Sebastian's P.O.V
There were only 3 victims left and I needed to do something now.
"Officer." I began looking to the police man on my right. "Next time you hear a gun I want men by the tens knocking down that door. You hear me?"
"Yes sir." The officer nodded then turned to his colleagues and recited the plan.
My phone rings off again and I don't even bother pressing the recorder on.
"What do you want?" I ask angrily.
"Some cop." He chuckles. "You do realize 4 people just died on your account."
"There has to be something you want." Now growing impatient.
"Only 3 more victims are you getting excited?" He laughs on the other line, ignoring my question.
"Anything else?"
The holder hesitates before answering. "Nothing at all."
He was enjoying every bit of my suffering. Kurt, what about him? How would I live without him. The man who changed everything about me, the man I promised to protect no matter what. The man who if I didn't want to give my all for myself I would do it for him. He was slipping between my fingers.
Would I still go to work at 6, still eat lunch at 11, still call Kurt and tell him I would be home but not show up till 11. Exactly, that's what Kurt was talking about.
"Sebastian" Kurt screams. "You're always working, always!"
"I am a police, this is my job Kurt."
"And I am your husband."
I shake my head. "I can't do this." I grab my coat of the seat in the kitchen and head for the door, as I was leaving Kurt grabs my arms and pulls me back."
"Please don't leave." He breathes out.
Of course I don't listen…
Another shot goes off and the police are already on their way. I hold out my hand stopping them. "3 minutes, and 3 minutes only.