(Elijah's pov)
My heart feels like it stopped beating as I burst through the hospital doors. I nearly forget that Alex is with me, and I grip his hand.
I rushed to the counter where a lady looked at me.
"You must be Elijah."
"Yes."
"Room 245, 3rd level." She says with a tone of guilt.
I waste not a second and rush to the elevator. Alex keeps looking at me, I must not be showing emotion. I hurry when the doors open, and I scurry until I find room 245. I practically crash through the doors.
A nurse stands there looking at me while I walk to the bed.
There he lies, dead, his face not even moving an inch.
His cold-blooded eyes, they'll never open again.
The attitude that escapes his mouth when it's opened.
He'll never be here again.
I stare at the gunshot wound.
How could somebody do this to my older brother??
Jared, no matter how big of a jerk he was, didn't deserve this.
I stare at the wound still.
My older brother is gone, forever.
And I'm gonna kill the motherfucker who did this.
Alex looks at me in fear.
I can't help but stare.
My heart wants to cry, and it aches, yet nothing comes out of my eyes.
I look at the police officer in the corner who's been observing us the whole time. "Who did it." I say in a stern voice.
He grabs his handcuffs.
"You."
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The Shoes
Romancehey loves this is a story about a boyxboy relationship that can get messy, there might be smut, eh idk. This is my first story! I will try to upload regularly promise! hope you enjoy and you can leave ideas for the story in comments! (no guarantee...
