Golden Eyes, Broken Heart

Chapter 22, Don't Cry (WARNING)

RAWR, sorry for not updating this story in such a looooonnnnnggggg time, I haven't ditched I swear. And I'm not drunk hahq, just happy ;) drunk on vodk- I mean happiness.
Enjoyyyy
I blindly follow Jake's cries throughout the house, not even bothering to check who had followed me up the stairs. The cries stop inside Jake's old bedroom...which I hadn't been inside since her. "Dex," Rosalie whispers clutching my arm. "Call the police,"
"Jake comes first," I mutter, too tired to bother with subtlety I turn the doorhandle and push it open. Sobbing. "Jake?" I whisper, my voice trembling. He's all I have. He's everything. My eyes scan across the single bed in the middle of the room, covers untouched. Pillows undisturbed. "De-" Rosalie's face freezes, her mouth still half open, waiting to finish my name but she doesn't. Something moves in her eyes and before I can react I'm sent tumbling forwards through the air into a wall. The whole corridor spins as a hand picks me up off the floor and sends me tumbling down the stairs. Rosalie screams. The guests scream. My head hurts. I finally reach the bottom and manage to shift over onto my back. Have you ever had that feeling when time just seems to...slow down, force you to do everything slowly so that it takes longer for something to happen? That's the complete opposite of what I feel as Zack Arrons, an infamous underground fighter starts descending the stairs towards me. By now I can just about guess that the only ones left in the house are me and Rosalie. Jake. My head stops spinning as I focus on his sobs from earlier. "Grey." a familiar deep Australian accent addresses me, my eyes flick back to the stairs to see Zack smiling as he hops from the last step and lands merely centimetres away from me.
~~~~~Flashback! Isnt this exciting!~~~~~
"Grey! Grey!" the voices cheer as I push myself up from the bottom of the fighting ring, wiping the blood from my mouth with my bare arm. My opponent lashes out to me but I step to the side and send a blow straight to his chin. Knocking him unconcious straight away. Cheers echo around the room as I hop over the fencing, unfastening the straps from around my hands. Gamblers and sadistic spectators step up to shower me with praise for beating yet another guy senseless. This money pays to keep Jake safe I tell myself, over and over again. I have no choice. "Grey," An Australian accent calls out to me and I turn to see Zack grinning as he gives my shoulder a light squeeze. His way of saying 'job well done'. Brody is beside him, green eyes drifting over my battered face. And I know what he's thinking. 'There are other ways'. "Grey," Zack's voice grabs me from my thoughts as he leads me towards the bar. "Are you okay?" his warm brown eyes search mine as I nod, only half listening. Brody orders a drink as I turn to see a woman strolling through the crowds of people trying to reach the exit. Her slender frame moving easily through the swarms of old gamblers. My heart stops when her head turns in my direction and those caramel brown eyes find me. Her long chestnut hair falling perfectly around her face-
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"Rosalie." my hoarse voice mutters. Zack's grin widens impossibly wide, his white teeth glinting in the light. "Why do you say my dear sister's name?" my whole world begins to come crashing down. I trusted her. Rosalie Hawthorne. Zack's mother's surname...his parents were never married. Thats why she knew me...Hollister my ass. "So shocked." he chuckles, "You used to be so much sharper." What
"Is this sharp enough for you?" Brody's voice inquires from beside us as he slams a vase against Zack's head, sending him to the floor. I hop to my feet as he lies there cursing heavily. Brody backs away into the living room, breathing heavily. I nod. An old tactic. Zack growls as he gets to his feet, blood running out from the back of his head. "You're both dead."
"Whatever Spack attack," Brody chimes in from the living room, chuckling. Zack narrows his eyes as he moves towards Brody, not realising our plan before its too late. His foot crosses the doorway just as Brody kicks the door with the last of his strength sending it directly into Zack's face before he can move. My arm snakes out, wrapping around Zack's neck and tossing him back against the front door with all my strength. He slumps to the ground, his sharp features barely visible beneath all the blood. I push the living room door open to find Brody, crouched down, clutching his stomach. "Go. Jake." He manages to mutter. Sirens wail outside as I fly up the stairs. Silence. "Jake?" I call out. Car doors open outside as the Police begin their sweep. "Jake?" I scream, running into his bedroom only to be greeted by emptiness. Cursing under my breath as tears start flowing down my cheeks, just as the rain had on the day I lost him. I drop to my knees and scream into the silence. Then it happens. The front door is hurled off its hinges as police officers pour into the house, calling through their radio that they've found a body. Whether it's Zack's or Brody's I don't know. I love you daddy. Jake's words swim around in my head as more tears begin to flow. "I love you more." I whisper softly. "Sir, Sir!" I glance up to see a woman staring at me. A police officer. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice becoming softer. Despite the tears running down my face I throw back my head and laugh. "Thank god you're not a fucking detective." I snap harshly. A male officer appears beside her, taking a second too absorb my appearance before lifting me gently to my feet. "Can you walk?" I hear him ask distantly before the world spins and I start to fall. "I've got you sir," he reassures, "Your son is-" the world goes black.
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Well, wasn't that action packed. In summary: Bad guy called Zack stabs Brody, Jake is missing, Brody and Dex manage to taks down said bad guy after finding out that Rosalie was his sister, Brody's condition is unknown and Jake is still gone. Dexter's heart is currently in the same condition as the vase which was smashed against Zack's head. He's seen better days...so as his house I'd imagine.