Nothing Left to Give *completed*

Nothing Left to Give- Chapter 9

I won't be able to update so much, 'cause I just started school on Tuesday, but I'll try to update at least once every other week. I know that's not a lot, but that might be all I can manage, so forgive me if there's ever any huge gaps between updates. This story isn't going to die - I love it too much.

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Zack’s POV

Oh God, my head is KILLING me. Did I get really drunk or something last night? And I mean really drunk, ‘cause I can’t remember a thing. I roll over, shoving my face into my pillow, but I yelp and pull back when something jabs me in the eye. That was totally not my pillow.

I pry my eyes open, stubbornly ignoring the jab of pain that shoots through my head. Okay, why am I in the middle of the forest? Holy shit! Why am I covered in blood!? And god, why does my head hurt so much?

I grab my shirt, holding the fabric away from my body. I don’t think that the blood is mine, because nothing but my head hurts – and trust me, that hurts enough as it is.

“Bleh,” I groan, shuffling to my feet. The world tips around me and I clutch at the nearest tree so I don’t go down. I grasp my head in between my hands, biting my tongue on the curse that’s trying to jump out of my mouth. Something warm and sticky is matted in the hair over my left ear, and unless it’s hot fudge, my first guess would be blood.

So, this is what I know. I woke up in the middle of the forest with a pounding headache, covered in blood, little of which is mine.

Here’s what I don’t know. Why my head hurts, why I’m here, where exactly I am, who’s blood is all over me, why the person was bleeding, and almost everything else.

Actually, I do know where I am. I’m at that spring thingy that Autumn likes to hang out at. A smile fits my lips before I can stop it. This is where I kissed Autumn. Well, actually, she kissed me, but for the sake of my ego, lets go with the first one. My smile immediately slips away. I was such an idiot. Why did I break up with her again? Oh yeah, she’s sixteen.

I walk away from the spring, the world still tipping slightly, making it hard to stay upright. It doesn’t help that my mind is completely filled by those giant golden eyes to pay any sort of attention to the roots and things in my path that are determined to trip me.

Autumn, Autumn, Autumn, Autumn.

Oh crap. Autumn.

I spin on my heel and run back, happy that the world has finally managed to find some stability.

Autumn.

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Where did she go? What happened? Who took her?

Oh God.

This has to be a nightmare, right? Autumn was not shot. She’s safe at home with her brothers. She was not kidnapped and I was not knocked out by the people who took her. She was probably sitting in her living room, playing video games and scheming all the ways she would torture me for hurting her. I probably just knocked my head on a branch or something, or maybe she punched my lights out.

Oh, who am I kidding.

Autumn was shot.

Autumn was shot.

My mate was shot.

Shit, this could not be good.

Autumn’s POV

I wake up to pain. Horrible pain, worse pain than the hangover headache I had and that was pretty painful. I feels like people are cutting up my insides and pulling things out. I groan.