked.
It was so cold. So long…
I think he may have had a silencer on it.
There's no telling how many people he's killed. He's completely lost his mind….
What HAPPENED to him?
I waste no time getting back into the apartment and locking the doors behind me.
Paige doesn't look up from her pile of folders.
"How'd it go, hun?"
"Ehh…she gave us the okay for this weekend."
The apartment falls silent as I take my coat off and drape it over the coat rack.
I take a seat beside Paige and just watch her.
She furrows her brows and twists her mouth up in concentration. I know this face. She does this face when something's on her mind, but she's trying not to think about it.
I look a little closer. She's aged a bit this past year. I wonder if it's the promotion…or if it's me.
Finally, I must ask.
"Paige?"
"Yes, hun?" She responds without looking up.
"What's on your mind?"
She hesitates for a second. "I…really need to finish this."
"Right…" I nod, sinking back into the couch.
More silence. I decide to take the time to review a few cases.
After an uncomfortable silence, Paige takes a deep breath.
Uhh ohh...
"Alex… Why would someone come here with a gun?" I can already see the wheels turning in her head.
I swallow, nervously.
"I don't know…" I lie.
"You know, sometimes I feel like I don't know who you are."
"Paige, don't say that." I scoot closer, taking her hand in mine.
"Why won't you just be honest with me? We're getting MARRIED, Alex. " She stands up, letting my hand fall to the spot she was just sitting in. She begins to pace, nervously.
I don't know what to say to this.
She stops pacing and turns to face me. I can see the irritation in her eyes.
I should probably say something.
"Paige, what if I tell you something and you don't wanna marry me anymore? I don't know if I can handle that…"
"So, you don't TRUST me?" She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow challengingly.
"It's not that…" I feel a headache coming along. I lean forward and support my head in my hands.
Finally, she plops down beside me and I feel her hand on my back. "Baby, you can trust me."
And just like that, I told her. EVERYTHING. About my dad. About the drugs. About Jeremy.
She took it a lot better than I thought she would.
We have grown so much. Six or seven years ago, she would've stopped speaking to me if I told her about the gang.
She didn't say anything when I told her. She just took my hands in hers and stared at me. She cried for a while, and for a moment, I could've sworn she would leave.
But she never left my side.