Into oblivion

Escape

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"I won't say it a-"

"Oh shut the fuck up, God after all these years you still talk like your life depends on it or something"

Her mouth clenches shut, not satisfied as always.

"I don't think you understand, Mia" she steps forward with her high heels, the gun rises lower to where I am and I know that if she does in fact shoot, that's missing me by miles "I'm the one in control here so talk to me like that again and we'll see exactly what just one bullet can do"

"Always with you tantrums, I see that hasn't changed"

She shoots and misses just like I knew she would.

"Performance issues?" I stand up making sure to cover Max as much as I can with my body as she just huffs and puffs like a weirdo "gotta say Belle, I'm not in the least surprised that you pulled the trigger"

"Shut up shut up SHUT UP I'M THE ONE IN CONTROL!!"

"No you're not, and I don't have time to put up with your childish bullshit so I'm only going to say this once more. Walk away"

She smiles dropping her hand to the side "your not even slightly curious to what I'm doing here sis?"

"I stopped caring about the shit you did the day I left, so no"

"So emotionless, is that why you beat Rayan half to death without a single care in the world?"

Every ounce of control I just had seems to be slipping away as I think back to that night, but I stay focused on Max's breathing. It's the only thing keeping me grounded.

"You're a selfish bitch you know that, he was the one thing you got right in life and you treated him like shit. You beat a man that only loved you because he was teaching you a goddamn fucking lesson" the passion in her little speech doesn't go un-missed by me.

"You're with him, aren't you" I look at her face as she begins to smile.

"What are you gonna do about it if I am?"

Once again for the third time today tears threaten to escape me as I stare at her stupid fucking face.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into Belle"

"Like what hmm, him beating you like the shit you were?" giggling a little too uncomfortably she raises her hand once more and the gun is back on me "don't worry, he hasn't put his hands on me, well, not in anyway I didn't like at least"

A single tear slips past and all emotions have disintegrated into absolutely nothing but anger. Before I could act on them bullets fly by not once hitting me but instead focusing on her. She throws herself behind a wall disappearing completely.

Suddenly her hand stick out shooting at everything and anything without looking. I jump down onto Max and feel someone's else's arms hug around me, when the bullets stop I look up to see Nicholas with a death glare on his face but that isn't for me. His arm glistens slightly drawing my attention to it and a light shade of red trails past his bare arm falling into little droplet onto the dusty grey floor, she shot him.

I don't know what happens next, there's no words to describe what I felt in that little moment of time but what I do knows is she was dead, one way or another that bitch was about to stop breathing.

I stand up feeling Nicholas's fingers brush against my arm as he try's to stop me but I'm already on my feet, up and following the sound of her heels clicking against the stone stairs. I can practically hear the panic in every step she takes but I don't bother running after her, instead I take my sweet time slowly trailing right behind her.

As I reach the top of the stairs she spins around shooting for my head, I dodge with ease letting them land somewhere in the wall behind me. She lets out a yelp as she turns the corner a little too fast, her heels slip but she manages to catch herself just in time because I'm right behind her when she fully regains herself. I'm only behind her a staircase so when I do reach the top she's already hanging onto a rope that's attached to the helicopters wide body

"It was nice seeing you sis, I hope we can do this again!" She screams as the rope begins to pull her up, I could use my words here but my finger is pulling on the trigger before I can breath. The guy who was pulling her up drops twenty feet's from the sky, plummeting somewhere below me and I hear Belle let out a deafening scream of fear. She doesn't fall though, her hands grip higher onto the rope as she flies off.

I empty out my entire mag even when there's no target, just aimless ones apparently but I don't care, I need more than shooting at her to do justice. When the bullets end I switch to my dual pistols, shooting until there isn't any bullets left in this one too. I feel like everything I've spent years trying to forget has just exploded back into my life with no control whatsoever. I don't know what she was doing here and I don't know why she's with him. So many questions with no answers, it only drives you more insane because then you start to make them up to try and fill the holes in your head only to realize you're making it worse.

That's exactly how I feel, everything is just fucking spiralling.

"Mia" and all of a sudden those spirals have stopped.

I turn around to him, following the trail of blood that's still running down his arm.

"Look at me"

And I do but it just makes it worse because this is all my fault, it's literally all my fault.

"Don't you dare blame yourself"

"Why not, why should I walk away from this with some sort of peace" I throw the gun to the side taking in a breath "Max is half dead, you're shot and I'm alive completely untouched, tell me how the fuck that's fair"

"Because you didn't do that to Max and you didn't take a gun and shoot me, plus Max is with the team heading back home as we speak, you didn't do anything wrong Mia"

"She only did all that because of me-"

"Sharing the same blood with someone doesn't mean their actions and choices have anything to do with you, you're not her" his eyes hold so much certainty that I nearly believe it myself.

Shaking my head I turn around looking back at the sky that's now begun to darken as the sun begins to set. I should've killed her, I wanted to, mainly because she hurt him. I wanted to murder her all because she shot someone i just met, what is wrong with me.

His chest stops against my back as his arms find their place around my waist. Even after what just happened his touches seem to push everything out of the way, it makes it easy to move on, to forget, but that's exactly the problem. I dont need an escape, I need a fucking plan.

So I push him off, the hurt on his face is clear and it breaks me to be the one that put it there.

"Every single time you touch me or come near me you do this thing where it feels like nothing in the whole universe matters, like I have no problems in my fucked up life. You make everything that I went through hurt less and it's the best feeling I've ever felt in the longest time"

His jaw tightens as I carry on.

"But that's the problem. I don't need an escape, I don't want one Nicholas" I whisper walking up to him "I need a plan because that is the only way I'll ever be able to live again"

"Mia-"

"kiss me" I interrupt him.