Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Kerry Patrick
Kerry folded her arms tightly around herself as she consciously made sure to keep looking at Chase, scared if she looked away it would make him angrier. She quickly nodded her head when he asked if she understood where she was, but still listened intently as he continued speaking about the safehouse. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest as he spoke of how the police and Morettis couldn't find her. She didn't want to contradict Chase, but she still feared Gabriel would get to her as he promised he would if she betrayed him. In a way, she still believed if the Sullivans were to kill her now it would be a mercy compared to what the Morettis would have lined up for her.
When Chase told her eleven people had died, Kerry could no longer contain her tears. She quietly sobbed as he made sure she knew their deaths were on her. She was also responsible for the grief of their families. "I'm sorry," she desperately cried. Already unable to see how she could live after being tortured and witnessing the massacre in the jazz club, she now had eleven deaths on her own conscience. If the rest hadn't been too much, the guilt surely would be.
When Chase asked her questions, opening it up for her to speak, she took a moment to calm down her trembling and crying enough that she could actually speak. "I can't ask you to excuse me for what I've done, but this wasn't as simple as having a choice," she said, quickly shaking her head. "I don't know if your protection works, but I do know what Mr. Moretti is capable of. If I have to, I will beg you not to hand me back to that monster. I will beg you to just kill me right now - at least then I will be free of what now lives in my mind and weighs on my conscience. I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but please don't let those animals take me again." Kerry let out a strained sob before forcing herself to breathe deeply and regain some composure. "All I did was go to work one day and I had to watch as people were shot dead, the rest were left to burn alive in that club. As I was tortured, threatened and starved for days, I started to wish I'd just been killed with the others. I was going to be sold to some sick creep before Mr. Moretti found another use for me. So when Mr. Moretti told me he would be able to hunt me down, after everything I've seen and been exposed to since that day I went to work, I believed him. I believed nobody else - not you or the cops - could stop him. He won't kill me, but he will make me go through it all again and sell me as those monsters had originally planned." Kerry sniffled and sucked in a deep breath. "I know what I have done is wrong and nobody, not even myself, can forgive me for this. But I'm begging you not to hand me back to Moretti. I would rather you killed me than have to go through it all again. Please!"
Pyroclast (Chase)