Here's the last chapter. Enjoy!!! =) Short and Sweet!
Her funeral service was held a few days later. It had never rained so hard in months. Everyone stood in the pouring rain for nearly an hour. There was a decent amount of officers who had attended, though not many people knew her too well. It was an act of respect I guess.
I couldn't bring myself to actually believe she was dead, so the service was more like a slap in the face then anything else. EMS busted into the warehouse several seconds later after the shooting but by that time, it was way late. She was shot two times in the chest. I was pretty much in shock that I was still standing. I swear Ray was going to kill me in my cold blood. I guess he thought this would be more harmful to me. The truth was I was watching her die, and for what? I'm not a bad person. I'm really not. I did my best to help her in her last few minutes on this world though it didn't do much. I wanted her to know I was there. That was all. Cruz had made it to the hospital which really shocked the hell out of me. I knew she was strong and I still had that little bit of hope. But several minutes later, she gave up the fight to go on.
I keep having nightmares, whenever I close my eyes. Now I'm too the point where I cant sleep, and really don't want to. That night won't stop replaying in my mind. The last words that were exchanged and those damn gun shots. Cruz had shot Freddie but not before he got a chance to fire his own gun, the one that would surely defeat a .38 bullet. It didn't seem fair. Cruz had fell to the floor and that's when I had realized it was now my turn, I was the one looking down the nose of the gun. He didn't even get a chance to kill me, the EMS had beat him to it and shot him dead in his tracks. The gun dropped out of his hand and clattered to the floor along with his body. I was happy that bullet didn't kill him. I wanted him to suffer. Dieing was just way too easy. By the time I got over to Cruz she was struggling to remain conscious. She hadn't held on too long, just enough to watch Ray fall and me at her side. I knew she was gone right there.
Freddie and Ray were both charged for manslaughter and Ray will be in the slammer for life. His trial for the death sentence should be in several months. Freddie, because he did have a mental illness will be out in several years, why that's an excuse, is way beyond my knowledge.
Faith called the day before her funeral to see how I was doing. I was pretty shocked as hell to even hear from her. I figured she heard what happened though Swersky. I mean, we were over. We talked for a half hour or so, not about one thing in particular, just about how both of our lives were doing. Fortunately, her life seemed to be going a lot better then mine. She told me she was sorry for everything that had happened between her and me, and about Cruz. It didn't seem to do much, and yet, it seemed to mend some broken ties. I could tell by the tone of her voice, she felt bad for me. I'd bet my life she was happy though.
A lot of things brought me back to the last few months and how fast so many things had changed, partners, friendships, and even lives. Never in a million years would I have thought this would all be possible, and now I was living it. I guess life strikes you out sometimes either way you go. It's just a simple moral that everybody learns, in one way, or another.
-The end
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-Nikki
