Bullet Shaped Heart

003.

Continuous from the last chapter.

                                     -Carson-

I'm in the car heading back to the office. I'm more drunk than I am sober. I can control my alcohol pretty well, but ever since I came back, I've been dreading meeting my sister. I don't want to see the look on her face. I had to leave.

My driver has seen me in this state one too many times, but its okay.

I usually either speak to girls when I'm trying to do something with them, or I just don't. I just sit downing my body weight in alcohol.

I met this girl today, she had a catchy name 'Rayne,' it sounds made up. She was nice, but I could just tell that she was like me.

She had a whole entire closet full of skeletons.

I don't take phone numbers from girls anymore. The idea of putting someone through my shit isn't very appealing to me. No one deserves that.

That's why I left, but unfortunately my siblings would never understand it.

Midst my thoughts, the car stopped in front of  a coffee shop. I open the window and order a cup of coffee. It may be late, but I have to work.

I have this new case, I need to beat Liliana Blake.
I didn't mind crushing her to pieces. The only issue is my sister works for her.

She's quiet praised. Jackson can not stop talking about her.

I miss my sister so much, more than I can express. It broke me to push her away, but again no one deserves to deal with me and my burden.

I still check on her from time to time. She doesn't know I do though.

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I walk in the building to see Nick on the phone. The minute he seems me he puts his hand on the microphone to block the sound.

"Holy shit, how much did you drink?" Was it that obvious I was drunk?

" I'm fine." Is all I say. He knows not to keep pushing.

I'm sitting on the couch half dead with my coffee still attached to my hand. A loud thump echoed through out the hallway followed by another. I'm too tired to get up.

"Nick, what the fuck are you doing?" I yell not moving an inch, but i get no response back. Absolute silence.

What the fuck is he up to?

The loud thump echoes again. I get up.

"I swear to god I'm going to beat you half to death if you don't stop whatever it is you're doing." I make my way into Nick's office, and he's laying on the ground.

Fucking fuck.

I rush to his side and he opens his eyes rubbing his head.

"Shit," He says just above a whisper.

"What the hell happened?" Are we under attack? What happened here?

"Come on, There is someone in the building." He tries to get up. He probably has a concussion. His balance isn't steady and he looks like he needs to hold onto something. He reaches into his hostler and takes his gun out.

I'm a little sober now. I follow him and Jonas meets us in the hallway. That kid pisses me off so much.

I had to hire him because they told me I'd have to pick one out of the five files and he was apparently the best option according to Nick.

If he's the best I wonder what the others were like.

I blame you, Nick.

We search the bottom floor and head up back to the top one. The person in question apparently weighs 20 pounds because their footsteps are nonexistent.