Chapter Fourty-Eight

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Sage Taylor

I walked the hallways humming as the sound of gunshots grew silent. I turned the corner to see my mother finally. She was repeatedly pressing the elevator button.

"Mother." I said.

She looked over her shoulder as fear spread through her eyes. I smirked as I continued walking, she grabbed a chair, breaking the legs and tossed it at me before running toward the stairs. I groaned in pain as I looked at my leg.

"FUCK!" I yelled.

I took a deep breath before quickly pulling the wood out of my leg. I grabbed the bottle of water before quickly pouring it over my wound.

I took a deep breath before I stood up, I opened the door to the stairwell and looked up.

"YOU CAN RUN ALL YOU WANT SERENA!" I yelled.

She looked down at me before pulling out a gun, she shot before she continued running. I sighed before I began running upstairs.

Once I reached the top before opening the door to the rooftop. She stood at the edge before glancing at me.

"Are you going to jump?" I asked folding my arms.

"Sage, you can't kill your own mother...this isn't you." She said stepping away from the edge.

I scuffed.

"Have some damn dignity Serena." I said.

She looked at me and sighed.

"I loved George-"

"Keep my father's name out of your mouth." I snapped.

She looked at me and clinched her jaw before she nodded.

"Ok, if a battle is what you want...then so be it." She said removing her jacket.

"You're going to wish you would've jumped." I said.

She smirked before she pulled out her gun. I looked at her and shook my head.

"Quiet huh?" She asked.

"I'm so scared." I said.

She smirked before she pulled the trigger. The sound of the gun clicking caused her to gasp.

"My turn." I said.

I tackled her to the ground before I began to punch her. I continued punching her before she kicked me back.

She stood up before she slowly walked toward me. She pulled out a switch blade as tears fell down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry." She said.

I stood up as she lunged at me, I dodged her knife attacks before I tripped her.

"You aren't sorry...you didn't think to return to us not once. You killed my father...your husband, for 12 years he didn't move on...12 fucking years." I hissed.

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