Blackmailed For Love

Kristian

 "Jenkins will meet you downstairs and drive you to the office." I hit send on the text and slipped my phone in my pocket as I picked up my coffee and drank the bitter burning liquid.

Last night, I had slipped a little.

Like a drunk fool, begging for her presence I had gone to her and brought her here.

And even though she hadn't been here for that long, I felt like she should be.

It was fucking pathetic considering she disappeared somewhere in the middle of the night without telling me.I didn’t know why I thought it would be better to take out my bottled up anger on her, that I will get a sense of peace after taking my revenge from her for what she did.

Maybe I should stop before it's too late, before I lose myself in her and get addicted again.

Maybe I should end this here and now, and let her go.I should give her back her job in the file room and get rid of her once and for all before she consumes me like she did in the past.

There was something about her big blue eyes that sucks you in and she makes you go crazy with an intense need to have her.

My phone pinged from an incoming text.I pulled it out and saw a text from my brother.

"You are still coming, right?"

"Of course, I am."

I put my phone on the kitchen counter and made my way to my bedroom upstairs.I swear I could smell her still and for that alone I wanted to rip the sheets off and throw them out, but a part of me wanted to sleep in those same sheets when I came back tonight in my empty apartment.

Half an hour later I was on the road in my new Buggati driving through the crowds of New York and exiting the city in favor of the countryside with small towns.

Three hours later I entered one of those small towns in which I had spent my childhood.

Black Mountain came into view, the streets, the shops and the houses all too familiar.

And with it came the haunting memories that outweighed the good ones.I sped through the narrow roads leaving the main town behind and into the part that was lined with forest.

down, I pulled

red roses from the console.I

and taking a deep breath in became something that I couldn't do.I

green grass, the colorful flowers around the grave could never hide the pain that resided

here was someone's father,

A sibling.

friend or a

of these people were only distinguished by the name on_ their headstone and two of them bore my

My parents.

my father’s and

my eyes as I brought an age old faded picture of them together and happy from my mind

promise I had made her when I was losing her.I gritted my teeth against the rush of emotions

ears and I stood up to face

as he walked toward

he looked boyish.He rubbed his knee as he said, "It’s the

at him as I looked him over, trying to see

I wouldn't put it aside if he was hiding something from me.There was always that problem with him, he was always running away from anything that

I just forgot.I was busy."

"Busy, doing what?"

smile as he said, "Kathy

my head as

not coming back

New York for her college.I just didn't want him to be heartbroken when she finds someone else out there while my brother remains here

his time to shake his head as he said,

to New York and be with her.I

"I like it here."

you should

middle that was visible from where we stood at the periphery of the cemetery.When I

"No." I lied.

to look for her and the answers that he thinks would take