Love & death: Feel it all

What a waste

"How are you planning on finding Bill and Tom? I don't think they'll come looking for me without weapons." I ask Svetlana. Brad stands behind her with his arms crossed like a real villains bodyguard. She grins at me and takes just one step closer. I look up at her.

"They'll come here soon enough. Probably with weapons, yes... but we have weapons too. And medicine that will make them sleep. You don't need to worry, it's all gonna work out while you sit here helpless." Svetlana says, taking another step closer to me and looking down on me. She looks very happy with herself.

"I would think you wanted Gustav, not me, Bill and Tom. Especially not my daughter. What is it you want from us?" I ask Svetlana, trying to put the pieces together myself before she answers, but I really have no idea. Money? Power? Recognition? If she doesn't want Gustav then what?

"Wouldn't you like to know... hah." She says, annoyingly calm as she turns around.

"Gustav doesn't ever talk about you he has moved on and he's in love with a much prettier and younger girl." I say, trying to annoy her as much as possible. It seems to have worked because she stops walking away and turns on her heels to look at me again.

"Brad... make her shut up." Svetlana says. That was not what I thought was gonna happen at all. Not my plan.

While Svetlana looks at me with a childishly excited look, Brad walks closer and gathers his giant hand into a fist. Before I know it, he's hit me across the face and everything turns black as if lightning hit me.

Toms pov:

Now that I'm out of Nicks place, I realize that the Scarlett I saw wasn't real. It was all in my imagination. But I still believe that she could be real one day. I doubt she's gonna let go of Bill just yet, but I can show her that I have changed and that I will do anything for her. At least I can if I actually have changed.

Bill is looking straight out the window just like I am. We're almost at the house where I think they might be, and it's starting to look sketchy around here. The streets are dark and almost empty, the only people walking around being druggies and dealers.
The house I'm thinking of looks pretty small on the outside, but it's actually huge. Most of the house is underground and basically looks like a basememt. A giant basement. It's where I would go if I was Brad. I've only been there once when I was getting Brad into my gang the first time and he wanted me to, so he probably thinks I don't remember the place. But I do.

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We find the small house and I park the car right outside. I see faint red light coming frol the one single window to the outside, and I know I've guessed correctly. They're here. Whoever they are.

"Guns and knives?" I ask, looking from Bill to Georg and back again. Both of them nod while checking themselves if they have all their weapons. I open the door and step out, checking my bandages one last time before we walk into the house.
The door creaks when Bill opens it and it looks heavy for him. Sadly, both of us are weak and Georg is a terrible shot.

The hall is empty but I can smell Scarlett is here. Or was here. Her shampoo and her perfume is something I'll never forget. I can follow her scent trail almost like a dog down to the "basement". But then I hear a familiar crying.

"Caty." I whisper and look back and Georg. Bill turns around when he hears the same cry.

"You go get her, Georg and I will take Scarlett." Bill whispers, pointing to the stairs and to where the sound of her cries is coming from. At least she doesnt sound like shes in pain. Shes just a baby crying.
I nod and go along the hall while Georg and Bill go down the stairs to the basement. It's not smart to be alone, but if Scarlett is downstairs and Cat is here, I bet most of them are down there with Scarlett. Again, it's what I would do.

The hall leads me to a door with scraches and bulletholes in it. I look into the room through one of the holes and I see Caty sitting on the floor in what looks like a kids room with papers and markers all around her. She's wailing, probably because her drawings didnt turn out the way she wanted them to.
She looks so cute sitting there with her baby blue shorts on and her chubby baby legs crossed under each other. I just want to pick her up, hold her in my arms and kiss her chubby soft cheeks forever.

While I'm distracted by my beautiful baby, I don't realise that I'm not alone in the hall anymore, until I feel a hard pressure on my burnt arm. I scream at the top of my lungs at the pain and I squint my eyes automatically.

Once I am able to open my eyes, I look at the person. I can't see her face but I know it's a woman dressed in all black. Her figure is wonderful. She looks a little like Scarlett, but taller. Taller and maybe with less curves. But beautiful still. It's hard to admire her beauty while she's making me scream.

I rip out my knife and jam it into her arm thats grabbing mine. She takes over my scream, starting once I stop. I notice that Caty is crying even louder now. Shes probably scared. The fatherly instinct makes me eager to make her comfortable again.

While I still have the knife inside her arm, I throw her against the wall so she hits her head with a loud bump. She pulls her arm away from the knife, and we almost fight as if it was a dance. I have my turn, she has her turn... until I finally get the chance to jam my knife into the side of her head.
Her body stops moving immediately almost like she froze. Untin I pull out the knife, blood spraying from her skull as she falls to the ground with a bump.

"What a shame of a beautiful body." I pant to myself before I turn around to the door. I open it carefully, trying not to scare her. Once I've closed it behind me, Cat sees me. Her face changes into something thats hard to read. Shes sniffling and she still looks sad but her eyes are shimmering like she recognises me. The thought of that warms my heart so much that all of this pain feels worth it.

I shoot over to her and pick her small body up from the ground and press her to my chest. I almost cry when I feel the comfort of her warm soft body against mine and her tiny hands playing with my braids like she used to.

"Dada." She coos in her cute baby voice, and the sound brings me over the egde and the tears start flowing freely.

"My sweet baby girl... I missed you." I mumble and press my lips against her chubby little cheek. Then her forehead. Then the other cheek and over and over again until she starts laughing. The sound calms my heart enough that I'm able to stop crying. I stop kissing her and press her close to my body to protect her when I leave the room.
I won't loose her ever again. Ever...

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