Alfred's POV

I pulled up in the massive brick driveway. I rushed to the front door and starting knocking. I waited hoping she would answer. Standing there waiting, I looked through the glass in the door and then through the living room window. She had to be here. I was starting to get nervous until I heard her voice.

"You are not suppose to be here."

"I did it! I took her out!"

"No you didn't. All you did was screw up. She's not dead."

"She has to be. I rammed into her."

"You may have but she is still alive. A friend of mine called and it's all over the news."

I was starting to sweat. It couldn't be true. Melanie and I made eye contact as I drove off; she could identify me.

"Look you can't be here. I will meet you later at our normal place."

"What time?"

"In a hour. I can't have them link me with you."

"You said if I did it, we would be together, Stacey."

"We will but you have to go, Kane will be here any minute."

"You said you were leaving him."

"I can't right now. We will talk later."

I walked up to her and gave her a kiss. She tried pushing me away but finally gave in.

"One hour Stacey."

I turned and walked away getting in my car and driving off.

Stacey POV

I watched as Alfred drove back through the gate and turned pulling off into traffic. What was so hard? He could have used any method like shooting her, stabbing her but he chose to run over her. He was not a killer by any means and if I wanted it done right I needed to do it myself.

Melanie Guillory was a pain in my side. She started this and I was going to finish it. She was the cause that Cadence and Jacob didn't help Kane and I out of the hole we were in. We owed over a million dollars between our home and the restaurants. We couldn't afford to file bankruptcy because we wouldn't have anywhere to go.

I tried going to my father but he turned his back on me. I even tried to see Marc but he never returned my calls or he's never in the office probably too busy galavanting with that black whore. Why should they be happy when I'm standing here miserable? Life was so unfair. Marc and I should have been married but he totally started to ignore me. Didn't he realize I had needs? Of course not he was too busy traveling around the globe.

I walked back inside and headed upstairs. I quickly changed and grabbed me a scotch on the rocks. Maybe with the black skank out of the way, just maybe I could comfort Marc and then I could leave Kane. Although Alfred was good for sex only, it would be simple just to subtract him out of the equation. He was a dumbass and easily manipulated and I would have no problem saying good writtens.

Taking the final shot of the brown liquid, I grabbed my keys and purse. Today was the day I was going to tie up loose ends.

Melanie POV

Oh God my body ached from my head, to my arm and down my legs. I opened my eyes but everything was dark. I heard beeps and my body wouldn't move. I couldn't be dead. People said there was suppose to be a light but I didn't see it. Did I miss it? Could I be in a state of unconsciousness but only one part of my body was aware. This was crazy.

I willed myself up a little and the next thing I knew I was in an empty place with only darkness. Where could I be? There were no doors or windows, no roof just blackness all around. I couldn't see a thing. Was I in Hell? Oh God please don't let it end like this.

I tried lifting myself up more but it felt like I weighed a ton of bricks. My vision was... oh wait was I officially blind?

I remember flying in the air and landing on the ground. Cadence and Tammy were there, also a man with blonde hair and strange people looking down at me. Cadence's voice was clear and calm asking me to keep my eyes open. With flawless skin her beauty was shining through. She almost looked like an angel with the sun glowing from behind her. She was missing the wings but her voice was like a calming effect over me.

Very quickly she was gone as the pain started to take over my body. Flashing red lights covered my eyes and then a soft whiteness came into view. The same blonde man was looking down on me and then Tammy was there. Tears flowed from her eyes as she tried not to look at me. My bestfriend, the one that was normally poise was slowly becoming unglued.

I wanted to wipe her tears away but I didn't have the strength. Oh goodness where was Marc? I needed him. I needed to see him and touch him one last time. I couldn't die peacefully unless my last memory would be of him. I loved him and it was no denying it. What we had was more than passion, I saw an unparalleled future of joy, happiness and growing more and more in love.

I wanted a family. I wanted to have his light-skinned curly headed, sweet cheeks Galician babies. I wanted to bake homemade apple pies and then at night be his freak where we laid each other out breathless. Okay maybe the homemade apple pie thing was stretching the truth but hey it sounded pretty good.

I had to laugh at myself. Who knows this could be the last one I would ever have, if so I better make it count. Thinking back of the craziest things, seeing Marc looking like a throwback pimp topped off the list. He was so passionate of playing the role of street thug that I couldn't control the laughter.

It was funny to see him let down his guard even for a moment which showed the true beauty he held inside. He was no longer Mr. Arrogant Asshole or even Mr. Dickster, but Marc Hernandez the real man, the man that loved me.

My laughing was quickly replaced with deep sobs. The pain in my body was no longer there but the breaking of my heart. The pain was worse than my crumbled up body, that could be healed but not being able to see, or even to speak to him and even worse not being able to touch him, was my impending death. I cried in the inside and screamed out in agony.

