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2 DAYS LATER
JJ MAYBANK

My phone died. I don't know how long ago. It's been a while. But now, I'm all alone. Completely.

The door opened and I looked up quickly. John B, Kie, Pope, and Sarah stood there. They had looks of sorrow on their faces. John B walked over and held up his phone. I looked at it and watched the screen. It was a news report. Rafe Cameron had been transferred to solitary confinement in the prison. His trial was to begin in a week. John B pocketed his phone and looked at me. "It's over, ok? Can I let you go now?" he asked. I nodded quietly. He untied me and I rubbed the bruise around my wrist. "I'm sorry about that but I had to be sure you wouldn't-" he started. "How could you?!" I screamed. I jumped up and tackled him to the ground. "JJ!" Kiara yelled. I punched John B across the face and pinned him down. "You fucking bastard!" I yelled. "JJ, get off of him!" Pope said. "What are you going to do, JJ?" John B said calmly. I glared at him. "Are you going to kill your best friend?" he asked. I froze. "You can hate me now, if you want. I don't care. But Lexi wouldn't want this. She wouldn't want you hurting like this, so full of rage and hate that it consumes you. She wouldn't want that and you know it." he said. My eyes filled with tears and I shook my head. "Come on, JJ. She's gone, but she isn't forgotten. What she stood for, isn't forgotten. Honor her, don't let her death be in vain." he said. I broke down and tears began to stream down my cheeks. John B pulled me into his arms and I tried to pull away. "It's ok," he whispered. "I loved her, I miss her so much," I cried. He nodded. "Me too," he said gently. I nodded and we all just sat there, quietly. Eventually, I stopped crying. The rage seemed to die down and I took a breath. "She wouldn't want this," I said again. John B nodded. "She wanted you to be happy. That's all she ever wanted." he said. She deserved to be happy too. She was trapped for so long, at least she died free. She died at peace. I guess I'll have to make my peace too. I can't let myself become trapped by a need for vengeance. No more traps.

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