Los Angeles's Finest
Chapter 5
'Why did I even bother coming here?' she asked herself, her blue eyes watching the small, pastel yellow home intently. Cars filled the driveway and spilt onto the street. People mostly lingered outside, invariably having a beverage in hand. Standing there, outside her small car, Jordan was content to let the guilt take over and watch the wake take place, but she knew people would eventually get curious, or worse, recognize her. Feeling her heart sink with every step she took, Jordan made her way to the front porch where the parents of the little girl sat, unaccompanied for the moment.
Georgia and Don King sat in matching wicker chairs, their frames hunched over. They were young—in their 30s—yet, it appeared that they were much, much older. Georgia clutched a white handkerchief in one hand and they both had tear streaks down their faces. Jordan felt her throat tighten further as she stepped onto the porch.
"Why are you here?" Georgia demanded, her tone sharp and unwelcoming. Her husband leaned over, clasping her hand as support.
"I wanted to pay my respects to Mackenzie," Jordan replied, her voice soft. She felt the beginnings of tears burning at her face. "And I wanted to apologize to you. I know that words…they can't bring her back—"
"Maybe you should've thought of that before you fired the bullet that killed my daughter!" Georgia retorted. Her voice was loud, and took on a shrieking tone near the end. Jordan closed her mouth, realizing she had nothing to say to the comment that Georgia just made.
There was a long silence that hung over the three. "If I had the chance, I would've jumped in the way of that bullet," Jordan told them truthfully.
"You should've," Don said. His voice was low, but the hatred injected in it was harsh. "You deserve to die. You disobeyed orders and caused the death of my daughter. If it wasn't for your arrogance, thinking that your plans were better than the ones of those who commanded you, my daughter would be alive!"
Jordan looked away, tears threatening to spill onto her face. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one fact still remained. She had caused the death of the little girl who had so much potential in life, and it was no one's fault but her own. The raven-haired woman stepped back, her eyes moving back to the couple. "The United States Military is reviewing my case, and deciding what my punishment for my actions will be," she told them, her voice cracking. "But I've decided to turn in my resignation, no matter what they decide." Neither Don nor Georgia responded. Jordan stepped off of the porch and began the journey back to her car. She was only a few steps on her way when Georgia's voice stopped her.
"I hope you rot in hell, bitch!" the brunette had stumbled up from her chair, tears running down her pain-creased face. "Murderer! You killed my daughter!" she screamed, her shoulders jerking. Jordan felt her chest wrench. She turned and ran for her car, the tears she had worked so hard to stay in her eyes now flowing freely. "I hate you… I hate you…" Georgia said, repeating the phrase over and over again. Her words slowly became whispers. "I hate you… I hate you…"
"Jordan! Jordan, you okay?" Stacy Keibler's voice jolted Jordan. She jerked up, pressing a hand to her forehead. "Sorry to wake you up… But you seemed like you needed it," the blonde explained as Jordan's vision cleared.
"Thanks," she muttered, blinking furiously. Stacy nodded, and then headed toward the other end of the room, humming as she went through her duffel bag. Jordan sat up and dangled her legs off the bench.
'What's going on?' Jordan wondered to herself as she massaged her temples. 'That's over and done with. I had nightmares about this for months after it happened, but they've gone away except for the occasional one…until now. I haven't had a nightmare in forever… So why are they manifesting themselves now?'
Author's Note: Another update! I hope you guys liked... Sorry it was so short! The next chapters should turn out much longer! Anyway, please review, it means a lot to me!