Freddie McClair.

Chapter 20.

Gabriella's POV

Bang.

I woke up from my nightmare. Scott was there, thank god.

"You're awake." he noticed.

"Yeah..for how long I was asleep?"

"Half an hour. Maybe more."

"Where's Freddie?"

Silence.

"Where's Freddie, Scott?" I repeated with my tone becoming louder.

"Gabriella listen.."

I stood up, grabbed his car keys and ran to his car. I heard him running behind screaming my name and asking me to stop. I didn't listen. I knew were he went. I knew exactly what he was up to.

"Gabriella let me at least drive." I gave him the car keys and we headed there.

"Faster." I commanded. I couldn't think at that time. All I wanted was to see him. Check that he was ok. And then punch his face that he did this behind my back.

We arrived and took the stairs. I entered in the room first. Noone. I entered the office.

"NO." It was him. Lying on the floor with blood running from his chest. I took him in my hands trying to stop the bleeding. He was still conscious.

"Yeah hello do you hear me? I need someone here there is a dead man and the other is still conscious hurry up." That was Scott calling 911. His voife was shaking like hell and he couldn't stand on his feet so he sat on the floor with his hands covering up his face.

"Freddie talk to me..please don't be dead."

"Gab.."

"Yes yes it's me Freddie. I love you. Can you hear me? I love you."

After 10 years

I left a red rose on his grave. I know he liked those the most. I looked at his picture and tried to imagine how would he look now, this day, if his was alive. It was unfair. He was just a boy. A young full of life boy. And we were in love. Deeply madly in love.

"Are you coming love?"

That was Scott, on his feet a few meters away from me. Although we got married, he is completely understandable of my grief for him.

We also had a baby, 2 years ago. His name is Freddie.

The end.