HER

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟹

♪ᴀsᴛʀᴏɴᴏᴍʏ ʙʏ ᴄᴏɴᴀɴ ɢʀᴀʏ♪

                                     Rᴏxʏ

I never thought death was real until grandma passed away, even up till today I still couldn't believe that she was really gone. Death  happens to everyone except the person whom has died, it's having to spend the rest of your life wondering how you'll get through the days without that person. I would never see her again and it scared me every time I thought about it, that if I'd visit her old house she wouldn't be standing in the kitchen listening to her favorite radio talk show, or falling asleep on the sofa while watching whatever would be playing on the tv. The house would be empty, barely filled with any memories, like she had taken most of them with her.

Losing someone close to you isn't easy. It shouldn't be. Grief isn't easy. Attending a funeral isn't either. But after two of my closest friends had been murdered, I had to endure it. Angel and Bumble were dead. They were murdered. Innocent lives were taken while I lied back, and ate waffles in New Jersey and if I didn't get my ass back in New York, Lucy would be next. He would pay his men to hurt the people I cared about most.

Now you must be thinking, What fucked up psycho would go around killing innocent people?

Troy's dad. Mr.Trevor. That guy could buy him a private island with all the money he had but instead he wanted me dead, he nearly achieved it but his precious little Luke failed on the assignment. I had to admit Blake had me fooled. Don't even get me started on Mom. I was stunned at how they all betrayed me but now that I knew everything, I had a few things that needed to be done back in New York.

There are 5 stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I'd like to add one more: REVENGE.

Thanks to Troy, I'm was still alive, therefore I wasn't mad at him, annoyed a bit but not mad.

"Roxy?!" Troy called me out of my thoughts.

"I have to go." I said, standing up from the sofa

"Wha—no!" He yelled in disbelief.

"Can I borrow your car keys?" I asked him ignoring his pleas to make me stay.

He sighed then glanced over to ma, giving her the 'talk some sense into her' look.

"You can use my car dear." She finally spoke after the exchange of looks between her and Troy.

"Ma! Are you nuts?!" He threw his hands up in the air.

She walked towards me, ignoring him completely. "I know that look." She told me with a small smile. "What's the plan?"

I grinned before asking. "Are there any nearby tattoo parlors around here?"

I watched as Troy's eyes opened in shock.

"I'll drive you." She agreed, placing her hand on my shoulder. "I'll grab my keys real quick then we can leave okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

"What are you doing?! You can't leave! He's got people all around on the look for you!" Troy whisper shouted at me once she's left the living room.

"I have to prepare." I answered bluntly.

He scoffed. "For what?! Your death?!"

"Precisely." I teased him and he stared deadly into my eyes, pulling me towards him. "Don't ever joke like that."

"Shall we go?" Ma asked, walking back in.

I nodded and got out of his grip before putting my shades on.

"Lovely." She said, hooking her arm in mine and walking towards the front door.

"Roxy wait!" Troy called from behind.

"Can't talk love, I have funerals to attend." I said, looking over my shoulder.

We walked out and ma closed the door behind her.

"You remind me so much of her." She told me as we walked up to her car and climbed into it.

I smiled, immediately knowing that she was talking about Troy's mom.

"Well, if I make it out alive, I'd love to hear all about her."

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As a kid I never thought that tattoos were cool. I thought I'd never get any. I also thought that Santa Claus was real. But even he couldn't give me the one present I kept asking him for. "Make him come back. He's lost and can't find me. Make him come back Santa." I begged Santa for three whole years.

Papi never came back. He was never lost and he wasn't trying to find me. I know that now. I think I always have.

"All done." Kyle, the tattooist says.

"Nice!" I complimented his work.

He smiled widely, his bright blue eyes staring into my soul. I cleared my throat, putting my shades back on again. You can't trust blue eyed people these days. "Any inspiring stories behind these two choices?" He asked, referring to the newly tattooed bee on my wrist and the name 'Angelica' on my forearm.

"Just memories." I replied bluntly.

"You mind sharing?" He compelled me, placing his hand over mine.

I shook my head. "I wish I could but I have a hair appointment at the salon in twenty minutes. I explained, looking at my imaginary wrist watch.

"What hair appointment? You didn't mention anything about a— Roxy, look out!" Ma screamed.

I felt the cold steel of a gun being held to the side of my head and Kyle's body behind me.

"Take one step forward and I'll shoot." He told her.

"Let her go!" She yelled bravely.

"She's worth fifty million dollars. Probably more if she were dead..." He pushed the gun harder against my head, placing his finger on the trigger.

"Gosh you're hard." I teased him.

"Please, I'm begging you!" Ma pleaded.

"Get out of here!" I instructed her and she hesitated for a second but then quickly ran out.

"Thanks for the free tattoos." I mumbled underneath my breath.

He chuckled. "See you in hell." Are Kyle's last words before he pulled the trigger.

𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴! 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴!