Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 51

<Hope's p.o.v>

Harvey stood up, and he lunged toward me.

I held tighter onto Xavier.

He laughed, and instead grabbed Hana.

She gasped. So did I.

"No! Let her go." I yelled to him.

"Why should I?" I felt tears drip from my eyes.

"Because she's my friend." He grinned.

"That's exactly why I should kill her. Because she friends with a useless whore like you." He spat.

More tears fell.

"Stop." I whispered.

"You can have me. I promise. But, please, please, just leave all my friends alone."

"No w--"

"Fine then." He let go of Hana, and grabbed me. I stiffened up in his grasp. "Now, all your friends can watch while I kill you." I just nodded.

At least they weren't going to get hurt.

Xavier started yelling, but shut up when Harvey pulled out a gun, and laid it to my temple.

"Good. I see you've learnt to stay silent." I was shaking.

All my friends were watching with wide eyes, too scared to make a move, but too scared not to.

Harvey moved the gun away from my temple, and aimed it at my leg.

He pulled the trigger, and suddenly, a shooting pain shot up my leg, causing me to cry out in pain.

I threw my arms out to hold the wound, in an attempt to ease the pain.

It didn't help.

I was now immobile.

I couldn't move.

Then, Harvey moved his hands to my neck, and he lifted me up by my neck.

My throat was closing in on itself.

I couldn't breath.

My hands grasped at Harvey's to try and stop him. This was the worst.

My world was slowly dying around me.

I could barely keep my eyes open.

I dropped my hands, and I gave up.

I didn't deserve to live anyway.

I let my world die, watching with dead eyes.

Harvey dropped me, and I whispered out three more words.

"Thank you all."

Harvey slienced me, by slapping me across the face.

He then put the gun to my head once more, and he grinned.

He is going to pull the trigger.

Or, at least he was.

Before, the door burst open, and several policewomen with guns aimed them at Harvey.

He was slightly shocked, but then he laughed.

"I'm going to hell anyway."

With that, he pulled the trigger.

My world stopped abruptly, and I felt a slight pain through my forehead, but then it was silenced.

The silence was beautiful.

It was so much better than this hell I used to live in.

I let myself be swallowed up in this silence, and it was the end.

<Xavier's p.o.v>

The police barged in, and I was so glad. Hope was going to be saved.

I started to smile.

Until he said five more words which changed everything completely.

"I'm going to hell anyway." And then he pulled the trigger.

I cried out, but it was too late. Hope had given up.

And she had succumbed to the darkness.

Several more gunshots went off, but I didn't really acknowledge them.

Hope was gone.

She was well and truly gone.

But there was so many things I wanted to tell her.

I wanted to tell her how beautiful she is. What an extraordinary person she was.

I wanted to tell her that I loved her.

I ran forward, not caring anymore, and rushed to where Hope was lying, with blood oozing out of her head. She had several injuries across the rest of her body.

I tried to imagine a life without her, and failed. She was my all. My life.

"No, no, no, no. Your not dead. Your okay. Your okay." I whispered.

But I was lying to myself.

She wasn't okay, and I had lost her forever.

I had lost my one and all.

All because of Harvey.

I screamed, and went over to where he laid, with several gunshot wounds soaking his wrist and his foot.

"How could you? She didn't deserve what you gave her. She didn't fucking deserve it. You sick, sick bastard. You deserve to die. YOU FUCKING DESERVE TO DIE." I screamed at him.

I was about to start giving him what he deserved, but Blake grabbed both my arms, and wrenched them away.

"He is not worth it." He whispered into my ear. I tugged my grip free, and fell to the floor.

I had no idea what to do.