Problems (Sequel To Bad Blood)

The Wage of War

I sat on my bed in the apartment, Thomas was out with the others, trying to track down Nick and the others to find out what was happening. The baby was asleep in his nursery across the hall. I was so exhausted from the passed few days. I couldn't help but feel like I needed to call my parents... tell them about Dylan... I sighed, staring at my phone, clicking the most recent voicemail from my dad.
"Hey, sweetheart... it's your father. Anyways, I don't know what's going on with you and your brother, but you can't do this. Not again. Your mother is hysterical, she's going to go nuts. Just, please. Please, Caitlyn, call us back..." he sighed before hanging up. I felt a tear slip down my cheek.
Suddenly, I heard a soft sound on the baby monitor. It was a dull thud. Dylan started crying. I stood up and wiped my tears away, walking out towards my son's nursery. I opened the door and froze, seeing someone standing over his crib. It wasn't Thomas.
"Wow Cait," Nick said wickedly. "He's a cute one..."
"Get the hell away from my son!" I said angrily. He turned and looked at me, his face illuminated by the night night.
"Oh calm down, I'm not going to hurt a baby." He stepped forward and flipped the light on. "You look surprisingly well. You know, for just having a kid and all..." I pushed passed him and walked over to my son, picking him up to stop his crying. "What's his name? Don't tell me you went with something super cliché like your brother's name..."
"My brother who you had killed? That one?"
"Oh don't be so bitter... I didn't order Will to murder your brother. Now your boyfriend..." I shook my head and looked down at my baby.
"Stop trying to ruin my life..." I whispered. "Stop ruining our lives."
"Ruining? I'm improving your life..." I rolled my eyes and slowly put Dylan in the crib, not turning back to face Nick. "Just helping you get rid of the dead weight in your life. That's all. My deal still stands. You can come work with us. Live a peaceful life."
"You took all hope of a peaceful life away..." I whispered, before doing somethinh I never thought possible. I quickly reached over and grabbed the gun Thomas had hidden on the dresser and turned, not aiming, but shooting Nick, right in the leg. He fell to the ground, clutching his leg, a look of shock on his face. Before I could shoot again, he kicked out with his good leg, knocking me over. I hit my head on the corner of the crib before hitting the floor, everything fading into darkness.
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"Cait..." a muffled voice said. Everything was so bright and white. "Cait, you need to wake up right now." I knew that voice... it was Dylan. "Caitlyn O'Brien, get your little ass up! Now! If you don't you're both going to die!" Suddenly there was a strong sent of smoke. "Caitlyn!" I jumped awake, hearing my son crying there was smoke pouring in from under the doorway and it was hard to breath. I jumped up and grabbed Dylan, throwing a blanket over him to protect him from the smoke and flames. I ran out of the room and was instantly hit by a wave of smoke. I ran out of the apartment and wanted to head downstairs, but there were flames spouting up, blocking the way. So I ran up and went straight to my brothers apartment. I grabbed the key he hid at the top of the trimming of the door and ran inside. I grabbed a blanket iff his couch and dropped it infront of the crack under the door to dtop the smoke. The baby was crying and coughing.
"It's okay, baby.. we're getting out of here," I promised, running back to the bedroom. I closed the door snd opened the window, looking down. I could see a crowd of people gathering around on the ground, looking up. There were firemen running into the building. "Hey!" I shouted. "Help!" I started coughing viciously. It was almost impossible to breathe. "Help... please..." I sat on the floor, coughing. I held Dylan close to me, still trying to protect him. I looked over and saw a picture hanging on the wall. It was a picture of my sister Julia, and Dylan and I. Maybe I was going to be with them again soon... I felt my lungs running out of air. "It's okay, Dylan... it's okay..." everything started going dark again. Before it all slipped away, I felt myself being lifted up and Dylan was pulled away from me. I couldn't even argue because everything slipped away.