His Temptation (18+)

Chapter 24: Broken Soul

Wyatt drove through town at great speed, only slowing his car down when it warned him of an upcoming speed check. He swerved around corners and drove through yellow lights as they turned red. He felt unsettled as he feared Frankie had returned to the place he knew she never could.

His car came to a screeching halt outside of the Ramsey household and despite the daylight hours and the house looking calm from the outside, a sinister feeling washed over him as he rushed out of the car.

Wyatt took a deep breath before opening the screen door and knocking on the door behind it. He looked at it curiously when it moved from his fist as if it had been left ajar.

There was an eerie silence coming from inside the house and if he hadn't seen Thomas's car in the driveway, he'd have assumed no one was home.

Wyatt pushed the door open cautiously as he called into the foyer.

"Mr Ramsey? Francesca?"

He was confused when the door was stopped by something heavy on the other side. He pushed harder against it only to peer down at the defunct legs of Thomas Ramsey.

As his eyes ran up the man's body, Wyatt noticed the pool of blood and the splatter of brain matter along the floor.

Wyatt inhaled deeply through his nose as his knees buckled and he fell back against the wall. He was going to be sick.

"Mr Ramsey," he gasped as he moved cautiously around the man's body. "What the fuck..."

Wyatt scanned over him in shock, unable to feel anything but disbelief as he'd come across the dead man. For a moment, he thought it was someone else's doing but Wyatt spotted the revolver just inches away from his fingertips.

He kicked the gun away as if Thomas could rise from the dead to use it again. Wyatt fell to his knees and grabbed the man's shirt.

"Mr Ramsey, no! Come on, please!"

All Wyatt could think about was how the death of her father would absolutely destroy Frankie. The only thing he could hear was his heart pounding in his chest and a voice telling him to find Frankie before she came home to this tragedy.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed with wide eyes as he ran his hand back through his hair stressed.

Wyatt forced himself back up, using the wall for leverage as he tried to subside his heavy breathing. It wasn't until he turned to walk back out the door that he was met with a sight that stopped his heart instantly and churned his stomach.

"No," he gasped shakily.

Wyatt could barely hear the words as they escaped his lips. He didn't know if he had whispered them, spoken them, or shouted them but he knew his eyes were not deceiving him. Frankie was there, lying on the floor in a small pool of her own blood.

Without hesitation, Wyatt sprinted to her body and dropped to his knees beside her.

"No!" He repeated as he looked over her.

"No! No! No! No!"

There was no holding back his tears as he lifted Frankie partially off the floor and held her in his lap. His pristine, white sneakers were slowly turning crimson and her hot blood coated his hands and t-shirt quickly.

"Fuck! It's okay," he spoke frantically. "It's okay, I'm here. You're okay. You gotta wake up Francesca!"

Wyatt didn't know what to do. He held her tightly and ran his hand over her chest to feel for her heartbeat.

"Come on, you're okay! Wake up! You're okay!" He kept repeating as he grew angry. He couldn't see anything as every time he blinked away his tears, new ones would form, blurring his vision.