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24: Leaving The Past

(A/N: VIOLENCE, DEATH, MURDER)

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Winnie's POV

I think I was more upset over the fact I couldn't even see Gavin deceiving me over the years. The fact he was traveling to Greece and doing business for his own personal gain had me fucked up.

It wasn't like I ever got to truly see if he brought home profits or not, I just assumed when he'd wire me a large sum of money everything went as it should. Unfortunately, it was obvious now that he was doing so much else.

I wish I wasn't so dismissive of how the money was obtained from each deal he'd go off on his own for. I was just used to that kind of behavior from him, and I thought I could trust him more after our Dad's death, but it was never the case.

So now, Scott and I lay on the ground, dumbfounded by the insane amount of rifles pointed at our crew, my adrenaline pumping so hard through my veins I felt like my body was going to burst. This was the absolute worst case scenario.

"Nothing's gonna happen if you two just cooperate," Gavin said, turning to us both. He glared mostly at Scott, not necessarily giving me any looks at all. It was the fact he held such a stupid grudge over Scott's head.

"I'm not gonna let you lay a fucking finger on her," Scott growled, shooting Gavin a fierce look that could pierce his skin.

"I don't recall you being the one with the upper hand right now," Gavin said, tapping his head, pretending to be confused. He gave Scott a glare after a moment. "I think I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I wanna."

Neither of us moved, not sure what would happen to our crew if we dared to move even a finger. I was stumped, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I felt completely helpless and trapped like a circus animal. Everything I could possibly do to help wouldn't help at all.

Scott couldn't do anything either which I hated myself more for. I wished Gavin wasn't like this, and somewhere deep inside of me, I wished I had never met Scott. I just wished I could've given him peace back then if I had known our fate in this moment.

"So, who's gonna go first?" Gavin asked, his gun directed back at us, pointing it more towards Scott.

The silence that filled the night air around us made me sick. This moment felt slow motion, like we really were both going to die along with everyone else. We were completely outnumbered. I wish I had seen this coming.

Nothing but regret and anguish shrouded my whole body, wondering if I was better off dead back when I was a kid. Wishing I had the guts to do it when I was younger than to deal with the loss I've had to face now.

Was that cowardly?

I didn't really care.

All I knew was that my friends, Scott's friends, and everything we've put our efforts into for this moment was absolutely wasted. I wished my Dad had never given me this responsibility. It was a fucking burden. I felt no satisfaction or joy doing this and I never have.

This was a perfect display of why.

Gavin bashed the barrel against my skull harshly, knocking me back into reality. I was stunned for a moment, but stared at him menacingly. I couldn't do anything to retaliate.

I was stuck staring between my brother and the barrel of his gun.

"Don't worry. Winnie isn't gonna see what I do to you," he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair, dragging his fingernails across my scalp; something I was familiar with because of him. He brought the gun under my jaw by my chin, digging the barrel into my skull again.