All Chapters of MATCH MADE IN HELL.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I am going to be sick. I run outside, leaving Kerrick still analyzing the writting on the wall. I start feeling better once I am outside but I think of the blood and I still end up puking. "Hey, are you okay?" I had not hear him walking behind me. I stand straight. "Yeah, I'm good," he gets the strand of hair that is near my eye. "You know it is perfectly okay if you're not," he says, giving me a small smile. "I am fine," he nods, before taking out his phone. "Is it real blood?" I ask, scared of the answer. "I can't be sure, we will have to wait for forensics," he explains before walking away to make a phone call. What the hell is going on?The forensics team arrives within an hour. I watch as they walk in the house, still not believing that after fifteen years they are these many people here. I close my eyes and try to think of anything other than what is actually happening. "Do you want me to drive you?" Kerrick asks. He is face is full of concern and even a little bit of guilt.

He is down in what feels like a second. There is commotion as everyone hides below their tables and chairs, leaving just me exposed. I am staring at the bleeding Kerrick, wondering what the hell is happening."KERRICK!". I am screaming like a mad woman. He is clasping tightly onto his chest. I remove my blazer and place it on his wound. "Hold on. The ambulance is on its way," I say, finally kneeling beside him. There is no fear in his eyes. That worries me more. He starts blinking. "Don't close your eyes, okay? You hear me," I am pressing the wound with as much force as I can. "Call the damn ambulance," I scream to no one in particular. "Hold on, you are going to be fine. Just hold on," I plead with him as he closes his eyes. My attention is on him that everything around us seems to disappear.I don't even see the ambulance and police cars that surround the place. "Move back," one of the paramedics says. "I can't. He will bleed out," my once white blazer is now covered with blood.

It has been a week since I went to visit Kerrick in the hospital. I am back to seeing my patients and I have started to enjoy my quiet, undisturbed routine. I have had dinner with Jade twice this week at Rochelle's and it felt just like old times. There is still a lot in my head, but I have decided to deal with issues as they come. Today I had a lot of patients with barely an hour to spare for myself. When I finally finish updating my notes for the day, it is already past eleven and I can't wait to get home. The office building is empty and dark, except for the blinking security lights. I hurry into the elevator and press ground floor. My office is on the third floor. The elevator doors open at the second floor. A guy with a large frame and a hoodie gets on. He moves around me. I try to look at his face, but I only catch a glimpse of his chin. He leans at the elevator wall behind me and the hairs at the back of my neck stand. I can feel him staring at me. I give in and look beh

I have dresses to go to parties, I do. But this feels like it requires something else. Something that only Jade can help me look for. That is why I am having a second glass of wine as I wait for her. I want to say she is never late, but that would be a lie.She pulls over in front of the wine bar. I watch as she gets out of the car and puts on her sunglasses. She parts her hair effortlessly using her hand. I can't stop staring at her, amazed by her presence. Believe me everyone here is looking at her. She is simply magnetic. "Sorry for keeping you waiting hon," she says, drinking the rest of my wine. "Where were you?" she looks around. "The other side of town. I have been trying my best to avoid spending any time at home," she explains. "Why? I thought with Rackel out of the house, you would like it," she takes her sunglasses off revealing bloodshot eyes. "Well, so did I," she looks exhausted. "Turns out my dad is really hard to live with, especially when he is alone. His attenti

We are in the third row in the auction hall. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the auction,” even with the mask on I can tell it is Jaden.He steps down the podium, and a lady dressed in blue takes over. Her voice is charming as it echoes in every corner of the hall.She begins the auction, and everyone goes silent. All the pieces are exquisite but, I have my eyes set on a specific one.The auction is competitive, and brutal. “This is going for fifty thousand dollars,” she says, pointing at the art that had stolen my attention.It is cheaper compared to the other pieces. I don’t hesitate, I raise my pedal. I can feel someone watching me. I resist the urge to look back.“A hundred,” I know who the voice belongs to, the guy in the devil mask.I have never touched the trust fund left by my parents. I have the money, but I am sure if I raise the number, he will raise his and we will keep doing that until I get frustrated or he gets bored.I still hate the fact that the art is