Mates with Alpha Dylan

Chapter 10

Beau's POV

What the hell did I do?

What have we done?

Every time I look at the pictures I see that tattoo.

I failed to notice that before and I killed the wrong people.

I got rid of innocent lives because I was too stupid to see the something that was in plain sight.

Now that I think of it, there was no tattoo in the pictures I received from that night. I told the guys to send me pictures so I could see that everything was taken care of.

I'm so stupid.

If Sammy were to forgive me, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself. She said she needed some time but I hope she comes back, because I don't think we'll be able to live without her.

I just hope that wherever she is, she's okay.

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Sam's POV

Everything hurts.

My head, from the thinking.

My legs and lungs from the running.

But most prominently, my heart from the pain.

Is this actually happening?

Am I just stuck in a really long and painful dream?

I mean I've been wanting nothing more than to hurt those who hurt me, but how can I do that to the only people that I possibly have left?

Yes it was a huge misunderstanding, but that doesn't change the fact that they're gone. Nothing can bring them back.

What must my parents be thinking of me?

I've been living with those responsible for their deaths for a whole month, and on top of that I didn't kill them after they told me.

My dad told me to find whoever did it and kill them. But how can I do that when they are the only people I have left? I mean if I were to do that, I'd be on my own for good. I don't think I can do that again. I left the house for everyone's sake.

Summer was about point five seconds away from surfacing and I would've done something that I was going to regret for the rest of my life.

Can I ever forgive them?

Will I ever be able to?

Those seven idiots are the only family I have left and if I walk out now I'll never be able to be happy.

'Dad, mom if you can hear me, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm really sorry. What happened was a very unfortunate outcome that had absolutely nothing to do with you. I know you wanted me to get revenge but I don't think I can bring myself to do that. These guys are the best thing that has happened to me since you were all taken from me. If I kill them, it doesn't make things better. I'll be a killer and a loner. I'm really, really, seriously sorry. I love you all.'

I know they can hear me and I know that they must be disappointed but I can't bring myself to do that. I'm just so lost at life.

I was about to turn back when my cheek collided with a fist. Shit, that hurt! But why the hell did someone just punch me?

"Get up, bitch!"

What the fuck!?

"Did I fucking stutter!? I said get up!"

What is this dude's problem?

My head was buzzing and my vision was blurry. When he saw that I was struggling he yanked me back up. What a fucking gentleman, don't you think? Please note the sarcasm.