Black & White | SPRINA ✔️

Chapter Six

All eyes were on Spencer as his laughter echoed through the home. He couldn't stop the lengthy laughter after the revelation. "Well look at that," Spencer started as he wiped his watering eyes. "They're having a whole-ass family reunion." Spencer stood up from the stairs where he took a seat as he limped to the middle of the floor. "Ryan!? You're here too buddy?! Have you risen from the dead?" Spencer yelled out as the lights switched on. "Shit, I'll take that as a yes," He snarled through his teeth as anger, worry, and frustration boiled in him. "Sam, do me a favor. Look in the closet over there and hand me one of those crutches, please" Sam hesitated, "You should take a seat spencer, that wound is dripping...you can cause more damage to it," The male rolled his eyes at the female and limped to the area before Sam stopped him, "I'll get it,"

Sonny walked in front of his nephew, who grimaced in pain at his wound. "So what's your plan? To get yourself and Trina killed because you want to be stubborn?" Spencer glared at Sonny, "Me being a sitting duck can achieve the same results. Curtis is out there looking for Trina and does not know the island like I do. None of you do, not even Ava!" Spencer received the crutches from Sam and sighed at the subtle relief it gave to his injury. "You guys can do whatever the fuck y'all want, I'm going to look for Trina,"

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Trina was silent.

Her mind raced as different scenarios to escape from Heather's grasp ran through it. She could not commit to any actions as the knife Heather held dug into Trina's skin. Heather preferred the blade over the firearm, she still possessed the revolver Ezra dropped during his quarrel with Spencer.

The audible noise radiated from high-voltage cables echoed through the mansion as the power returned. "Where are you taking me?" Trina's question went unanswered as her feet dragged in whichever direction she was pushed. Trina wanted to make a run for it, she knew she could overpower Heather, but the scenario of a flying knife or bullet hitting her from behind stalled any sudden movement.

She was praying someone was searching for her, and close behind. She knew it couldn't have been Spencer, the injury that he sustained wouldn't allow him to even if he wanted. Even if he pushed through the pain, the injury would take a toll on his speed. He wouldn't be able to reach them in time.

Ezra met up with Heather and he stared at Trina, "You caused a lot of drama lil missy," Ezra poked Trina's nose and she snarled in return snatching her face from his contact. "Come on mama, Ezzie is waiting," The male voiced as they walked up the numerous stairs before them.

"Hello Treen," Esme greeted as she approached the scrapped-up female. The black gloves that covered Esme's hands trailed across the blade she held. "This is going to be fun,"

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Spencer used one hand to hold onto the railing as he hopped down the stairs. "Spencer!" He heard Curtis's voice as he walked into the mainland. "You shouldn't be out here!" Curtis spoke loudly to be heard through the heavy rain. "You need my help to guide you around the island, I need to find Trina as much as you do!" Curtis sighed, "Did the power turn on? The generator was manually shut down!" Curtis asked and notified Spencer.  Spencer nodded as he and Curtis scoped the island. "Look!" Spencer spotted fresh footprints, barely visible as the rain began washing it away. "Where does that trail lead," Curtis asked and Spencer stared at the large tower whose light shone in the dark skies.

"The lighthouse," Spencer revealed as he rushed towards the area of the tower with Curtis following. As they arrived at the building Spencer allowed Curtis to go up the stairs and he slowly made his way to the top.

The stairway to the top was brutal but Spencer refused to allow the pain to stop his advances. "Spencer, I will check and if she's there I will bring her back. Don't push yourself so hard," Curtis told the male who had to pause his movements and lean his head against the railing as a sharp pain shot through his body. Curtis missed the way Spencer shook his head in disagreement.

The male was too stubborn for his good.

The scream that followed didn't help the situation as it made him result to crawling up the stairs in a definitive effort.

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"This is the way you'll win Esme? Three against one? You've never been the strongest soldier on your own," Trina snarled at Esme, who frowned as she swiped the blade against Trina's cheek making the female scream in agony. The warm trickle of blood poured from the deep wound coating her neck and dress in the crimson colour. Trina wanted so badly to hold the wound but Heather's grip on her wrists prevented the action.

"Damn, way to ruin a pretty face," Ezra commented, earning a glare from Esme. "What to do, what to do?" Esme grinned as she placed her open hand toward her brother who placed a pistol in her hand. She flipped the weapon, slamming the rear end of it into her skull causing the female to collapse at her and Heather's feet. "Shit, I know that hurt," Ezra commented once more. Trina was dazed as she finally used her free hand to cup her bloody wound. Another hand grasped Esme's ankle, "Bitch, don't touch m—"

"Now, this isn't a fair fight is it," Curtis's voice echoed as he reached the top of the tower. Immediately, Ezra snatched the gun from Esme firing the weapon towards Curtis, who returned fire. The gunfire startled the three females, but Trina used the distraction as an advantage to escape. The grip she had on Esme's ankle tightened as she pulled the limb towards her body causing the female to fall backward, bumping her head on the railing, leaving her unconscious.

Trina raced to the stairs but paused as she realized that Heather owned a gun. She watched as the older lady aimed at her father and she raced to her, pausing Heather's arms causing the bullet to hit her son.

Ezra gasped at the impact, dropping his gun as he stumbled backward, his back colliding with the railing. Two more shots from Curtis sent the male over the railing and Heather screamed running towards the railing just in time to see the brutal collision Ezra made on the rocky shore.

Heather screamed, a loud blood-curdling scream as the sight of Ezra filled her vision. Her grip tightened on the railing as her body trembled from grief and anger. The focus being on Heather made them lose sight of Esme, who crept behind Curtis — stabbing him twice in his back. The shock from the sudden attack forced the male to his knees and allowed Heather to send two bullets to Curtis.

The male embraced for the impact, but it never came. The atmosphere was silent until the voice of Spencer broke it. "Trina...Trina," His voice trembled as he crawled towards the female who was kneeling. Trina looked down at her dress,  two areas on the dress turned color and it continued growing. Spencer and Trina heard more gunshots firing but their eyes were solely on one another, stuck in a moment of shock and realization. Spencer's arms found Trina's body, allowing her to collapse into him. Trina smiled as a single tear fell from her left eye.

Spencer looked up, seeing Curtis feel the pulse of the females he shot. He watched as Curtis pulled out his phone looking for cell service and seemingly finding one before he looked down at Trina.

"You're going to be okay," Spencer whispered as his hand held her face avoiding the fresh wound on her face. Trina shook her head, throughout the situation her logistics remained intact. The likelihood of her survival was slim with the weather, the missing launches, and the unstable cell services. Like usual, Spencer read her mind. "No, don't do that. Trina, you're going to be fine! Stay just like this, calm..."

That's true. That's the only reason she kept her composure, the calmer you are the less blood will escape the wound. Your composure plays a massive factor in some moments like these and the couple hopes that the calm reaction is beneficial for them.

Trina gave him a small smile, "I love you," Trina whispered, her bloodied hand reaching up to Spencer who was crying in her embrace. Her smile dropped slightly as he didn't respond, "Ssh, ssh. Save your energy," He whispered as he caressed her hair. He refuses to respond to her, not like this, he refuses to say his goodbyes.

This isn't goodbye.

This can't be goodbye.