Cray's Pray

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Goths POV: I take Palette to the truck where I would carefully set her down, she looked at me with beaten eyes I looked back and smiled softly then kissed her forehead. Cray followed to the truck and got in looking really tense.
"What's wrong Cray?" I asked him he looked at me then looked out the window as I started the truck.
"I'm not sure, he's dead isn't he." Cray said. I looked over at him not sure what to say.
"Well, you saw his body didn't you?"
"GOTH WHAT IF HE ISN'T DEAD!" Cray suddenly screamed. I saw Palette look up from the back of the truck with scared eyes, I looked back over at Cray.
"Yes he is!" I replied back. Cray grew silent looking out the window again, I turned back to face Palette.
"Don't worry Palette, he dead." She didn't say much just shook her head understanding me. I started driving to the hospital the ride there was very quiet and Cray was very tense the whole time, Palette just kept silent. I didn't want to force her to speak she had been though so much in the last while and I didn't want to stress her out. We got to the hospital and I parked and got out, Cray kept sitting; I picked up Palette and closed the truck door.
"You coming Cray?" I asked.
"No I'll stay and keep watch." He said looking away from me. I sighed I didn't want to fight with him on the matter so I left him alone and went in. Palette hugged me.
"Goth...?" He said softy.
"Yes?" I asked her.
"I'm scared.." I looked at her then held her tightly in my arms.
"Don't worry I'm not leaving your side." She smiled as I took her to a nurse. As soon as we walked in a nurse came running at us recognizing Palette since her Dad had reported her missing a while back. The nurse took us to a room to wait for a doctor and the police, things were about to get crazy unfortunately but I was going to keep my promise and not leave her side. Eventually a nurse came with a wheelchair so they could X-Ray Palette's ankle, I walked her down and waited while she was getting X-Rayed. I felt so nervous the whole time worrying that something bad was going to happen then I thought about Ray and what Cray said. Was he really dead...? I thought hard to think back to that moment hoping I could calm my worries but I couldn't remember. I sighed as the nurse walked back out with Palette sitting in the wheelchair. She sat down and told us how Palette had a lot of fractures and would need surgery to repair some of the worse ones. Palette looked away and held her hand to reassure her. Just then the police walked in and the nurse left the room. He sat and started asking us questions and after a bit, he asked me to step outside so he could talk to Palette alone I felt angry leaving her like this but I had no choice but the I didn't want to hear her talk about all the bad things he did to her. I got a headache thinking about it and walked outside to get some fresh air, I walked to the side of the building away from the media waiting outside to get the story about what happened. I leaned against the wall then heard a voice.

"Yknow he's probably not dead." I looked to see who it was and felt a wave of shock go up through my spine, it was the underfell version of me. I grabbed them by the throat pinning them to the wall, I felt so angry I wanted to kill them but then I realized they weren't fighting back. I looked them straight in the eye and saw the dead look, I loosened my grip letting go and taking a step back. 

"Why are you here?" I said with an angry tone, They looked at me.

"Well, I thought you should know he's probably not dead." They said. I felt a sickness in my stomach.

"What makes you say that?" I snarled back.

"I've known Ray for years that fucker is slippery, he faked his death before so he wouldn't get in trouble with his parents. I know I wasn't there earlier but I did hear what happened and I can't explain it but I really don't want Palette to be in danger because of him again." They said looking up into the sky.

"Why can't you explain it, I thought you were involved with the whole thing?"

"I was but that doesn't mean I wanted to be. I just wanted Ray to... UGH NEVER MIND! I JUST THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW K?" They shouted walking off. I rolled my eyes and walked back to Palette's room, by then the cops were gone and Palette was sitting on the bed looking down. I walked up to her got to her level and asked her if she was okay. She started crying falling into my arms I held her tightly,

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me anything I'm right here, and I'm not leaving, you can tell me when you're ready," I said softly as I picked her up, laid her in the bed, and snuggled up to her. Soon enough we fell asleep. 

The next morning Palette went into Surgery to repair the fractures, I was so nervous the whole time but Cray sat next to me and waited with me. Sometime later Palette's dad showed up.

"Where's Palette.?" He asked me.

"She's in surgery, she had some fractures and they needed to.."

"ENOUGH!" He said cutting me off.

"Care to explain to me how you let this happen Goth." He said looking me dead in the eyes.

"Sir this isn't my fault stuff happened and I tried.."

"You tried? Tried what? Obviously, this wouldn't have happened in the first place if you tried to protect her as you should've done." He said to me practly yelling. I looked down then Cray got up.

"Listen here you jerk Goth did his best to protect Palette then got her back from Ray, where were YOU this whole time cause last time I check me and Goth were the only ones trying to find her while you sat on your ass and didn't even bother to help let alone only noticed weeks after that she was gone," Cray said getting in his face, He huffed then walked away and then Cray sat back down. 

"Thank you.." I whispered to him.

After what felt like forever Palette was finally out and we could go see her, the doctor said he repaired them and she was going to be fine but unfortunately needed lots of therapy to heal properly I thanked him and sat down to hold her hand and wait for he to wake up.

Over the next few months, Palette started getting regular therapy to cope with her traumas, I returned to work and Me and Palette moved together. The real Cray started working again at the daycare as well and everything was finally getting better. News about Ray had gone worldwide and Palette, Cray, and Myself were always getting interviewed to talk about what had happened from our point of view. Life was good and a year later Palette and I got married and had our first kid together and we got our happy ending.

Or so we thought...

End.

(Thank you everyone for the support and the love for this story i started when i was 15 and finally able to finish at 18, I am hoping to start a prequel to this story but i want to hear from all of you! Love You All)