Never Let Go

Dirty Laundry: Chapter 7

Zania P.O.V.
"What did you do?"

"I fucked up..I shot him"

"Shot who?"

"The guy, I did it for her. She said if I loved her then I had to do it".

"Zachary please tell me you didn't kill somebody. Please".

I watched as my brother slouched down in the corner still holding this gun I have never seen before. His hands trembled as sweat poured down his face.

"I had to do it Z, I had to let her know that I love her. I had to" He said as he quickly wiped away the tears that fell down his face.

"I can help you, just tell me who it was"

"I can't" he semi yelled as he nodded his hand franticly. "She said I couldn't....no one can never know".

"Please, your going to be in trouble if you don't come clean"

"I'm sorry" he says raising the gun to his head before pulling the trigger.

"Noooo" I scream out loud in a panic as I tried fighting off the slender arms that held me close trying to wake me up.

I could feel my hair plastered to the side of my face from my sweat as I tried fighting off this treacherous nightmare. I felt like if I opened my eyes reality would hit me and I would no longer see the face of my twin brother. Zachery.

"Open your eyes baby" I hear my mother whisper her angelic voice in my ear.

"He won't be here if I open them. I won't be able to see him" I barely say as my voice became hoarse because of my screaming.

"Open them" she encourages me as I finally willed myself to do so.

Looking up into her face now all I could do was cry in her arms. I'm the only child she has now and I don't know what I would do without my mom or my dad.

"I miss him too" she says in a hoarse voice from her unshed tears.

"Why did he have to go? I miss him so much it still hurts"

"God couldn't wait for him any longer baby. He needed his angel back home" she says as she soothingly rocked me as she shed a few tears.

"Its like a hole in my heart mom, it hurts so bad. He's suppose to be here with me"

She held me close as we both cried our hearts out. Every year around his anniversary death it weighs heavy on both our hearts, especially mine. That was my twin for crying out loud. No pain can compare to losing your twin, your other half.

"I can't do this"she says slowly rising up off my bed.

"Mom please" I say but it was to late she was already gone.

The time when I needed her the most is when she couldn't help. I know I can deal with the pain a little better then she can but I still would love her support.

It was 3am and I knew I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. So I dialed the first person I could think of.

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"Come on"

"Aren't your parents here? Shouldn't we sneak through the back or something.

Of course I called Ian and asked him could he talk on the phone with me, but of course he insisted that I come over. I know it seem weird to be rolling up in somebody crib at 3 in the morning but I really needed somebody to talk to.