Oh God please take the pain away! I was fighting my way out but I had nowhere to go. This freaking sucked! I wanted Alfred's head on a platter. He did this to me! I was nice to him all those years and now he had the audacity to try to take me out! I swear if I come out of this alive, I would crucify him or even if I died, I would haunt his ass everyday of his life!

I was so wrapped up into how I would make Alfred pay that I didn't see a small light coming towards me.

"Oh God was it time? No please! Wait I'm not ready!"  I tried closing my eyes but the bright light was coming straight for me. The blackness around me started to crack causing me to step back. I could see my feet and the rest of my body. Was this it? Was I going to be swallowed up and just incinerate into nothing?

I wrapped my arms around myself pretending they were Marc's. A warmness came over me and the brightness from the light washed over me. I started to scream but mostly it just echoed in my head until the light finally disappeared. I was literally out of breath as though I had ran a marathon. I sat down with my knees up and my head resting in my arms.

"Melanie please wake up. You have to. I can't lose you."

The voice. I knew that voice. Oh God where was it coming from?

"I need you. You're the only woman I want. If you can hear me, please come back to me."

I felt that warmth again but this time I could feel it coursing through my body. It was giving me strength, hope and determination. I jumped up making my way through the grayness. No doors, no windows just the sound of his voice as my guide.

"I'm right here," I said looking for a way out.

I could no longer hear the beeps but the anguish and hurt in his voice. I could feel wetness almost like rain. I also felt fear, but it wasn't mine.

Something I can't explain came over me. He needed me and I wouldn't let him go without a fight. I started to run. Not having any doors or windows wasn't going to stop me. I continued to run zig zag, and straight ahead. I just ran hoping I could find a way out. I had to, I was determined and by any means necessary I would see my beautiful Galician's face again.

Marc POV

I had snuck into the ICU. I had to see Mel. This was the second time I had to see her suffer and I didn't like it. She was my queen and I was her king. I was suppose to protect her from harm but I had failed. Life was cruel and it seemed I was getting beat at every turn. I had to make things right. It was out of balance and I needed to fix it before it was too late.

I found Mel's room and slowly opened the door. The beeps and cords that were running from the machines to her seem like a tangle web. I walked up to her bed looking down. Her face was bruised on one side, her neck was wrapped up, her arm and leg were both in a cast and her body just laid there.

I couldn't control the tears that plagued my eyes. Seeing her like this, almost knocked the wind right out of me. No innocent person should suffer like this and the person responsible would be made to pay.

I pulled up the stool that was in the corner. I brushed her hair from her face very gently. She had a gash above her eyebrow covered in stitches. Even with everything covering her, she was still the most beautiful woman to me.

"Melanie please wake up. You have to. I can't lose you." I heard my voice breaking. If she didn't wake up what was I to do?

"I need you. You're the only woman I want. If you can hear me, please come back to me."  I touched her hand. It was cool to the touch.

I stared at her stomach. I saw the movement, she had to be alive. I brought her frail hand to my lips and kissed it. I just held on to it rubbing it against my cheek. See her lying there helpless and not moving, was slowly breaking my heart.

"Come on Mel. Just open your eyes. Let me know you can hear me?"

Her lids moved. I paused. Was it my imagination? Could she hear me?

"Baby please, just open your eyes." I waited but she didn't respond again. I asked her over and over but nothing.

I held her hand rubbing my thumb across her skin. Looking straight at her I prayed.

"Gloria al Padre, al Hijo y al Espíritu Santo.
Como era en el principio, ahora y siempre,
por los siglos de los siglos.
Amén."

Glory to the Father
and to the Son
and to the Holy Spirit;
as it was in the beginning
is now and ever shall be.
Amen.

I was calling for God's guidance. If I ever needed him, it would be at this present time. I continued to pray like I did as a boy at St. John's Catholic Church. I dug in my pocket and pulled out my rosary my mother gave me for my first communion. I kissed it and placed it in her hand closing it.

"Sir no one is allowed in here," I heard a voice say behind me. I kissed Mel's hand one last time. I stood up kissing the top of her forehead and I whispered, "I love you."

The nurse back up just a little.

"There's only one nurse for the next two nights between one and three am."

I nodded and took my leave. When I got outside the room I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. I leaned on to the side of the doorway. My legs suddenly got weak. I stood there for a second regaining my composure. Once I did, I headed to the elevator back to where Tammy and Xavier were sitting.

Once I got off my phone rang. I didn't even have the strength to look to see who it was. I put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"We found the car that hit Mel. I will text you the information," I heard Cason say. He hung up and soon my phone beeped. A picture of the car appeared first with the dents on top of the hood and the front headlight missing.

1994 Champagne colored Cadillac Deville. 4-door, license plate 236754. Car is located at 267 Rosewood Drive at Larry's Towing and Recycling.

Registered to a deceased Alfreda Tyson.

At that very moment my blood began to boil. I knew exactly who the dead sonofabitch was going to be.

I headed towards Xavier and Tammy.

"I will be back,"and with that said I went walking out the door.