Aticm and Korosu

Chapter 54

~Korosu~
I hid it the best I could.
It was like keeping a tiger under a blanket.
It's harder to hide your demons
When they keep fighting.

One month away.
One month.
Back at work, all the kids were pretty supportive. With the exception of a few. Lacey made sure I wasn't working the week I was due, and of course made me promise not to pull anything. Bryson was being the kid he is by repeatedly insisting we name her Zelda or Misty. I swear to god the kid is another me.
Yet I hope he isn't going through torment like I did.

I paid a visit to Brooklyn.
I didn't kill her, but I did observe her. Still the same bitch.
She was sitting alone in her room when I saw her, staring at a picture.
It was a picture of us.
The day before she turned on me.
We were at the lake, leaning on each other, smiling and laughing.
It was the last time before I died I remembered being truly happy.
She had tears running down her face, pain in her eyes. "Why didn't I fucking stay?! I could have stopped her..." I thought she was talking about Mary.
"Why the fuck did you do it Yasmin?! Did I do it? Was it my fault? Damnit, killing yourself isn't your fucking answer!"
Wait...
They lied.
They fucking lied.
Everybody thought I killed myself.
And Brooke gave a shit?!
I've never seen better acting. Like she ever cared. Brooke never cared for me. She thought I was a stupid, ignorant, narcissistic, bitchy whore. She didn't ever care! My anger rose, pumping though my veins where blood should be.
She only cared when I wasn't there.
When I wasn't there to be her victim.
To take her torment.
To listen to her whining.
To give two shits.
Brooke only wanted a victim.
Guess she didn't like being one.

  I stood in the doorway, looking at my husband and son talking. A smile replaced the look of anger, rage melting away.
"One more month buddy, then you can see Marilyn." He giggled, nodding. "Yay!" Ash kissed his forehead, smiling. "Hey, your mom won't like it if you're still up." "I kinda don't." I walked in, slowly sitting on the other side of the bed. "Better get to bed Eric, days don't go by faster if you're awake." He nodded, hugging me. "I love you momma." "I love you too Hun." He laid back down, watching ash and I walk out. I turned off the light, shutting the door behind us. Ash kept a hand on my back, walking into the bedroom. We laid on the bed, smiling. "I love you baby. Sleep well." He kissed my cheek, clicking off the light. "I love you more. Have a good night." We both fell asleep, while my mind dove under.

Brooke.
AJ.
Sasha.
Surge.
Cal.
Luke.
Mike.
Ash.
Eric.
All dead because of me.
Slender pats my back, chuckling. "I did not think you would do it. But you went through with it. I am proud Korosu."
The pile of corpses seem to be smiling.
"Thank you sir."
"Oh, one more thing." I turned back, looking at his empty face. "What might that be?"
"You're missing one."
She strained against my stomach, pulling me down.
I tried telling myself it was a dream.
But the pain was all too real.
I woke to Marilyn kicking me, pushing against me.
I sat up slowly, ash waking up.
"You okay babe?" I nodded, laying a hand on my stomach. "Perfectly."
"Are you sure? Last time you said that you ended up having him." I gazed down, biting my lip. "I'm fine ash. We're both gonna sleep, she is too, this isn't going to happen tonight." "Baby, are you sure?" I looked back towards him. "It's too early...it's a month away...it's too early." "Babies can be born early." I shook my head, laying back down. "Do I need to call Liz?" "It's fine...she's fine..." He kissed my cheek softly, staying awake.
I tried sleeping.
I really did.
But it just didn't work.
The pain persisted.
I didn't have a choice at this point.
I groaned softly, almost biting into my lip. Ash bolted upright, looking at me. "Now do I call her?"
We couldn't even do that.
She had better things to do than this in the middle of the night, like fucking sleep. I shook my head, breathing heavily. "I've got a better idea than calling li-" I stopped mid-sentence, wincing. He put a hand on my back, helping me up. I already had shorts and a shirt on, throwing on shoes. Ash grabbed his keys, running a hand through his hair.
We didn't have a choice whether or not we did this.
She was coming now.
~Ashton~
Holy shit.
One month away and Marilyn was still coming.
I didn't know what the hell she was planning, but it better work.
I helped her downstairs, not bothering to get the guys up. My mind was buzzing as I helped her into the car. "You remember h-how to get to surges r-right?" I nodded, starting the car.
Normally this wouldn't be a big issue.
But she was early.
And didn't have a heartbeat.
Putting those two things together wasn't usually a good thing.
I tried keeping her calm as we drove, quickly might I add. She smiled a bit, biting her lip. I held her hand, setting it on her stomach. "Almost there baby. It's alright. I promise." She shook her head, eyes closed. "Don't make fake promises in these s-situations ash."
She was is so much pain, I just wished I could have done something to help. I turned onto the road leading into the woods, glancing at her for a split second. She was leaning against the dash, blood running down her lip. I rubbed her back with one hand, speaking softly. "Hang in there baby, we're almost there." She nodded, wincing under my touch. I pulled my hand back, pulling up in front of surges house.
All the windows were boarded up, except for two. The door looked like it had been broken off its hinges twenty times, the rest of the house just giving off the sense that nobody would dare live there.
I parked the car, helping her out. She wasn't even able to say she was capable of getting out by herself, because she clearly wasn't.
My fingers were laced with hers, my other hand around her waist. She squeezed my hand, following me up to the door. She knocked quickly, speaking sternly. "You better open this damn door surge, please." She fell back onto my shoulder, blood trailing down her jaw. I wiped it away slowly, kissing her cheek. "Almost there baby. It's okay."
Surge opened the door, stepping out of the way. "Thought it was you. Just your luck. Get in the lab now."
I led her back into the room which I assumed was the lab, and I was somehow right. Surge followed as I was getting her on the table.
She gripped my hand, breathing heavily. I kissed her forehead softly, whispering. "I love you baby. It'll be okay."
Her hair was messy, trailing behind her on the table. Her lip was busted, skin glitching, eyes dull, breathing heavily.
She was a wreck.
And I had no idea why.
When Eric was born, she wasn't in this much pain from what I could tell.
Something was wrong.
Very very wrong.