Sydney Mdlalose's Ever After

Chapter Twenty-Five.

I answer him, my words dripping with hesitation. "I can't. I don't know." Andre steps towards me. I take steps away from him. Andre opens his mouth, and you can see just by the look on his face that he is afraid more than anything. "Okay, okay. Sydney, please. Let's talk. Tell me what I did. What didn't I do?"

I chuckle as I feel tears sting at my eyes. "I don't want to be second best Andre. I don't want to be where I'm not wanted." A car hoot sounds outside. "Don't leave. Not with him."

What car is outside that makes everyone so sure that it's Keith? Probably his infamous BMW.

Andre and I stand across one another. "Please. Don't go." He softly pleas. I sniff. The front door opens again. Andre turns and frowns at the person behind him.

"What did you say to her?" Keith only looks at Andre before turning his attention back to me. "You need help?" Andre blocks his sight of me. "Help? I asked you a question."

Keith fires a glare back. "Get out of the way Andre. You've had your chances."

Andre's P.O.V.
I am so sick of Keith always trying to play the hero whenever Sydney and I have mishaps. Maybe inviting him to our wedding was a bad idea.

"You do realise you're trying to leave with my wife, right?" "She won't be your wife very soon, so please. Let us go." Anger boils through every blood cell in my body just by his statement. I grab Keith by the collar of his polo shirt and hit his back against the wall. "Andre!" Sydney yells.

Keith wraps his hands around my neck. I pull him away from the wall and hit him against it again. "Stop! Please." Sydney says.

I then take a swing at him, hitting him hard right on his jaw. I keep them coming. Sydney pulls at my jacket but I don't budge. Blood starts to fill my knuckles as well as Keith's mouth. I finally stop and let him lean against the wall.

He coughs. "You don't deserve her. You can never make her truly happy. She made a huge mistake to choose you." Keith spits.

I rush towards him and throw another fist. This time he stops it and hits me back.

He jabs me in all directions, making my vision a little hazy. I take steps back as the hits keep coming. I reach the staircase and lose my footing and within seconds, darkness fills my vision.

Sydney's P.O.V.
Shock takes it's place as Andre's unconscious body lies on the ground with blood spilling from the back of his head.

I should have known better. This is undoubtfully my fault. I cry and fall to my knees, attempting to crawl towards him. "Andre?" I call as I shake his arm.

Keith tries to pull me away. "No! Don't touch me." Keith sighs and calls an ambulance. Footsteps slowly come down the stairs. I look up through blurred eyes.

Karen glares as her son bleeds out on her white floors. She looks at me. "What have you done?" I shake my head as I continue to cry out. She then looks at Keith. Karen grips on the railings of the staircase until all her knuckles go white.

An ambulance finally arrives and takes Andre. Karen and Jason follow immediately after. "I can take you to the hospital." I glare at Keith from the ground. "You better pray he doesn't die." Keith frowns. "What exactly is that supposed to mean? Sydney, you're the reason this happened. Your indecisiveness and selfishness is the reason we're in this position right now."

I continue to glare at him. "If he dies, I'll make sure you rot in jail. And the mistake I made, was choosing you."

Keith shakes his head. "Why are you speaking to me like you didn't need my help about thirty minutes ago? You're making me the bad guy?" I stand up. "Let's go."

Guilt embodies me at this very moment. I guess this is why we're taught as children to listen to elders when they speak. Jason's warning may have been a little too late but I too could have changed today's outcome.

Keith's P.O.V.
My eyes begin to sting with tears as Sydney walks out the house. I lean against the nearest wall and pinch the bridge of my nose. I unsuccessfully stifle a cry.

I didn't mean for this to happen. I would never consider killing Andre...not even for Sydney. I'm not a murderer.

I turn and punch the wall I've been using as a support. Warm tears roll down my cheeks. I instantly decide to pull myself together. I step out the house and walk towards my car.

I join Syndey inside and we quietly drive to the hospital.

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Sydney's P.O.V.
After getting to the hospital, Keith decided to leave to go and cancel his flight to Seattle. Honestly, it would've been better if he had just left instead.

Karen has been pacing up and down the hallway for the past hour whereas Jason is constantly on endless phone calls. No one is choosing to acknowledge the other or the situation.

Heels painfully hit against the floor, echoing in the quiet hospital as Elizabeth runs towards us. Karen and I both look at her. "Elizabeth." Elizabeth takes a breath. "Have you heard anything yet?" Karen shakes her head.

"How did this happen? He was fine this morning." She asks. Karen looks up. "Ask his wife." She says before turning away. Elizabeth rolls her eyes and takes a seat two seats away from me. "I'm going to get a bottle of water." Jason says. Karen joins him.

"How am I not surprised that he's ended up here because of you?" I turn to look at her. "Excuse me?" "It's always about you."