Her Deadly Friends

Chapter 33

Danny Pov

I stared out the window in silence. Trying to reject all the feelings that wanted to come to the surface. Hate, despair, anger, denial. Kyle couldn't be dead. He just can't be. I don't wipe tears anymore. I just let them fall. Kyle is dead because of me. He tried to get me to safety, but I sent him back to protect Dean. Dean. My entire demeanor shifts when I think about Dean. Fuck him. He's also the reason that Kyle died. He didn't accept Kyle for who he was. He pushed him away. If Kyle was here, I wouldn't have been so miserable and wanted to escape. If he hadn't made Kyle leave, he would have been here to protect my baby from Dean. Kyle wanted to protect me. Now he's gone.

It's so painful. I feel his loss more profoundly than I have anyone else that I've lost. Kyle was my spirit animal as he liked to say. He was my soulmate friend. I love him so much and whoever had a hand in his death will pay. I will make sure of it. I just have to keep Dean from killing my baby then put it somewhere safe.

"Dinner. Let's go." I slammed my eyes closed and took a deep breath. I never thought I would feel so much rage and hate for Dean. If I had a weapon, I would seriously try to harm him.

"I'm not hungry," I replied stoically.

He came to me and snatched me from the window seat. I looked into his face. He's not remorseful at all. That's because he doesn't care. Just like he doesn't care about me or the baby.

I snatched my arm from his grip. "Leave me alone. I said I wasn't fucking hungry!" I screamed. I am so angry. I don't care what he does to me anymore. I feel like this is over. This is beyond saving. Especially since Kyle is gone. Part of me died with him. I don't care anymore.

He must have seen it on my face because he let me go and walked off.

"I will have Tasha bring you something."

I sat down thinking. I'm roughly 8 months pregnant, which means I have 1 month to escape. I will leave here; I will leave Dean.

I wrapped the robe tighter around myself as more tears came. I felt so cold. So much despair was attacking my heart and chest that it's painful.

I gasped, trying to get air into my lungs. This pain is crushing. It's unbearable. I walked to the bed and laid down. I just wanted to die. I can't make it without Kyle. Just then my baby kicked, reminding me that I have something to live for. "Hang in there little Kyle. I will get you to safety and you will never know fear, hurt, or pain. I will bear it all for you. I love you." With that thought I fell asleep.

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The next morning, I bathed, dressed and went downstairs to help with breakfast. Tasha tried to engage me in conversation, but I just wasn't in the mood. She stopped after too many short replies.

We served Dean, his mother, father and Kyle's parents. I told them that I'm sorry for their loss, but I doubt if they cared. They look at their children as assets to further their greed.

For some reason, Dean's dad tried to engage Latasha in conversation, but a sharp reply from his wife hushed him. It was too much toxicity for me. I grabbed my own plate and headed to my room.

"Where are you going?" I ignored Dean and headed towards the stairs.

"Such insolence. How can you put up with her, Dean. Just end her already."

I stopped and turned to her. "Maybe he should end you. I'm sure he will when he finds out that you had Troy to lie for you. You thought Dean would be enraged enough to kill me and my baby, but you underestimated his love for me, alone with several other things. Shame on you."