Pretty Birdie

Chapter 29 - Final Breath

**Wes POV**

As I lay there I close my eyes and picture B. I see her beautiful, kind face and the way she looks at me. And then I see her smile and wish I could kiss her soft, full lips one more time. To hold her one more time. To tell her everything I never had the courage to tell her before.

'Was it worth it?' he asks me with a sinister grin plastered on his face as he leers at me.

'Every time' I say aloud, more to myself than him.

He chokes out a laugh, filling the quiet room with his booming, demonic voice.

'You know, she begged when I fucked her right there on that mattress' he taunts, pointing to the filthy, dank heap on the floor. 'But don't worry, she definitely got more into it near the end. She felt so good underneath me. I can't wait to fuck her again, next time I miig...'

Then it all stops when I feel a spray over my face and the pressure from his leg lift from my neck. Silence fills the room as Xander fails to finish his sentence, looking at me in confusion. I take the opportunity to gasp for air and roll out from underneath him, coughing as I stand and turn to see what happened. Why did he let go? I was as good as dead. He could easily have finished me.

As my eyes adjust from their blurry haze I see Xander on his knees holding his throat, red spurting out through his fingers. His eyes are wide and I can see fear in them. The sort of fear that takes over a persons body when they know the end is near. When they know they're about to die. His eyes stay on mine, as if he's begging for help without saying the words. Help I would never give to him.

He chokes, bringing more blood up that can't escape quick enough through the large gouge in his neck. Then I break the connection as I look up from him. A shaky hand hoovers near the wound in the side of Xander neck. A large shard of bloody ceramic digging into the blood soaked hand of my savour.

'There isn't going to be a next time' B Cries out as she looks at the back of Xander, never taking her eyes off of him as if he would get up, turn and lunge for her at any second.

A strangled gasp escapes his lips as Xander slumps forward and then collapses onto the floor, unable to support himself as a pool of bright red blood sprawls out across the grey concrete ground.

I launch myself forward, unsteadily striding over to Birdie. She stands there and looks down at Xander, still holding onto the shard in her hand.

'B, are you OK?' I ask, frantically looking her over, trying to shake the weapon from her grasp.

She looks pale, almost ghost like. There are marks and bruises all over the parts of her body I can see. What has he done to her? What has he been doing?

She says nothing back to me, not taking her eyes of him. The room is quiet until Xander starts choking on his own blood. He inhales his last breath and then there's nothing. His body goes limp on the floor which is when she then turns to me.

'I don't feel too good' she tells me, before her legs give way from underneath her, sending her falling into my arms.

'B?' I ask her unconscious body, hoping and wishing for her to be ok.

Maybe it's just shock? She'll come to any second now. She has to. She wouldn't leave me. She came back?

I lower her to the floor, still holding her in my arms.

'B.'I shout at her. 'B' I cry, shaking her arm. She stirs in my arms, but doesn't wake up. I reach for my phone in my back pocket. The screen is cracked from me landing on it earlier, but it still works. I frantically hit 999.

When the phone stops ringing I hear a voice at the other end. I shout for help 'I NEED AN ABULANCE, SHE'S COLLAPSED' The calmness of the operator voice annoys me. It feels like they doesn't appreciate the gravity of the situation. I bark the address down the phone and tell her to hurry. The Women down the other end tries to ask me some more questions, but I hang up the phone, giving all my attention to the women in my arms.

I hold onto B tight, rocking her back and forth.

'Please be OK' I prey  'I never got a chance to tell you B.' I move my face to her hair and breathe in her scent. It can't end like this, it just can't. She has to be ok. She has to come back to me. I plant a soft kiss onto the top of her hair as I hold onto her for dear life. 

'Please be ok B. Please. I love you'