October 22, 1991

I woke up with a smile on my face and never wanted to leave this bed. The feeling of being with Dr. Falcon last night was life changing. I had no idea I could feel like this. I hoped he didn't regret what we did, or that it would negatively affect our relationship.

"Jesse, are you awake?" he asked softly.

"MmmHmm," I replied opening my eyes.

He was already showered and dressed as he sat on the edge of the bed looking over at me.

"My first client should be here in a few minutes," he touched my face gently. "Rest as much as you can. Then we'll talk about this."

He must have noticed my panicked expression because he then leaned down and gave me a kiss. That kiss cured any doubts I was having about all of this. When he left the room I laid down on my back and couldn't believe this was happening. Dr. Falcon was sexy and I did have a tiny crush on him, but that had faded because he kept things so formal most of the time. He understood me and seemed to care about me more than most guys ever did. I had trust already in him. I had never trusted one of these guys before and I had a lot of therapists and creeps, but Dr. Falcon was different. He was younger, a lot younger, than most of those guys. He also wasn't too upset when I let him down. There is nothing like a guilt trip when you slip up from time to time.

Eventually I got up and grabbed a nice shower to clean myself up. I took my time and I used what make up and things I had to fix myself up a little. I knew that today Dr. Falcon had his morning appointment and one in the evening, so I thought maybe for lunch we would go out. I wanted to get his mind off his dad for a while.

Dr. Falcon

It was hard to focus on my morning appointment. I caught myself lost in thought. Luckily, my patient was sympathetic and knew about the condition of my father. She assumed that to be the cause of my distraction.

"Still, I apologize. Perhaps it's best we reschedule this appointment. It will be on me because of this inconvenience. I don't want you to think I am ignoring you, but I do have a lot on my mind. I'm sorry," I stood up and she seemed very receptive. I walked her out to her car.

When she drove off around the corner there was a car driving quickly down the street. It was Brandon….it had to be him. This would be the confrontation and I only hoped Jesse would sleep through it.

He got out of the car and pulled a gun from his pants.

"Get in the fucking house or I shoot you right here…" he shook his head in anger and spit came from his mouth.

He thought he was protecting Jesse from me. That was the only conclusion I could make. His words confirmed it.

"You've filled her head with so many damned lies! Asshole!" he waved the gun and hit the side of my head, twice.

There was nothing I was going to say to this man that was going to make him happy. Nonetheless, I had I try something as I stumbled into the house at gunpoint.

"Jesse is here for treatment…substance abuse treatment. She wants to get better and have a healthy life again."

"BULLSHIT!" he spat in my face. "Really? Is that why I got hit up with a damn restraining order? Shut up already….where is she? Where's my girl?"

When he turned his head I took action. I used my fist to punch him and kneed him in the groin before running for the phone. The only problem was he recovered quicker than I expected and fired his gun at me.

It was like an electrical shock that brought me crashing to the ground. My pants leg was staining with blood and I knew now that I wouldn't reach the phone. Brandon walked over to me and he dug his thumb into the bullet wound.

"Now, let's try this again...where's Jesse?!"

I hissed in pain and clenched my teeth. "Bedroom. Upstairs.."

I hoped he would leave me there and he did, but not without ripping out the phone wires.

Jesse Carlile

I heard the gunshot while I was finishing up my makeup. I didn't know what was going on, but I grabbed the phone and locked myself in the bathroom. I dialed 911 and told them I heard a gunshot in the house. I gave them the address and told them that my boyfriend was after me because of a restraining order.

My hands were shaking and I tried to stop crying. I knew I needed to be quiet even though I stayed on the line with 911. Was Dr. Falcon dead? He had to be…Brandon probably killed him the moment he opened the door.

I sat in horror, waiting…Then, I saw the handle move. I covered my mouth. The door was locked, but I knew he'd break it somehow. He used his body to break into the door and I dropped the phone and charged at him with a plunger. It was the only thing that I could grab to defend myself.

Brandon grabbed the plunger out of my hands after he kicked me in the leg. I fell to the floor with my hands up, "Please….please Brandon, don't do this!" I begged of him.

I couldn't go back to that house. I knew he'd punish me for this. He'd think I was cheating on him with Dr. Falcon…even though it was clearly over between us.

He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me down the stairs like a doll. It was so painful as it bruised my knees and hurt my ass. Not to mention some of my hair was being pulled out from the root in the process. He dropped me on the ground. When I recovered I saw blood on the floor that led to Dr. Falcon. He was bleeding bad from his leg. This was my fault. I dragged him into this mess and now I was going to get us both killed. My only hope was that the cops would be there soon. I had to stall him as he pulled back out the gun.

"D-d-don't! Shoot him..Pleeeeeease," I crawled to his feet and begged him. "I need him. I need to get better. I need to be healthy for you…don't you want that?"

I didn't plan to go back to him, but I was scared of him now. I looked at the doctor and knew this was it…he'd either kill me now or maybe a month or two…or maybe even a year from now. It seemed so hopeless. There was no way out.

Brandon raised the gun back to Dr. Falcon, "Then let's go…but first I need to take care of this asshole." He had a grin on his face.

I couldn't do it…I could let him kill the only man that had ever really cared about me.

"NO!" I yelled and jumped up. I put myself between Brandon and the doctor.

Dr. Falcon

He had closed his eyes and had no idea Jesse had jumped in front of him until he heard Brandon yell. The boyfriend had gotten down on the floor. That's when I saw that he had shot her in the chest by accident. She was bleeding onto the floor and from her mouth.

I felt a pain in my gut because I knew that she wouldn't survive this. I just wanted to know why she did it. The cops had arrived and I wondered if Jesse had called them while she upstairs or if a neighbor heard the gunshot.

Brandon heard the sirens and grabbed the gun; he ran out of the house. He was so disorientated that he ran right into police while holding a gun. They thought he was attacking them, so they put close twenty bullets in him.

I moved closer to Jesse and held her in my arms. She was still hanging on. I kissed her head and told her it was going to be alright. She looked to be in so much pain just to breathe.

"It. Felt. Like the right. Thing," she coughed as I squeezed her hand.

"Shhh…it's okay to let go," I held back my tears as the cops started to move in on Brandon and search the house. When I looked back down at her, she was gone.