"On the ground!"
The burst came at a time I thought I would pass out. With Alfred holding me down, his knee pressing into my lower back, tears streamed down my face, my neck craned by his grip in my hair and the cool of his blade against the flesh of my throat.
I yelped when I felt the sting on my scalp as he pulled me from my position with just my hair. Holding the blade firmly to my throat, he moved backwards but there was no where else to go. At this point, Alfred would kill me.
"I said on the ground!" Mason yelled. Even he couldn't provide me any comfort right now. His jaw was so tight it had to be uncomfortable. And I get why. I was in his bed the other night after all.
I was shaking, my stomach churning with undigested food. I knew I was going to get ousted but not this soon. Alfred, aka Freddy and my childhood friend, had been my primary target. I was promised a lower sentence for my involvement in the shipment of cocaine if I cooperated with the police. And I agreed. I agreed because I was tired of living mediocre.
I was the mole for months. Alfred was too hooked on his powder and sexual high to actually catch on. But I guess time had run out.
"Come any closer and I will slit her throat."
He meant it. If anything, the pure venom dripping from his words was enough to tell me followed by his deathly grip that sent pain running through my scalp. Mason was glaring actively behind me and I had no doubt Freddy was doing the same. Freddy knew. He had to know that I and Superintendent Flood were in some sort of relationship. In a fluid movement, he brought his lips to my ear, through my thick ginger mane, and whispered,
"Remember Cancun? Where we promised we'd die together? Are you ready baby?"
I shook my head, "Freddy please..."
"Don't call me that!" He snapped, his voice heated and the blade cut a little into my skin at his jerky movement, "You don't get to call me that after you snitched on me. The only person who had the right to call me that is now dead to me. But don't worry. You will join her soon, my love. Oh Camila. I would have given anything for you."
"But you were about to let me rot in prison."
His cackle comes out in short spurts and heavy breaths. Almost like he's...crying.
"I planned a burst. Did you not know? I had it all figured out. It was the plan to get you out. But you couldn't wait. You just didn't trust me Camila. The Camila I knew would never have doubted me. She'd know I was coming for her no matter what. She would not have sold me for a few pennies and a quick f*ck."
"But this...Freddy..."
"Don't call me that!"
"Step away from her." Mason looked furious, his face contorting to look like something out of hell.
"Shut up! Stop talking." Freddy yelled back at him.
"This wasn't the life I wanted with you. This wasn't what we planned. This isn't..."
"I know..." His voice softens, "I know." He sniffs, "You think I don't know that Camila? How much I have failed as a man? A lover? A friend? But still...all I had was you. You..." He buries his head into my hair.
"Now. I'll take you with me Camila. I can't leave you behind."
My eyes catch movement from the window before a red light flashes.
"No! Stop-" I yell but I'm too late. Glass shatters and warm liquid splatters on my face just as Freddy drops behind me. Dead.
"Oh God. No. Freddy. My love. Freddy!" I go to pick him up but I'm stopped and hoisted by my waist. I can't mistake that cologne. Mason Flood. What is he even doing here? Who am I asking? He is here for me. I know. We had been dancing around the chemistry we had for all these months now. However, I know I can't mistake what he said to me just before he took my body,
"When this is all over, I will not hold the brakes much longer."
This is him staking claim. I know it and I hate it. I hate him. He knew Freddy would die. He knew. So, I fight against him. I buckled as hard as I could, kicking and screaming,
"Let go of me! A**hole! Let me go!"
"Never."
"You're a horrible person." I say when he finally drops me to my feet, away from the scene. From Freddy.
"Calm down. I thought he would be reasonable but then he had to bring the knife to your throat. Call me whatever you want, baby. But no one - absolutely no one - threatens what's mine."
His greys are deep pits of hell right now; boiling and blazing. I think I escaped one hell to be the queen of another.
Somehow, I started this with one storyline in mind and soon it spiraled and I just couldn't stop. So, somehow, our Superintendent managed to save the Belle of the ball...not quite sure what I was running here but this is my response to the 5 Minute Write in the spirit of the Dreemport Challenge. And My partner 
