Chapter 8: Someone to Lean On
A week had past after the tragedy happened. A horrible week had past with the media showing up everywhere just to get an interview from Stacy or John about what had happened. All the nights of that week, Stacy found herself obsessing over who the killer was. She had dreamt about Randy all those nights. Stacy and John were in a pub in the outskirts of the city.
"One Irish Kiss please." Stacy told the waiter as she and John took seats in a table near the glass window.
"One Screw Driver please." John told the waiter for his order.
"I don't know Stace, dreams doesn't mean anything." John told her about his opinion towards her dream. She was telling him about it that cold summer afternoon.
"Maybe yes, maybe no. These dreams had been all the same." Stacy replied and sighed. She was dressed in black. So was John. It was Randy's burial before they headed to that diner. They were talking about Stacy's dream of randy coming back.
"We should talk to Lieutenant Parker about the case. You know to convince him to open the case again." John suggested.
"I don't want to depend on Lieutenant Parker about this case. He told us himself that sooner or later, this case would be closed. And it did closed. He doesn't have faith." Stacy answered and took a sip from her Irish Kiss.
"Yeah. So what do we do now?" John asked her and looked at the dark street outside the diner through the spotless glass separating them from outside.
"I want this case to be solved badly just like you do. If they won't do anything about it, I'll do it." She declared boldly. John looked at her curiously.
"Are you sure?" John asked her. He was surprised to see her acting that way. He had always thought of Stacy as a helpless and vulnerable woman. Never had he thought that she's a fighter. He had always judged her from the outside. He never gets to know her from the inside. She may be weak and frail looking on the outside but she's the complete opposite from the inside.
"Yes, I'm sure. I won't let that killer get away. He's done wrong and he's gonna pay for it." She finished and looked him in the eye. Stacy saw John completely crumble down after Dawn and Randy's death. He had blamed himself on what happened despite Stacy kept assuring him that it wasn't. He would be regretting those things over and over again. The John Stacy knew was gone. She figured John has been hiding behind a mask all along. He had been plucking courage from the strong Dawn Marie. But now that she's gone, he lost courage completely. "And I'm hoping that you'll be with me to help me solve the case."
"I don't know Stace. It's completely out of our business…" he confessed to her as he looked at the cold coffee in front of him.
"It's our business! Randy and Dawn died! My boyfriend, your best friend and your girlfriend died!" Stacy hissed. She hates seeing him like this. Being weak and hopeless. And as if she lighted a fire inside of him, John started to become the old John.
'They died! And I'm not gonna take this sitting around!' he said to himself.
"You can count me in Stace! That killer is going to rot in jail!" he exclaimed.
"That's the spirit John! Thanks for doing this." Stacy said gratefully and gave John a hug. John was slightly taken a back with what is just happening but he returned the hug.
"I'm just not doing this for you, but also for me, Randy and Dawn." He replied and smiled for the first time in days.
"Thank you John." Stacy repeated and hugged him tighter. There is still someone to lean on after all.
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