so small flat screen TV hung on the wall, and shelves full of pictures and knick knacks were scattered about.
Just left of the very large open living room was a door leading to a bedroom and off to the right was a door to a fairly spacious modern bathroom. Her kitchen was big with an island separating it from the living room. The color scheme of the home was of bold dark colors, and the floors were all hard wood. As he searched her place, he found photos of family, and it made him think of the days of their childhood together. The good and the bad. It also made him remember the day he told her he just wasn’t good enough for her. He could see the love in her eyes that day.
It was a typical Saturday for them. They had made plans to hang out and go to the movies that night. It was actually pre-planned. Routine for them, but one of his father’s jobs that he did that day set him on an emotional roller coaster. It had him changing his mindset, and he knew he had to push Jenn away. He didn’t want her in the crossfire, didn’t want her getting hurt. That day, Sean had made his first kill.
With what was still blood on his hands, he met up with Jenn at a coffee shop to break the news. She was her chipper self. Full of smiles and love in her eyes. They ordered their coffee and sat in silence for a few moments.
Jenn couldn’t contain herself in the silence. “So what was so important that we are here now Sean?” She smiled big at him. It hurt him to see that smile, knowing what he was about to do.
He reached across the table and grasped her hand. “Babe, there are things happening, feelings are changing.” He squeezed her hand and took a deep breath. “You know I love you babe, but I’m no good for you.” He looked deep into her eyes and waited with baited breath.
Her eyes watered. “What do you mean Sean?” She pulled her hand free from his and wiped her eye. “I thought things….” She began to mumble. “I mean I thought…” She couldn’t finish, she was so confused and upset.
“Babe.”
“Don’t babe, me, you jerk.”
He sighed. “Jenn, you don’t understand.” He slumped back in his seat. “Shit is happening and you just, you just… I don’t want you to get hurt.” He crossed his arms across his chest. He was getting frustrated. He hated having to do this. He truly did love her, but he needed to get away from her, for her safety. He didn’t want her to know what he was doing, what he had done. She would hate him, just like he hated himself.
“Hurt? The only person hurting me is you Sean.” She reached for her purse and pulled out a Kleenex. “I don’t understand. I love….”
Sean couldn’t hear her say it, he knew he would buckle. He had to get out of there so when she started to say those words, he up and ran out.
There were photos of her and her father, old and new. Some with her and her mother when she was a child. No recent ones with her mother since she passed away when Jenn was just thirteen. A robbery gone wrong, they said. Sean knew that was just a cover story. Her father didn’t want Jenn knowing what kind of side business he was running. The kind of business that had gotten him in deep shit and ended up causing the death of his wife.
Sean’s father and Jenn’s father had become rivals while the pair of them were in school together. He learned all about it as he got older. The fight for territory for buying and selling their merchandise was a blind spot to Jenn, but it was not so much for Sean. Having older brothers that partook in the business, brought Sean into the loop. Once Sean got involved, he did everything he could to prevent Jenn from knowing about it. And to do so, as time went, he withdrew himself from her life, little by little with hopes that she would not notice what was happening right in her own neighborhood. With the exception of hanging with her on their pre-planned nights, Sean began to distance himself.
He found a black knap sack in her closet,