Little Green Apples (Ivan×OC)

Chapter 17

The next morning, after Ivan and Jessica showed up, she found everyone outside in the garden. Sarah was interrogating Gunnar about where he was last night.

"Hi. Where did you go last night?"

"We were at the gas station. Was I very drunk?"

"No, you were nice."

"What are you doing? Where are the other apples?," Adam asked.

"We ate them," Sarah said.

"Have you eaten seven apples?"

"He was hungry. You only had beer," she said, referring to Christoffer.

'Sarah is voluntarily caring for Christoffer?,"  Jessica wondered.

"For f*ck's sake!," Adam exclaimed.

"The girlie boys are here again. There are more," Khalid announced.

"Go into the church," Adam said to Khalid.

'And Adam is actually starting to... care?,' Jessica thought.

"I no hide from that bunch of f*ggots."

"Look how many there are. Go. Into. The. Church," Adam directed.

The men approached the small group. Adam stepped forward and looked coiled, ready to attack. One of them walked right up to him and struck him across the face, knocking him to the ground.

"You can go f*ck yourself. We just want the p*ki."

Ivan walked past Jessica. She reached out to stop him, but he was determined to have peace in his final days.

"Will you stop that noise! I really shouldn't have to come out here and ask for some peace and quiet. I have three, maybe four weeks left to live. I deserve to be able to nap. I can't manage you rude people. Please leave."

"We just want the p*ki."

"Do what you want. You can take him to the woods. I just want peace."

'Good god, Ivan... What's gotten into you?,' Jessica couldn't believe what she just heard, shocked at his words.

"Get him!," one of the skinheads yelled, pointing a gun at Ivan.

Jessica felt her stomach lurch. She bolted to where Adam was standing, her cellphone in her hand with the number to the police punched in.

"That is just plain rude! We'll do this another way. Give me everything that makes noise," Ivan said to them.

One man tried to resist giving him their weapon, and it fired straight into Ivan's head.

Jessica couldn't even register what had just happened. She stared straight ahead for a moment before her mind processed that Ivan was more than likely shot dead just now. She ran to his side on the ground. She broke out into hysterics.

"Ivan? IVAN? IVAN??," she screamed frantically, feeling for his pulse.

"Oh, Ivan...," she said softly, voice cracking, lightly running her hand down the side of his face.

She surveyed the damage to his face. The left side of his skull was blown nearly clean off, a dreadful bloody mess. Her brain went into panic mode.

She looked around in a shocked stupor, seeing that Adam was standing over them, observing the scene.

"What the f*ck was he doing? A**hole!," Ebsen exclaimed.

"It wasn't my fault," the man whose gun went off yelled.

"Let's get out of here," said another one.

As soon as they left, Adam bent down and looked at Ivan, then at Jessica. She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, sobbing uncontrollably. He gently laid a hand on her shoulder. She gave him an apprehensive look.