Over Him... (Sort Of)

CHRIS POV

Sitting in my car I was just watching. I waited until Jada fell asleep to come here. Didn't want her alone at night. Watching the same man walk out of the precinct. He looked so sickly. A smile crept on my face. It's working.

He didn't look healthy by any means. It seems like his days were numbered. All bones and weak looking.

Shaking my head... he did this to himself. He worked with the enemy. So now he must punish. He helped kill my baby. Along with putting Jada in a coma. Having our daughter not have a mother for two months.

Just thinking all of this made me angry. Seeing him cough profusely made me happy. He deserves everything that happens to him. I know you all might be asking what did I do.

Well... about three months ago.  I snuck into his home and waited for him to come in. As he slept I put chloroform onto a napkin and gently placed it on his nose letting him fall into a deep sleep.

Figuring he was out cold. I took the syringe from my pocket. Debating if I should do this but I had to protect my family. Injecting him with the aids virus I watched as the liquid in the syringe disappear.

Making sure the marking in his arm instantly heals up. I exited his home.

Now I'm here months later watching him disintegrate in-front of me. It made me smile knowing he's suffering. By the time we move to France he should succumb to this virus.

As he pulls off I felt happy. 

Getting back home I quietly walked back inside that's when I saw Jada she stood there confused. "Where were you?" She asked.

"I couldn't sleep so I went for a drive. Everything okay?" I asked.

"Had a bad dream. I woke up and you wasn't there" she said.

Pulling her to me "I'm sorry".

She shrugged "I'm fine... just got a little worried".

"I'm fine. No need to worry about anything. You are completely safe with me now. No one will ever try and hurt you or take you from me again" I said.

Walking her to our room... we got into the bed together. She laid on my chest and I held her close to me. Before I knew it she was sleeping. Hearing small noises from her... she's dreaming. Hopefully happy dreams.

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JADA POV

Knowing we would be going to France soon. I wanted to visit my dad. I feel bad he would be here alone. But as an adult I had to start my life with my family.

"Jada do you want that tea you like?" He asked.

Here we go... Look it's been very frustrating not being able to just remember the most simplest things.

"Which tea would that be?" I asked.

He smiled "don't worry about it... once you taste it you'll instantly remember".

"I hope so" I joked.

Now he was right. Once that apple taste hit my tongue I knew what the name on the tea was. It made me smile to remember.

"You know seeing you in the hospital scared me. We already lost your mother... the feeling I might lose you... it was scary!" He said.

"I don't want you to think I'm crazy. But mom was with me the entire time. We talked and she says she misses you. That you did a great job raising me" I said.

My dad took the napkin and wiped the tear from his eye "she will always be the love of my life. That's why I never remarried or dated".

That made my heart melt.

"I hope Chris takes care of you and Gianna. That he loves you with all his heart. I want you to experience true love"  he said.

I nodded "Chris may be stubborn but he's come around a lot. Sad to say with all that happened it changed him. But for the better".

"I'm going to miss you all. But I will be there for a visit. Don't want to miss Gianna growing up" he said.

"You won't. If anything we can FaceTime" I smiled.

I'm going to another country where the only people I have is Chris and Gianna. No one else.

The television was on as we were at the table. My dad had a thing about having on the news while he was in the kitchen.

Breaking news...

Detective Brown who is the head detective was found unconscious in the parking lot. Over the last couple of weeks colleagues say he wasn't well. We won't know exactly what's the cause of this new found issue. But we will keep you updated as this story progresses...

The memory of being accused and harassed start replaying in my mind. I should feel sorry but I can't... something else I saw with him but I can remember...

"Are you okay?" My dad asked.

Fake smiling "yeah I'm good".