Death Trap

Eleven

Saffron

The tension in the room became greater. I could see Jared clench and unclench his jaw. His hands balled up into fists. I wasn’t in the mood for their testosterone bullcrap. They’d better not start anything. Jared glared at Brady.

“Tell her,” Jared rounded on Brady. “Tell her who he is. Go on, so that I can watch her tear you to shreds.”

Brady’s body shook with fear knowing that Jared could take him out with one swing.

“You’re done here. I want you out, now!” Brady bellowed.

What on earth were they talking about?

“Hey Saph you know that guy Samuel Meyers?”

“This is your last chance,” Brady warned.

“Well it turns out that he’s-.”

Brady’s hand went into his jacket to pull out a gun he raised it towards him. “I swear to god Jared I will pump led through your guts if you don’t shut up.”

“Go on then Collins. I dare you. Hell is better than rotting on this dammed earth with you.”

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Jay tell me.”

“You tell her anything and I swear I will kill you.”

Jared ignored him. “He’s your brother. Samuel Meyers is Jack Bridges,” he blurted. “He changed his name because Vanessa Scott and Robert Carson were hunting him down. He didn’t try and contact you because they knew who you were. After you’d killed him they were going to get rid of you. They knew you would do it. Everyone did.”

The room froze.

Oh my God…

Then everything happened so fast.

Brady pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Jared’s arm. The impact of the bullet made him stagger back clutching his arm and he fell backwards.

I screamed. I didn’t think I would ever do that again.

Ever.

I dropped to my knees. My hands fluttered around Jared’s face. I could see he was still breathing.

“What the hell is the matter with you,” I screeched at Brady, unable to control my disgust and hatred. I was going to kill him. He cocked his gun at me.

“Sorry Saffron. It just has to be this way.” He shrugged.

My breath caught in my throat. Was this karma?

Great.

I rose up on my feet.

“I dare you Brady. Do your worst,” I sneered.

His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t going to let us out alive. Huh, that’s what he thought. I swung a right hook to his temple. He grunted but stood his ground. He obviously didn’t want to get beaten by a girl again. I almost laughed at the memory. Almost. Focus Saffron. Keep your head in the game. We continued to fight but every time I floored him he got back up almost immediately. I hit him harder and harder but he lashed out even worse than I had. Was I going to lose? I couldn’t; I had to win this. I kicked him hard and he was on his back. I grabbed the gun from Brady’s hand. He was going to die. I was sure of that. I shot him twice in the leg. He cried out in agony.

“That’s for Jared and Kyle,” I hissed. I shot him in his left arm and sneered at him. “That was just for fun.”

I pulled the trigger again and his body didn’t move. I glared at his dead carcass. Good riddance. I bent down to Jared. His eyes were open slightly.

“Saph,” he breathed.

“Shhh,” I soothed. “I am going to call an ambulance. You’re going to be fine.”

I stood up. I saw a phone on a counter. I started to dial 999.

BANG!

What the hell was that?

Blood pooled by Brady’s head and a gun lay not too far from his hand. Jared was breathing hard. His gun was in his hand. Jared groaned and clutched his right arm.

Jared had killed Brady.

But how?

Brady was dead. Wasn’t he? But it didn’t matter. He was dead now.

“Saffron get out of here now,” he panted.

I ignored him. My hands shook as I dialled 999. I told them everything. When the ambulance arrived they called the police. They took me to a station. I asked to see Jared but they wouldn’t let me. They said he needed time to heal and that the bullet had gone pretty deep. I felt so much gratitude towards Jared. He had saved my life. Was he right about Samuel Meyers being my brother? Was he really Jack? I would never know the truth until I saw Jared. If I saw him at all. But if it wasn’t true then why did Brady shoot him?

So it must've been true. It had to be.

Yet he’s closer than you think… I had murdered my own brother.