“We are dead to you. You won’t contact us. You won’t bother us. You won’t try and surveil us. You won’t anything us, or else I will have the wrath of the world come down straight on your head. Do. You. Understand. Me.”
“Ungrateful bitch!” he says, turning to look at Destiny but before he makes eye contact I clock him clean across the jaw. Predictably officers are on me instantly.
They begin dragging me out of the house and Destiny just shakes her head this time and buries it in her hands, following me.
“Wait!” one of the officers says. “I just put the memory chip to this thing in my phone and fast forwarded through the footage. She’s right. She did fire warning shots at the senator.”
“She was trying to kill me!” he yells. “Have her arrested.”
The police officers say nothing, just huddling around the officer with the memory card installed in the slot of his phone.
“Sir, she’s at point blank range and she lifts the gun and fires well over your head. There’s no intention here.” They mumble amongst themselves and then the world turns on its axis as the main officer approaches Freddy and cuffs him. “Senator Franks, you have the right to remain silent.”
“Fuck you! I didn’t do anything.”
“But you tried and she was too smart for you… too quick. A step ahead, prick.”
“Did you vote for that guy?” someone says.
“Never liked him. I actually always vote against him. You can check my Twitter,” someone else says.
I have no idea if they’re telling the truth or not. All I know is Franks didn’t and now he’s going to be paying the price for it.
“Where were we my super smart little señorita?” I ask.
“How did you know I speak Spanish?” she asks, as I take her hand.
“I just guessed because from what I’ve seen you can do everything.”
“That’s exactly how I feel, now that I’ve found my Daddy and I know he’s got my back.”
“Your damn right, but that’s only a piece. Daddy wants all of you. Your heart, your soul…everything.”
“It might be my birthday, but that’s a gift I promise I’ve given to you.”
“Just as I give the same to you,” I say, as we cross the threshold of her home for the last time.
“Speaking of birthdays, I almost forgot.” I slide my hand into my pocket and pull out a rectangular, wrapped gift.
“You got me something!” she says, her eyes widening.
I say nothing, just hand her my gift.
“You chose this wrapping paper?” she looks up at me incredulously examining all the little desserts that make up the d
esign.
“Part of me wants to tell you it’s all they had, but another part wants me to say that I’m going to spoil you silly for the rest of our days, always, and that I thought you’d like it.”
“Which is true?”
“Both, just like the feelings we have for each other.”
Carefully she slides a fingernail along the tape, not ripping into the gift. “I know I’m going to want to save this.”
“Even the wrapping paper?”
“All of it. I want the entirety of the memory.”