I´m back! Sorry for the delay folks. I hope that you haven´t given up on me. I really like this
story but I´m not quite shure how to continue. You like?
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"Did you get the plane?"
"Yeah, I got the plane."
" ...Something's up. I know you man."
" I had to call Trisha."
" ... I'm sorry."
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I love Van. He´s more than a partner to me, more then a friend. He´s my brother.
I would switch places with him if I could. I would go after the bastard myself if I for a minute
thought that Van would let me. But this was his call, this was something he had to do. He wouldn´t be able to rest until the guy was dead.
He is fully aware of the risk that he can die, that the guy will kill him the same way he almost killed Billie. He knows that the chances of him coming back in one piece is pretty slim.
And yet, he didn´t hesitate one second. Because he loves her. Because he would gladly die for her. He´d take a bullet for me, but he would die for her. As I said to Billie, he wouldn´t even think twice.
I don´t know much about his past, about the way his parents treated him, but I´m willing to bet that they never told him that they loved him. Never did anything to assure him that they cared about him. I´ve met his father and I can´t say I was impressed with his parental skills.
And yet, despite Van´s upbringing, despite the fact that he has trubble trusting in people, he stillfell in love with her. And he fell hard. I think it scares him. I know it scares her. And like I saidbefore, those two are more alike then they know.
He called me and said he said he needed a plane, so I got him a plane. I would never forgive myself if he died and I hadn´t done everything I could to help him. If helping him meant that I had to call her, call the woman I never really forgot, then so be it.
But it wasn´t easy. Hearing her voice after five years felt like someone had kicked me in the stomac. She had been my angel, my sweetheart. My life.
Her voice still sounded the same. And it brought back memories I thought I´d forgot, feelings that never really died.
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" Hello?"
I couldn´t force myself to answer.Five years. It had been five years. A lifetime.
"Hello, is someone there?"
I closed my eyes and swallowed. For Van. You are doing this for Van.
" Hi Trish."
My voice sounded strange even to my own earsShe´s the only woman. The only woman whoever affected me this way. The only woman who´ll ever affect me this way.
" What do you want? "
I remember the way she used to kiss me. I remember how she tasted. And I remember the hate in her eyes after I shot her brother. The hate in her voice when she promised me that she never forgive me.
It was the same hate I heard in her voice now. And I wanted to beg for her forgivness. Butit was to late.
" I need your plane."
" You need my plane. And I should just give it to you I suppose? Go to hell."
"I saved your life."
" By shooting my brother. You think that gives you any extra points? You think you I owe you something? "
"Yeah, I do. Your life."
" Go.To.Hell. That clear enough for you? I owe you nothing."
I had no idea how I would get her to let me borrow her plane. I only knew I had to.
" Please. I´m begging you. Do this and you never hear from me again. Ever."
"Why?"
"Because I never stopped loving you."
I don´t know why I said it. It was the truth, but I´d never planned on telling her that. The words tumbled out of me before I knew what I was doing. I´ve said it and it was to late to take it back. I wasn´t sure that I wanted to take it back.
Her silence was nerv wrecking.
" You need a pilot?"
I closed my eyes and sighed. She would help me.
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I called Van to ask if he wanted help with somthing else. He knew something was up. I guess he could hear it in my voice. And beeing the guy that he is, Billie was the first thing on his mind.
"Deaq, you didn't tell her did you?"
If I had answered "yes" on that question he would hanged up the phone and our friendship would have been over. My life would have been over. I have no doubt that he would have killed me.
That´s how much she means to him. Anyone who puts her in harms way are as good as dead.
I may be crazy, but I ain´t that crazy.
"I had to call Trisha."
"Ah... I'm sorry."
And I knew that he meant it. He knew about Trisha, knew what she meant to me. She was to me what Billie was to him. The only difference was that Billie loved him. Trisha hated my guts.
But I got him the plane, I got him the pilot. And now I have to worry about two people instead of one.
Both of them could end up dead. Because I know him. And I know her.
And she won´t just fly the plane. She will help him.
I curse God that she was the only person I knew that had a plane. And I curse Van because I know how he will react to her help.
And I curse myself because I know that I can´t blame him. Anyone who gets in his way...
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Any good? Reviews are more than welcome. Infact, I crave them. And does anyone have anyidea how I should write Billie´s POV on this? I´m stuck. Like you couldn´t tell...