A Life On The Edge

Tough Choices

i had to make a few adjustments to the last chapter after i realized i made a slight mistake with the events in the story. sorry :( my bad anyway this chapter shouldn't be affected! enjoy! 

I've had to sneak in through my fair share of windows. This has been the hardest by far. And the worst part is that Lyle didn't fucking help me at all. He just watched me struggle and break my ass.

"You weren't going to fucking help?" I growled rubbing my sore ass.

"I'm sorry." His voice was deep and flat, void of all feeling. I stared up at me concerned.

"Baby?" I walked over to the bed and took my seat beside him. "Are you okay?"

"No."

"What happened?" I whispered scared that if I spoke too loud something terrible would happen. He didn't answer me. He continued to stare at his phone. "Knight?" his eyes snapped up to meet mine.

"Take this phone from me before I do something I'll regret."

"Why?" I asked confused. I took the phone from his hands and put it in my pocket.

"Remember when Blake told us someone tipped Chris off to the rat?" I nodded. How could I forget? "He just called me. He said he asked Chris who it was that told him."

"Who was it?" I asked adrenaline pumping through my veins. I wanted to find this person and rip their heart out with my bare hands, spit in their eye, and watch them die. But I hid my irrational emotions for Lyle's comfort.

"My sister." I froze. "Jennika."

"What?" my heart stopped beating, but when it turned back on it had a kick to it. I was enraged.

"Blake. He's sitting in his car outside of her house right now." he stopped talking for a minute to but only to get himself together. He was still in shock. "Blake asked for my permission to kill her." I didn't know what to say to that. It made sense to me. It was Lyle's sister. She did something unforgivable and the only response Blake, Dylan, or I would have for that would be to kill her. But only with Lyle's permission. It is his sister, and doing it any other way would just be cruel and all together a betrayal. But Lyle didn't understand that. He didn't see it that way. It wasn't like asking you parents' permission to go to the mall even though you know the answer is yes. You ask out of respect. To make them aware of where you are. You ask them instead of telling them, it's just the right thing to do. No. Lyle saw it as having his sister's life in his hands. Making a decision no man should make.

Playing god in way.

He didn't understand that she was going to die. Whether it was with his permission by Blake's hands or unknowingly to him by Chris's men one unsuspecting afternoon. Jennika's days were numbered. I just had to explain that to him.

"Lyle. He's asking out of respect, not for permission. He could go in there and milk her for all the information and answers we need to keep us safe and leave only to have her die at a later date by someone else. Or just kill her now."

"I shouldn't have to make that choice. And I don't want to, but everything in me is telling me to pick up that phone and order my sister's execution." I frowned at the tears in his eyes. "Riley she's my sister. You might not understand, but we've been through things together. No matter how much we fought, there is always going to be bond there. I just...I don't understand how she could do this." I frowned. "She was my only friend in that house when I lived with my father. She was my rock even when she pushed me away. Even though I hate her right now, I can't...I can't kill her. I don't have that in me. I just don't." I could feel his heart break. Everything he stood for, every moral, every principle in his DNA was being tested at this moment.