The New Student

Chapter 31

Dylan's POV

Lisa's body sat there lifeless, while me and AJ stood there in shock. Naomi killed her. I felt as sense of proudness so strong but I was too shocked to even compliment her. 

I walked up to Naomi and took the gun out of her hand. It slipped out of her grasp with ease. She took a deep breath before breathing out her mouth, trying to calm herself. AJ and I gave each other looks, both knowing what to do. 

AJ pulled out his phone to dial our clean-up team. Usually, we have security in the house, but we decided to keep them all outside to make sure we were protected all around. While AJ spoke on the phone, I grabbed Naomi's hand and took her out of the room. 

I brought her out the dungeon and into my room before sitting her down on the edge of the bed. I grabbed my rolling chair and sat on it in front of her, bringing us to the same level. She was looking down at her hands, which had blood all over them. But she wasn't looking down in guiltiness, but what seemed like anger.

I quickly went to the bathroom to get a rag. I soaked the rag in water before returning to where Naomi sat. I cleaned the blood off her hands before discarding the rag and sitting back down. 

"Why did you do it?" I asked her, my elbows against my knees with my hands intertwined. Silence was all I got in response. We sat in the quiet for a few minutes before she finally spoke. 

"Is that really even a question?" Naomi asked as she looked at me. Tears were streaming down her face and I could see frustration clear in her eyes. 

"It's just tha-"

"She killed my mother, Dylan. What more needed to be done besides her getting what she deserved?!" Naomi yelled. I'm one to hide my emotions but shock was the only think plastered on my face. I'd never seen her like this, but after all, I turned just as cold as she was getting when my mother and unborn sister died. 

"I understand. I seriously do. I've been after Salo ever since he killed my mother and unborn sibling. I know how you feel." I told her, trying to calm her down. I was also erratic after they died, doing things that didn't make sense. Just seeing pure red. 

I watched Naomi's eyes slightly soften from hearing my words. She knew that I could relate to her with this situation more than anyone else, maybe even more. 

"You wish it was your father, right?" I asked her. This caught her attention as I watched her eyes widen a bit. "I know. Trust me. I never had a good relationship with my father either." I tell her. 

"I used to. But, it was dying slowly anyway. It definitely died once my mother past. I wouldn't even call us father and son anymore. We treat each other like allied acquaintances." I continue. 

"I remember when my mom died, I wanted it to be my dad so much. For all the lives he took and all the bad he has done, you would say he deserves it. But no, it was my mom and unborn sibling instead." I say with clenched fist.

"Did you know the gender?" Naomi asked, speaking up a bit. 

"I did. It was going to be a girl." I answered truthfully. "She would've been so beautiful." Naomi said with a small smile. 

"Yeah she would've," I state. "But she won't." I finish. Naomi looked at me in shock. 

"I know that you never got to see her but you'll see her one day." she tried promising me. 

"Okay? But what will that change? I'll never be able to hold her in her small baby form and watch her grow up." I started. 

 "It's that younger-sister-and-older-brother bond that we never got to have. It's that younger sister that I never got to protect. It's that younger sister that I never got to hide away from boys, or teach her how to shoot her first gun and throw her first knife. It's that younger sister, that I will most likely never get to see." I state, my voice cracking towards the end. 

I could see the pain and sympathy clear on Naomi's face. I could tell she wanted to say something, but no words would be able to heal the wounds I have. But I knew that someway, Naomi would find a way. She place her hand atop of mine. 

"Maybe not. But you know that she's watching over you. She always has been. She may not be here but she still loves you from where she is now." Naomi tells me softly. 

"I bet she would hate me for all the cruel things I've done. I highly doubt she could ever grow to love me." I retort honestly. 

"If I found a way to love you," Naomi said putting her hand on my cheek, making eye contact with me.

"There's no doubt that she didn't." she says with nothing but truth in her eyes. I froze, almost not believing my ears.

"You mean it?" I ask, some shock coming through my tone. Naomi raises he eyebrow slightly. "You love me?" I ask again, still not quite processing it. 

"We both do." she says as she leans in and gives me a quick peck. "Lives too short, especially in this type of lifestyle to not make amends with our past and confront it. And love the now even though it may seem like you're living your worst nightmare." Naomi says in pureness with her soft voice. 

I take a deep breath, processing all of her words. How did this angel fall into such hell? She didn't deserve this. She could've turned away from me in the beginning but she never did. 

"Why?" I asked her. 

"Why what?"

"Why do you love me? Even after all the things I've done?" I question, confusion written clear on my face. Naomi sighed hearing my words. 

"Life is full of mistakes, and that's what it's for- to live and fuck up until you find a way to fix it." she says with a slightly amused tone. "There are going to be plenty of times we mess up and they'll never end but it's just called learning. I make mistakes too. And mistakes are what make us human-"

"But me killing isn't a mistake. I mean to do it, just like you meant to kill Lisa." I snap out of nowhere and instantly regret my words. Shock plasters Naomi's face before it's quickly replaced with an unknown expression. She didn't seem to be hurt by my words, but kind of disappointed. She sighed once more.

"I know what I did. And if you want me to be honest? I don't regret it. I don't think it was a mistake, and truthfully, I'd do it again." she continued. 

"She killed my mother. My best friend. Everything that made me human and who I am today is because of my mother. And I will never get her back." she says, her voice cracking at the end. 

"I don't think what I did was wrong. A life for a life is how I see it. And that's exactly what you do. Salo killed not just your mother, but also your unborn sister. I probably would've taken more lives than you have by now. But even though we kill, nothing is going to replace what we've lost, it'll just barely fill the hole left in our hearts." she continues with her hand atop of mine. 

"And the only thing that can ever truly heal the hole completely," she says while raising her hand to my cheek. "Is each other.". A small smile formed on her face once she finished, completely taking me in.

I didn't even give her another chance to say more before I pressed my lips onto hers. She was shocked at first but quickly fell into it. I made sure I was kissing her with passion and love- the same thing she's been showing me for all this time. I slowly climbed on top of her, laying her down gently on the bed. 

"Please, allow me to make love to you." I said with a soft but hungry voice, almost sounding desperate. Naomi looked at me with a type of pureness that you can't find in anyone else; like it was only made for me to see. 

"Yes, you can." she said softly, her voice like an angel to me, making me want to love her even more. 

And I did just that.