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This is my life

Enviado por Frances Keating el 09/04/2008 a las 11:52 PM

Estoy FELIZZ porque al fin termine la introduccion de mi libro.Me tomo bastante tiempo porque no tenia tiempo para escribir,peeero al fin me llego la inspiracion.Mary tu eres testigo! Lamentablemente esta en ingles.Sorry pero esta en ingles! pronto en spanish,I promise

 ohh y por favor tomen en cuanta que esta sin editar ya que lo termine hace un par de horas.

either way.ENJOY!!

He looked at his reflexion on the mirror. He hadn´t change much, despite all the year he had left behind and all the things he had been through. At least everything would be over, all the damage, the pain and death was soon to be over. He was glad; he was coming home at least. The knock on the door didn´t erase all the thoughts in his head, after all it was all that kept him alive; his family, his little girls.

 

"Sir, we´re ready" the man outside the tiny bathroom spoke.

 

He washed his face one more time and sighed heavily. After what it seems to be hours he dared to walk out, he was welcomed by new officers, most of them newbies who had no idea what they were getting themselves into. To be certain, neither did him. They followed them close, watching his every move in admiration

 

"Listen up everybody!" he spoke with determination, every single head turned towards him, listening to every word he said "this is the last step for our two year investigation. We have lost too many lives, we have suffered enough and its time to put an end to it"

 

They nodded in unison as he spoke. He could see the anxiety in each and every face. He could see they were as tired as he was; they were as hurt as he was.

 

"I know each and one of you wants to get his way, wants to make this son of a bitch suffer..." he wasn´t sure if he´s mind was playing a trick on him or not, but he could swear he heard some cheers from the back. "And you will, but for now let’s make sure we caught him first"

 

They walked towards the door; he was the last man to leave the bulding. He closed his eyes and sighed and followed the rest of his team outside, as usual they were waiting for him in each car, and he was the only one to give the last word. He got into his own car and looked at the sunset, this might take hours.

 

"c´mon, let´s get this over with"

 

 

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He didn´t realize how empty the house was until he heard his own footsteps making eco on the walls. He had separated from the rest of team hours ago, he thought they might have left him behind or thought he was already dead. He held his gun firmly in his hand and looked behind him every so often, making sure he was actually alone.

 

´God this is taking forever´ he though as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead

 

Crack

 

He turned around quickly, searching into the dark for the source of the sound. He was scared, he had to admit it, he was afraid everything might be a set up...

 

"Who´s there?" he asked

 

No answer.

 

Crack

 

"Police, Who´s there?!" he screamed once again.

 

Suddenly he let himself be seen. Dominic, the man he was craving to see, walked calmly towards him. He was surprised to see he had no gun in his hand and he didn´t looked scared of him at all. In fact, what scared him the most was that he had a mocking smile on his face.

 

"Sergeant Andrew Keating, is so nice to finally see you" Dominic spoke, still walking slowly towards Andrew. He still had that mocking smile on his face.

 

"Stay where you are" Andrew says pointing his gun towards Dominic. He stopped and raised his hands in surrender.

 

"I came here to make a deal, Andrew" Dominic whispered.

 

 

"Sergeant Keating to you, son of a bitch" he answered with clinched teeth’s, controlling the impulse to kill him right away.

 

"You don´t really need to be rude" Dominic answered with a fake tone of offence.

 

"Give me one reason, just one reason not to kill you"

 

Dominic thought for a minute, making Andrew feel even more desperate than he was before. Then he felt his heart stopped; his older daughter, Abigail, was in front of him a gun on his head.

 

"I´m sure now I got your attention, don´t I?"

 

"Leave her out of this" He still held the gun firmly in his hand, even though this action could cause Abigail´s dead.

 

"Why should I do that? She´s such a lovely lady"

 

He stared at her daughter´s face, she looked scared as a baby, her eyes red from the tears. It broke his heart to put her through this; always the selfish father, he cursed himself million times.

 

"You wanna make a deal? Then let’s do it"

 

Dominic laughed bitterly "fine. You are gonna let me go and I will give you your precious daughter, safe and sound. That´s your deal"

 

"No" Andrew answered quickly, too quickly. "I cannot do that"

 

"oh that´s a pity" Dominic said and whispered to Abigail´s hear "see, I told you he never loved you..."

 

"Shut up!!" she screamed crying "he loves me..." but she wasn´t sure if that was true, not anymore.

 

"I can´t do this to my team"

 

"Your team?  Your daughter is about to die and you´re worried about your team? Wow, what a selfish little bastard you are"

 

"Then take me." Andrew said, dropping his gun to the ground "take me and let her go"

 

"No, Dad...daddy please" Abby cried desperately

 

“Tempting…"

 

"I´ll work for you, I´ll do whatever you want just let her go"

 

Dominic pushed Abigail aside in a blink. She felt to the floor and hit her head against the ground. Andrew jumped to her side to help her but she didn´t respond. Before he could move, a gun was being pushed against his forehead.

 

"who´s  the boss now?"

 

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