blue jay | janiel

twenty nine

Joey

The receptionist's words hit me like a ton of bricks. My mouth hung open and I was absolutely stunned.

"Would you like to see him?" The receptionist asked. "Visiting hours closed 10 minutes ago but I can let you go. His room is in B35."

"Has anyone else visited him?" I managed to say.

"Yes, two people came by my desk looking for him. One was a blond girl who said she was his best friend and the other was his boss."

"His boss?" I repeated.

"Yeah, he was angry. He mumbled something about having to 'call off the entire thing' but I have no idea what he was talking about."

Wordlessly, I turned around and walked towards the exit doors. My legs shook uncontrollably beneath me, threatening to fall and I sat against a wall. I brought my knees to my chest as hot tears poured from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. Pain seared through my heart like a sharp burning arrow and a choked sob escaped my lips.

Derek is not Derek

Derek is Daniel Preda

Daniel is an undercover cop

All he wanted was to find me

and send me to prison

He never cared about me

He used me

He kissed me

He pretended to love me

My

whole

world

has

shattered

and

everything

was

a

lie.