Luke's POV:
I failed her. Makayla's gone and it's all my fault. The Image of her being dragged away is all that I can see. I wanted to yell, to fight, but I couldn't even move.
When I woke up I hoped that it was all just a bad dream. I hoped that I would wake up in my own bed. I hoped that I would find Makayla in the kitchen making cookies.
But instead I woke up on a rock hard hospital bed with a shit ton of wires stuck in me. Archer was the first of my brothers to come and see me.
He's the one who told me that Makayla was still missing. He told me the I was shot in the stomach and that I had surgery. He told me that Liam was shot in both the arm and leg. Thankfully though his surgery was a success and he was going to be ok.
That was the first time I cried in a long time. I cried because I lost my sister, I cried because my brother go hurt. I mostly cried because this was all my fault. If I had never suggested going out to get ice cream then none of this would've happened.
Ethan came in shortly after Archer left. He gave me a hug while telling me to never scare him like that again. He the told me that I could be released today but I had to take it easy.
I'm itching to get off of the stupid bed and start looking for Makayla. It's been about an hour since Ethan left and I don't think I can sit here for one more minute.
I slowly climb out of bed, trying to be as careful as possible. Ethan left some clothes for me one a chair. I painfully change into the white hoodie and black sweatpants.
Once I'm clothed I head out of my room in search for my twin. Since where in our personal clinic, I know my way around. Lucky it doesn't take very long for me to find Liam.
I creep into his room and take the seat beside his bed. I thought he was still asleep so hearing him speak surprised me. "I'm sorry" he practically whispered.
His eyes where still closed as he spoke. "What are you sorry for, this is my fault" I told him. He opened his mouth to argue but I didn't let him.
"It was my idea to get ice cream. Now your laying in a hospital bed and Makayla is god knows where" I finish.
"This isn't your fucking fault" he told me. "But I couldn't protect her" I said, my voice cracking. "I couldn't protect her either" he said quietly. I saw the single tear run down his cheek.
"We're going to get her back" I stated firmly. "We have to" he whispers.
The rest of the day was a blur. Liam and I sat in his room silently until Archer came to tell us we could go home. As soon as I got home I locked myself in my room. I stayed there the rest on the night not ready to face my other brothers.
Liam's POV:
Being helpless is the worst feeling. The feeling that no matter what you do, it won't change anything. It's like having your hands tied behind your back while your being beat up.
That's how I felt as I laid on the ground with two gunshot wounds, holding a hoodie to my bleeding twin, watching my only sister be dragged away by the Russian mafia.
I felt utterly useless, and painfully helpless.
I prayed that Archer would show up at that exact moment and beat those guys to a pulp, but he didn't. I waited as I waited them get into there van and drive away. I waited as my twin bleed out next to me. I waited because that was all I could do.
When Archer came I fought the darkness long enough to try to tell him what happened. I just wanted to to something to help.
That was the last thing I remember before waking up at the clinic. Ethan was the first brother to come see me.
I didn't know how to face him. So instead I pretended to be asleep. Ethan told me that I was going to be alright and that I would be able to leave soon, before he himself left the room.
The next person to enter my room was Archer. Yet again I pretended to be asleep. Still not ready to face my eldest brother. He didn't say much, only that he was glad that I was alive.
Once he left I was alone again. As I laid on that hospital bed all I could see was Makayla being dragged away. All of a sudden I was a six year old boy again.
I watch out a window as my mother drove away with my only little sister. Once again I was just a useless little boy.
My thoughts where interrupted by someone else entering my room. I knew it was Luke from the way he walked. "I'm sorry" I whispered to him.
"What are you sorry for, this is my fault" he responded, slightly shocked. I openness my mouth to speak but he cut me off.
"It was my idea to get ice cream. Now your laying in a hospital bed and Makayla is god knows where" he told me.
"This isn't your fucking fault" I harshly told me. "But I couldn't protect her" He said, his voice cracking. "I couldn't protect her either" I said quietly. A single tear ran down my cheek.
"We're going to get her back" He stated firmly. "We have to" I whispers.
