Pretty little promises (Mialotte)

Chapter 22 | Once and for all.

(Gory warning!)

(Charlotte's pov)

I immediately attempted to step back into action, but with my eyes still blurred, there was no hope. A smirk danced across my lips as I silently unzipped my bag which laid behind my back, hidden from the attacker. I carefully reached into it but before I could make my next move, the man whipped of his mask, revealing his real face. Harshly, he slammed me into a large, metal trash can, making my back drip with crimson, red blood.
It was Roger. He was the man committing murder, again.

At this moment, I didn't care about myself, I was going to die soon anyway, it was the red-head I deeply wanted to save. There is nothing I wouldn't do to save Mia as she has saved me in ways that she doesn't even know. Without hesitation, I reached in my bag blindly. Suddenly, I felt blood drip down my fingers - I had touched the blade. Rapidly, I grabbed the knife by the sharp end and it cut through a small vein in my thumb. My vision was beginning to slowly return. I held the steak knife like my life depended on it, well, it actually did. I lifted the weapon upwards before mischievously speaking,
"Say goodbye, Roger."
An evil cackle rolled off my tongue and as I looked to my side, I noticed Mia had not moved in a while.

(Mia's pov)

I heard a fight go on beside me, as I laid helplessly on the floor, feeling blood ooze out of certain areas across my body. I remained still, terrified that if I would move, I would die. Now that I know Charlotte is here, I know I'll be okay. With her in my presence, I would never be unsafe, mentally and physically. I hear my girlfriend state something but my ears are ringing that heavily that I can't hear her clear enough to understand the words.
All of a sudden, I hear two gunshots.
One bloodcurdling scream.

I wasn't sure what had happened, but all I know for sure is that someone is dead.

(Charlotte's pov)

After spending too long gazing over at Mia, by the time I had looked back, Roger had pulled out a gun and held it towards me. I watched as his evil grin spread widely, and his eyes flickered villainously. Considering I was about to die, I was relaxed. All of a sudden, an adrenaline feeling rushed around my body, and I twisted his arm backwards, resulting in him dropping the gun. Rapidly, I snatched it off the ground and held it up to him. It was at that moment that I realised my knife was missing. I pulled my head up and aimed the gun to his chest while he held up my steak knife in the air, preparing to slash it through my body.

Although Roger was an awful villain, did he really deserve to die?
Everyone deserved second chances, I believe that has been proved after my parents died. I regret killing them both.
On the other hand, Roger has nearly murdered me on multiple occasions, but I don't really care about that.
A thought suddenly raided my brain, he has nearly killed Mia in the past and present.
It's time he was gone, once and for all.

That's it. I couldn't take it anymore,

At the same moment, I shot the gun and a bullet flew through his chest, meanwhile, he leant up and slashed the knife into my arm.
I winced out in pain while he blared out a vast scream. Tears poured down my cheeks and in no time they became completely drenched in my water-works. I gave one final look over to the love of my life before whispering,
"I love you." And dropping unconscious.

(Mia's pov)

I finally managed to untighten my blindfold and ripped it off. As I let my eyes adjust to the bright light, I felt some sort of liquid spread, on the icy cold ground. My eyes immediately widened at the sight of blood covering the floor.
I still couldn't tell who was dead, Roger or Charlotte.
I prayed that it were to be Roger's soul floating off to hell, but was I mistaken?

I pumped my hands aggressively onto Char's chest, hoping to even feel a slight movement. After finally finding atleast a miniscual amount of oxygen supply, I grabbed my phone and rang an ambulance. Yes, I may of been in pain, but I would've been heartbroken if my sweetheart died.
If she dies, so will I.