Saving Aliyah (editing)

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-Alastair Diaz-
*TW*

It was three in the morning when I came home, I lost half my men today. Hearing and watching as their bodies drop to the floor.

I hiss out in pain looking down at the gunshot wound, I pull my hand away from my lower abdomen, seeing the blood surrounding the wound.

Fuck. We were so caught off guard today, if we had known that they were there we would've killed them all.

I walk towards the kitchen, searching for the first aid kit in the cabinets, where the fuck did I put it?

"Alastair-" my head snaps up and I see Claire staring there with wide eyes, frantically searching "what happened- are you okay?" She asks walking towards me "go back to bed."

"Who shot you-" I cut her off "Claire, go back to bed." I tell her, my sister scoffs "what, you're allowed to come home at three in the fucking morning and when I ask what's wrong you don't answer?" She says.

I pour the rubbing alcohol on a pad and holding it on the wound "Alastair." Claire says I look at her "why didn't you tell me?" Her voice wavers, that's when I knew I fucked up, she tries so hard to show emotion, but when she does. You know you hit her.

"I can't have you worrying about me, kid."

"You're my brother."

She stated, I don't know what to do, or what to say, "what if something happened to you?" Claire asked me, I don't know. I don't even know what would happen if that did happen.

The problem is, half the time I don't know if I'll make it home. I sigh "Claire, I don't want you worrying when stuff like this happens." I say, she walks towards me "you can't tell me that when you were one of the only people who worried about me." She says, my eyes soften.

There were very few people who cared for my sister and I, and one of them isn't even here, she's with Marcus. "Please, tell me next time." Claire begged, I nod my head slowly, but deep down, I know I wouldn't be able to make her worry, I just can't.

"Claire, go to bed, please." I say, she freezes for split second, and I now realized why she's up, it happened again "turn the nightlight on, yes?" I say, she nods her head and goes upstairs.

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It took an hour, but I finally took care of each and every wound I had, I made my way upstairs assuming Aliyah was there. She wasn't.

I close my door slowly and make my way to her room, knocking on the door, no answer, I assumed she was asleep. I freeze when I open the door, there's broken pieces from a lamp on the floor, spots of blood on the floor.

I step over the pieces and walk to the opened window, she couldn't have just left? I swallow the lump in my throat, I can't fucking loose her.

My eyes find this note I pick it up and my eyes scan over it.

"I told you I'd get her again."

The handwriting was so fucking familiar. My hands ball into fists, I rip the paper, I know who fucking did it.

And when I find him, I'll rip every fucking limb off of him.

-Aliyah Cameron-

I feel my eyes slowly opening, closing and opening again, my back hurts, I try and get up and notice I can't.

What? I look around to figure out where I am, my surroundings don't look familiar, at all

I try and get up again, and again "please.." I beg the bed I was on wasn't comfortable at all. It hurts my back.