Avoidance | #2

twenty nine

Asrael Furore

She looked lifeless.

That wasn't the most hopeful thought to have when your girlfriend was fighting for her life. But I couldn't erase the picture of her on the floor from my mind.

When the lights went out I shot Blaze like Victoria did, but he turned around before anyone could get the power back on and pulled the trigger.

The soft rhythmic beep calmed my nerves. She was breathing and she wasn't dead. But every time her chest stopped rising for even a second I almost lost it. I hadn't known Victoria for long, only a month, but I felt like I'd known her for years.

There was something about her, something so carefree and beautiful. She was funny, loving, sarcastic, brave, courageous, passionate, I could go on. She fought for the people she loved to the very end, only, I didn't know if this was the end.

I was only left with uncertainty after what the doctors had told us. It was up to her to wake up, how does that even work? I didn't know but I hoped she would, for her brothers, for me.

In the short time that I'd known her I'd already learnt so much about her. She told me about her childhood, one that no child should ever have to have. If I knew I would've taken her away from that.

Because, I loved her.

I didn't know when it happened and at first, I didn't want to. But I guess I didn't have a choice. Even though the image of her covered in blood was engraved in my mind, her smile also was. The serene expression on her face when we were at the beach. The blush that tinted her cheeks when she asked me to shower with her. The stunned expression when we first met. The excitement on her face when we were at the bowling center.

They say for every bad memory there are a hundred good ones and that was true. But the bad memory was so significant, it was the last time that I might ever have seen her brown eyes staring back at me.

"Rael-" Kasen started, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged it off, shaking my head, "I'm not leaving, not until she wakes up." He sighed but nodded in return, knowing I wouldn't change my mind.

Damon and Wyatt were sitting across from me, next to her. Me and Wyatt held one of her hands while Damon had fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder.

Her other brothers were standing around the room, still taking in what happened at the gala. It's funny how a plan so well thought out could be ruined for one person. I didn't know if I blamed Callan for what happened. He was dead so there was no point anyway.

Wyatt hadn't spoke since we left the gala, only quiet with silent tears rolling down his cheeks. I knew Victoria would be doing her best to cheer him up even though they were all hurting. Damon had switched up, in the ambulance he was silent like Wyatt but he didn't cry. His cheeks were tear stained but her was just quiet. I didn't know if anyone would see through the emotionless mask he had on this time.