Broken

Chapter 37 rewritten

A week has gone by since I woke up in the hospital and today, I get to go home, to say I'm ecstatic is an understatement. I can't take any more of this shitty hospital I tried to escape 3 times but after the second time my brothers put guards outside my door; I could easily take the guys out, even in my condition, but unfortunately after the third time they literally hand cuffed me to the bed. My ribs are healing up nicely and my leg is now in a boot. I can walk around with barely any pain, which is probably because I'm used to it. I also can't feel the pain in my ribs I'm pretty sure they've healed even if the doctor disagrees.

It's around 7pm and Ace is late to pick me up, 38 minutes late to be precise I'm beyond bored. I can't reach my phone due to being cuffed to the bed. I mumble incoherently to myself out of anger, the door swings open and I glare at the cold stone-faced guard that has just walked in. He looks at me and I am unable to read his cold glare. He just stands with the door open and gives me a half smile almost like he is sorry for something. He mouths the words 'I am sorry' to me only confirming my suspicions. I harden my glare and growl when I see someone walk in.

Standing in the door way of my hospital room is the one man I have absolutely no desire to see. The reason I am in this hospital. The one person I want to kill. The person that should be dead.

Asher...

I pull at the handcuffs and growl. "Let me out of these stupid cuffs so I can kill this fucker." I thrash trying to get out of the bed. I stop as Ace walks towards me. "Stop right there. My traitorous bastard brother." I am beyond pissed right now. "How about you fucking uncuff me and give me your gun? If you don't then you can fuck off and I will call Edward to discharge me." I pull my wrists some more to try and get out the cuffs but it doesn't work.

I bare my teeth and growl as Ace places a hand on my fist in an attempt to calm me." please calm down." I slow my breathing and huff laying back down in the bed. "He told me what he did to you then told me that your adopted father took charge of everything. I also know the plans he had for you." aces voice was unwavering and cold, like normal, but he seemed pissed I could tell no matter how hard he tried to hide it. "The soul reason the asshole is here is because he wants to make sure you're not pregnant and refuses to take my word for it."

"If I was pregnant then the doctors would've found that out by now." I sneer at Ace. I can't bring myself to even look in the direction of Asher. "You heard what the doctor said, don't bother me with this shit." To think he used to be a brother to me, helped me, attempted to keep me on the straight and narrow, that is apart from the drugs, alcohol and murder I scoff at myself before looking up at Ace. I watch as my big brothers hand dips into his pocket, he pulls out a pregnancy test and I groan. He sets it down on the tray next to me and reaches into his pocket again. This time he pulls out a silver key.

Ace unlocks the handcuffs, leaving me to rub my sore wrists. Finally, I am finished with my literal bed arrest. I sit up slightly relieved before a pregnancy test is sat on my lap, I let out a half-hearted laugh. "You don't think I am actually going to do this." I stand up and walk up to Ace. I wrap my hands around his waist giving him a tight squeeze. I am very uncomfortable giving him this hug but I do it anyway. But only because I stole his gun, that was placed in the waistband of his suit trousers. I rarely see this man in anything but a suit. He awkwardly pats my head and shoulder, as I stand up and pull away. I turn and hold the gun up to Asher without hesitation I pull the trigger 3 times, the first bullet hits his head, the second his heart and the last straight in the balls.

I watch as his body falls limp to the floor, I finally take in his face. The face of a man I used to want to be around, the man who saved me, the man that was once my only family. This shows you can't trust anyone. And now to deal with my bitch ass brother. I watch as blood pours from Asher's body. The crimson pools around the silhouette of a man I used to know. I spit on the ground next to him and I can't tell if I feel guilty, angry or relieved. I smile sadistically at my work before turning everything off.