My body was weak and I knew that it was my time to go, so I lay in bed at a motel that I rented for a few days because that is all I had at the time… days to live. I laid on my back and I looked at the ceiling took my last bottle of brandy and jugged it down. If I was going to die then I might as well leave taking in the last thing that I loved.
I could not help but feel for Lisa, although she was dying as I was, I wished she did it while sleeping next to me. I could not change the past and I was definitely not going to try.
**
1 day later
I kept praying to myself that Max was okay. There was about five police vans going to the location where Max was being kept hostage. We had finally managed to track Susan’s phone to an abandoned house in the outskirts of the city.
I was hoping that
