He was dead. I couldn't believe it. Eric was dead.
Fitz had turned around last minute just as he was about to pull the trigger and shot Eric right between the eyes. I was in complete shock. I couldn't even cry at that moment. It still didn't hit me that my son was dead.
Fitz turned around after shooting Eric and pointed his gun at Eli, but Eli already shot Fitz in the chest.
"You fucking asshole. YOU'RE GOING TO DIE FOR KILLING MY SON!" Eli shot Fitz three more times in the chest and then fell on his knees and started to cry. Fitz's body laid on the ground, a pool of blood starting to form. I walked over to Eli and put my arms around his shoulder and started to cry as well. Soon my cries turned into heavy sobs. Next thing I knew I couldn't breathe for how hard I was crying. After about 15 minutes of hard crying, Eli and I walked to where Eric's dead body sat on the chair and untied him. I held his body and cried even harder than before. Eli moved Fitz's body and then kneeled where I was, put his hand on my back and just cried with me.
I looked at Eric's face. He didn't look like himself. His face was blue and cold, but there was blood running down the middle of his face from where he got shot. His eyes were still opened, but they were blank and lifeless. Seeing his face broke my heart into a million of pieces. Its my fault he's dead. I went looking for Fitz and making him angry that he took my son and killed him. Its something I'll never forgive myself for.
Its been around 3 months since Eric's death. It hasn't been easy for the family. Annabelle took it the hardest out of everyone. When we first told her Eric died, she cried for a month straight. She wouldn't leave her room, eat, talk to anyone or sleep. I became very worried that she might die from malnutrition. We had to take her a therapist. At first she refused to go and kept herself locked in her room. Finally after a while she realized she needed to talk to someone, so we made an appointment.
I thought for sure after the incident Eli would blame me for the death of our son and would leave me. But it turns out that he didn't think it was my fault. He told me eventually Fitz would have found me home one day and would profess his love one way or another. I'm glad I have Eli with me. Sometimes at night I'll wake up and start to cry and he'll hold me and try to comfort me.
Planning Eric's funeral was torture. That's when it really hit me that he was gone. I had a hard time doing it, but so many family members helped us out. My mom stayed with us for a bit after Eric's death. She cooked meals for us and would try to talk to Annabelle. Every time I walked by Annabelle's room, she played 'Wish You were Here' by Pink Floyd over and over again on her stereo. I wanted to help her so badly, but she was too devastated to talk to anyone.
Last I heard, someone who worked at Above The Dot found Fitz's body and contacted the police. They didn't find any evidence that he was murdered, so they just left the case. Fitz had no family, so there was no funeral for him, not that I would go. I'll never forgive the bastard to what he did to our family.
A couple of days later after the 3 month anniversary of Eric's death Annabelle ran down the stairs as I entered the front door, coming home from work. "Mom, some strange man came to the door while you were at work. He said his name was Jake Martin."