Gravity

Chapter 13

*September 28th 2013*

*Saturday 1:30am*

*Portland, Oregon*

Lauren's POV:

I feel like I can't breathe.

This isn't happening.

This cannot be happening.

"Lauren." Camila is crying, I don't have to turn around to see it. I can hear it in her voice.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Help her," Keaton looks up at me pleadingly but I stay frozen. "Lauren fucking help her! Do something! Please! Please!" he sobs, his voice is broken. "Please help her! Megan!" he turns back to her limp lifeless body and I know that it's too late. "Megan please, please don't do this! Please don't leave me." He pushes her hair from her face as he begs her, his entire body is shaking. "Please!"

His pleads turn into white noise and everything fades away. I see Keaton's lips moving but it's like nothing is coming out.

It's too late. It's too fucking late.

I feel Camila barge past me and that's enough to spring me into action.

"No!" I grab her from behind, my arms wrapping tightly around her waist as I pull her back against me despite her protests. "Don't touch her!"

"Lauren get off me!" she screams between her cries. "Get the fuck off me! Lauren! I need to help her! Lauren!"

I hold her tightly as she kicks against me. Keaton looks back up at us in despair.

"Don't just stand there! DO something!" he screams at us. "Fucking do something! Call an ambulance! Don't just stand there!"

"Let me go!" Camila kicks me in the shin and I groan in pain but my arms around her don't falter, I swing her around and turn to face her, my hands grip her arms tightly and I see her wince in pain but I don't let go.

"Run!" I tell her firmly, my eyes boring into hers and her jaw drops.

"What?"

"Run! Camila! Get the fuck out of here, now!" I shout at her, my voice rising and I try my best to ignore Keaton's painful cries behind me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

"Lauren!" Camila looks at me in disbelief. "We need to help her!"

"Camila," I hiss through gritted teeth. "She's dead. Now go!" she shakes her head, tears streaming down her face as she whimpers in front of me.

I look back at Keaton who is rocking Megan's lifeless body in his arms.

It's too late. Nothing can be done now. I take deep breaths, my legs feeling like jelly.

Keaton lets out another howl of pain and I can't take it anymore.

It won't be long until the cops show. People on the street waiting to get into the club will be able to hear his cries now.

Someone is going to come around this corner at any moment.

I turn back around; I grab Camila's hand and try to pull her back through the alleyway.

"Lauren no!" she screams defiantly.

"Camila!" I snap at her as I try to pull her away. "The cops will be here any second, do you really want to fucking be here when they do?!"

Her eyes widen as realization dawns, she looks back at Keaton who is oblivious to our conversation, his cries getting louder and louder.