𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 ✓ 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝐱𝐯𝐢. 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞

❝Loving and losing:
different only by one letter
and a million degrees of pain.❞

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"I have a really, really bad feeling about this." Amelia commented, observing the boy and girl accompanied with her. "Pope better show up soon or I'm sending a search party after his ass."

"He will," Kie declared, "I hope it runs," she commented, glancing at the boat in front of the teens.

"Oh, no, she'll run all right," JJ answered, "She's faster than any cutters the boys in blue got."

Amelia rested her head against the boat, observing the blonde. The sounds of wheels cut through the air, a smile gracing her features. Pope had come back, and they almost had all of their family back together again.

She would do anything to have movie night right about now, just Kie and the boys.

"Pope!" Kiara jumped up from her former position, walking towards the sound of tires shredding the ground. "Finally."

Amelia sighed, relief taking over her features.

"Hey there. What's going on?"

Every ounce of hope that once filled her senses came falling down faster than rain during hurricane season. Nothing but absolute dread flowed through her veins. She could feel her heart pounding and the blonde's grip on her arm.

"Stay back," He whispered, "Let me be the hero, okay?" She nodded her head, keeping close contact with her two best friends.

Rafe wasn't alone either.

He had a bad habit of making some nasty friends.

Guess it made sense as his personality could be described as nothing more than rotten.

A sick, gut-wrenching feeling evaded her mind as she looked at the man waving a gun in JJ's face. Every beautiful moment captured in her memory flashed before her eyes. This man was a psychopath. His movements would be unpredictable.

"See, don't think I forgot about me and you on the side of the road," He started, "I'm here because I want my motherfuckin' money."

The dark haired figure clocked him in the face and all she could see was red. In that moment, the gun was not a thought in her mind.

She hooked her legs around the man, Rafe too occupied on Kie. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him back. She struggled against him, trying to give her blonde enough time to get up. She tossed and twisted, anything to cut off the air running through his lungs.

"Bitch!" He hissed, shoving her body with enough force to knock her out cold.

Her body hit the ground with a sickening impact, the crack of her skull echoing throughout the room. She groaned, her hand reaching for the back of her head. She clutched her head, proceeding to bring her fingers to where she could see. The brunnette almost fainted from the familiar stain coating her hands, too aware of the metallic scent.

She had to hold on as long as she could. She had too many responsibilities to go out like this.

"Amelia!" The blonde screamed, turning his attention back to Barry. "I'm going to skin you alive and throw your body in a freezer where no one will find you," He coughed out, wheezing as he pushed himself off the ground.

The dark haired man returned to JJ, his fist connecting with the blondes face. He took beating after beating, Barry spitting angry words in his face.

But his only concern was the brunnette on the ground not moving.

Pope entered the room, a heavy storm cloud of anger following closely behind.
The dark skinned boy took the tool in his hands and relentlessly beat Rafe, who previously had his hands around Kiara's throat. Pope felt nothing but anger as he released every ounce of rage into Rafe's face.

The opening Pope gave JJ was just enough time to seek his revenge.

The blonde only knew heartache and wrath as his fist reached Barry's face. He pushed, kicked, and shoved the dark haired accomplice until he knew he wasn't getting back up.

He wasn't a cold blooded killer, but something told him to pick up the gun and put an end to him.

"Mel!" He ran over, his heart beating out of his chest, "Please, please, please."

Her eyelashes fluttered, her breathing raspy as he held onto her. He quickly ripped off his shirt, wounds being no stranger to him. He began to wrap the shirt around her head, applying pressure to the open wound.

"Hey," Blood coated her teeth, "Don't look so glum."

"How can I not?" He started, hot tears flowing from his eyes. "The love of my life is bleeding into my hands."

He watched the blood seep from under her head, his chest aching. Tears welled in his eyes as Kiara and Pope ran over.

"Fuck! Fuck, do something," He rasped, his eyes meeting the desperate ones amongst him. "Stop standing there and fucking do something!"

Kiara speedily whipped out her phone, her fingers dialing 911. Her and Pope's frantic voices were drowned out, Amelia only focused on her golden boy.

"Did you j-just profess your undying love to me while I bleed out?" She stuttered, a pitiful smile on her face, "Ho-How romantic."

The boy could only sit in his own silence, continuously applying pressure. How could she make jokes when she was barely holding on.

"Hey, Jay?"

"Yes, beautiful."

"Don't blame yourself," She sighed, sputtering out blood as she could feel her vision fading, "You're my hero, remember?"

Sobs racked through his body as he could see her eyes fluttering shut.

"Come on, Mel!" He whispered, "Please, just a little longer. I can't make it without you. I should've told you sooner. I should've never left you. Fuck if I don't regret not being with you ever since the day I met you. I can't lose you again..."

Pope and Kiara stood by, helping the boy keep pressure on her wound. They heard every word he said, but the blonde didn't care. He would tell the whole world how in love with her he was.

But the one person who needed to hear it most was unconscious and laying in his arms.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

oops

--finnsgrazer