This Is England » Freddie Highmore

100.

TEN BODIES injured. Five were dead. There was a fire behind me, surely the smoke would reach the lungs of those surviving. I was face to face with my accusor, and I would be met with his soul in just a moment. I needed him to declare his decline to the ownership of this city, of England, because I know that I would better the country versus breaking it.

Damion is before me now, his dark eyes narrowed. He has a blade in his hand, and just as he's about to cut me, I grab a hold of his wrist and push him backward, then I switch the blade back onto him.

"What are you going to do, Highmore?" He asks me with a sinister grin. "Are you going to kill me?" He almost laughs in my face. My anger is escalating to a rather dangerous state. I want to cut him open and harm him. Like he did to my brother, like he did to my unborn child.

"This isn't about the bloody country anymore," I snap. "This is about the shit you've done to me, and the hell you've caused for my unborn child."

"Oh, you were going to be a family man, aye?" Damion asks. "Well, isn't that a pity. Looks like you damn well deserve it, especially because you've ruined my life worse than I did yours. You bitch."

I allowed the adrenaline to surface, and just like that, the blade came into the depths of his throat; slicing him in half. The look of his eyes remaining open almost haunted me, but I felt no remorse, because I knew that what I was doing was the right thing.

When I got up from my grotesque act, I turn around and see a distraught Amelia.

"Amelia..."

Her eyes are trimmed with tears. Her hair and face are slightly covered in ash. She has her bag with her and lifts up her index finger, opening her mouth to speak as she does so.

"I can't do this anymore!" She roars.

"Darling, listen," I assure her, I place my bloodied hands on her waist. "I did this for my brother. I did this for us. I did this for our unborn child. Aren't you proud of me?"

Amelia pushes me away from her. "Proud of you?" She asks me. "You just killed a man and are asking me if I'm proud of you?!" Her voice cracks as she finishes her question. "This is why I can't do this with you anymore, Freddie," she begins to cry.

"Do what, darling?" I ask. I knew what she was getting at, but I didn't want her to say it. Surely she could wait for me to get out of prison. Won't she? My heart knows the truth. She wouldn't.

"I can't be with you anymore!" Amelia fires back. "I've done all that I could to be with you, and I realize I can't keep monitoring you like you're a two year old!" She adjusts her bag on her shoulder. She sighs, then she slaps her hand to her thigh.

"Goodbye Freddie."

Before I could respond, she tosses the engagement ring I had given her. And just like the ever present smoke disappearing into mid air, she left me.

And just like that, she was gone.

For good this time.

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