Not So Delicate ||18+

Brooklyn ~89~

My heart seemed to stop beating. Everything around me slowed, even the blood in my veins. I was frozen.

In fear.

I had to pull away. I had to run. There's no way he's alive. There's no freaking way. I watched him die. I was there when his heart stopped. So why is he here??

My heart seemed to have a jumpstart, making all the adrenaline in my body suddenly vanish, resulting in all of the pain my body has been holding in, to be released. I felt so dizzy all of a sudden and I couldn't concentrate on what was happening.

I was dreaming. I had to be. I was still in bed and Callan and Zachary would wake me up in the morning. That's it.

I let out a shaky breath and pulled away, swatting his hand away from me and making a run for it. Even if it was a dream, I didn't want it to become a nightmare. I look over my shoulder, seeing his silhouette hidden by the dim hallway. I bump into something, making me look up at Callan. He was breathing heavily, blood dripping down his chin.

"C-Callan?" I stammer, my tongue feeling heavy. Callan looks down at me, lifting my shirt a little and frowning at my wound.

"Angel.. fuck baby, I'm so sorry. I should've gotten to you sooner-" He says softly, gently pulling me closer. He takes the gun out of my hand and checks the bullets before nodding. "We just have to make it to the exit and we're good. Most of the survivors ran away."

"Callan he's-" I stammer, not able to get the words out. I cling to him and look over my shoulder, my heart was racing faster than it ever had before. My tongue felt like lead and my lungs were about to collapse.

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay. Zachary is fine and already safe. He's going to be okay." He says softly, gently petting my hair. He slowly walks me away, heading towards the exit. I heard footsteps behind us, they were slow and heavy. Callan froze, his shoulders tensing. I felt my heart in my throat. I wanted to turn around.. but I was frozen.

"You gonna turn around or do I have to?" Callan whispers shakily, making me look at him in offense.

"You're the man," I whisper back. If whoever this was was a threat.. we'd be singing with the angels by now.

"Unfortunately." He sighs before looking over his shoulder, his eyes widening. "Are you crazy?!"

I swallow and slowly turn around, my eyes widening.

~~

"He's asleep now..." I say softly, climbing onto the sofa with Callan and cuddling him. He sighs softly and pets my hair, kissing my forehead gently. It's been a week since that day. We had moved to one of the safe houses since our home was officially compromised. It was a small house but it would have to do for now.

"Now it's your turn." He says softly, wrapping his arms around me and slightly rocking me. "Hush little baby don't- ow!"

"That's what you get, pendejo." I huff, hitting his arm. I stick my nose up and look away, side-eyeing him slightly. [Motherfucker]

"You've been spending too much time with Dante." He huffs before snorting into my neck, the vibrations tickling me. I giggle and thrash around, accidentally head-butting his chin. He stops and groans, making my eyes widen.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, honey!" I apologize, kissing his chin and jaw. I gently kissed his lips and then watched him carefully to make sure I didn't hurt him too badly. He smirks and looks at me.

"Got you to kiss me." He grins, sticking his tongue out at me. I lean forward and bite his tongue before jumping off of him and running. "Hey! You damn idiot!"

I giggle and walk into the kitchen, kissing Zachary's cheek softly to steal a slice of the brownies he had made. I sneakily walk out and down the hall, entering the dim room.

"Baby?" I whisper softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. I hear a low groan and then an arm wraps around my waist.

"Hello, baby girl." Atticus whispers groggily, pulling me a bit closer. I munch on the brownie as I lay beside him, lifting it to his lips. He smiles softly and gently moves it out of the way to kiss me.

Apparently, after the paramedics took Atticus away, they found the slightest beat of his pulse. They had hooked him up and managed to keep him alive, except he was in a coma. Once Callan and Zach found out he was alive, they somehow managed to get the hospital to give him to them where they kept him in the underground base, hooked up to a bunch of machines to keep him stable.

That day that I went to say my goodbyes, he wasn't dead... he was in fact alive. They had covered it up to make it seem like he was dead. And they had also bought the hospital's silence. They didn't tell me he was alive because they didn't know how long he'd stay alive. They didn't want my heart to be broken twice.

They should've still told me though.

"There you are you little vixen," Callan muttered bitterly, walking in and climbing onto the bed, laying his back on Atticus' legs. "She's been quite the mean creature ever since you came back from the grave."

"Did you meet my parents? I'm sure Dad hated you." I say jokingly, making both of them look at me unamused. "Jeez, tough crowd."

"A little advice, never do standup." Callan said, snatching the rest of my brownie out of my hand to eat it. I pout and huff before smiling.

"Fine, I'll just do sit down for now. Ba-dum-psh." I mimic the sound of a drum, patting myself on the shoulder dramatically.

"Oh my words, please go to bed." Atticus groans, rubbing his hand over his face. I huff and look away from them. Zachary walks in with a glass of water and some cut-up fruit, placing it on the side table for me- I mean Atticus.

"Zach, do you think I'm funny?" I ask him. He smiles and leans down, kissing me sweetly.

"Of course. You're my little circus monkey." He whispers against my lips before poking my side.

"See, at least someone loves me for who I am!" I say dramatically, scooting closer to Atticus to make space for Zachary.

"You know I love you, angel." Callan chuckles, gently patting my leg. Atticus hums lowly in agreement, placing a lazy kiss on my temple.

"I love you so much." He whispers softly, starting to doze off again due to all of the medication he was on.

We were all together again. All three of my men were safe in my arms again. And this time, it's staying this way.

No matter how much pain I must endure.

~~~

Awhhh. How adorable!

*Kills them all*

Nah I'm playing... or am I? Yeah no I am, I promise ;}

He's back! How do you feel knowing you got juked?

♡