My Murderous Finale - ✔️

Chapter 26

MILO

I'd driven back to Kellan's house to talk to Elliott. I didn't even care if this was when Kellan found out, I had to talk to her. I didn't expect Kellan to come running out of the house yelling for me to get back in my car and drive to her house. He was yelling then told me to call 911 and I knew something was very very wrong. Even expecting something bad, nothing could have prepared me for the scene that lay before me when I walked into that bedroom.

Elliott lay on the floor covered in blood and gasping for air and the pain I felt in that moment made my knees buckle. I didn't even register the physical pain of my knees hitting the floor as I stared at her. What the fuck had happened, I was with her only a few hours ago and now was she dying? I couldn't comprehend any of it.

Kellan was yelling at her and I wanted him to stop. Then he turned and yelled at the space next to me. It wasn't until that moment that I turned and saw who he was yelling at. Kellan had called him Evan, her husband.

" Is this what you wanted, you piece of shit?" Kellan yelled but Evan wasn't replying. " to break her until you finally killed her?"

Then everything registered. He had shot her, not just that apparently it was known to Kellan that this was a worsening pattern. He beat her until he completely broke her but fuck if she didn't go down with a fight. She managed to destroy his life while she was bleeding out from the hole he'd created in her.

EMS burst through the door pushing me out of the way. I watched as one put two fingers on Evan's neck, he then shook his head before joining the other to help Elliott. I actually looked at Evan now, to realize he wasn't responding to Kellan because he was dead. Elliott had killed him for trying to kill her. God she better make it through this because the strength she had was phenomenal.

I drove to the hospital alone while Kellan rode in the ambulance with her. The shock had dissipated and the adrenaline was beginning to take its place and flood my veins. My heart hammered quickly in my chest as I sped through the rain to meet them there. I had so many questions running through my mind. At the forefront was why Kellan knew what was happening to Elliott at home and hadn't done anything to help her get out. I'd definitely talk to him about that if she made it through this. Fuck she better make it through this.

They had already taken Elliott into surgery when I ran into the emergency room. I found Kellan and we sat and waited silently to find out if his sister would die.

I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like if she actually did die, what life would be like if the worst happened. Selfishly I thought of what my life would be like without her. That thought, mixed with my adrenaline, made me unable to sit and wait any longer. I shot out of my chair and began to pace back and forth while Kellan sat hunched over with his head in his hands.

How could I be so uncomfortable with the prospect of Elliott not being in my life? I couldn't stop asking myself, If she made it out of this situation alive would I be ok with her not in my life? I already knew The answer was no. I couldn't get her out of my mind and I finally realized that I didn't want her out of my mind. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. I finally admitted to myself I was falling for this amazing girl and I wasn't even certain if she was still alive or not.

After she'd made it out of surgery and we knew she was going to be fine I couldn't wrap my head around how I was feeling and what it even meant. I almost told her that night when she woke up and it was just me and her in the room. I wanted to tell her that I hadn't been mad at her after probably the best sex I'd had my entire life. I wanted to tell her that I'd never have sex that good again unless it was with her. I wanted to tell her I didn't want to have sex with anyone else but her. But I couldn't. Not with all she'd just been through. So I waited.

Talking to Elliott last night was strange, only because I didn't expect her to feel anywhere near what I felt for her. I wanted it, god did I ever. But Hearing her say it out loud wasn't what I was expecting. She was too perfect for someone like me. I'd tell her the rest soon. But for now, I was perfectly fine just laying next to her with her tiny body curled up against my chest. I wanted her in my bed curled up next to me every night and to wake up with her pressed against my body. Fuck I really wanted that, and I couldn't think of a time I wouldn't.