The Lights (A Rocky Lynch Story)

Chapter 19

I ran, I ran until my lungs were burning I ran until my legs were lead. I didn't stop, one more block to go I kept telling myself. I stopped outside the house, the door was broken in. I ran in, "Rocky!" "Riker!" "Rydel!" I called out. I ran into the kitchen, there was blood on the counter and splattered on the wall. I saw a hand from the side of the island, I slowly went around. It was Ell. I dropped to my knees, there was a large pool of blood by his leg. "Ell," I said my voice barley a whisper, "Ell please don't be dead."

He groaned, tears theartened to spill over my eyes. "This is all my fault if only I had drowned all those months ago this wouldn't have happened."

"Ra...Rayne?" Ell's voice was hoarse but he was alive.

"Y-yes it's me."

"They took them....Rocky..... Rydel....... Ross......Your dad..... big guys....." Ell muttered the words in between breathes. I called 911, were are the others? I went into the living room, it looked like a big fight had gone down. Furniture was over turned, blood was everywhere it looked like a horror movie scene. I checked the room over, nothing. Just blood. Blood, blood, blood. I was tired of that word. Tired of the pain and hurt of my life. I've hurt Rocky and his family. If putting Rocky in danger wasn't bad enough I put his family in danger too. I ran upstairs and did a sweep, still nothing. Where's Riker? Ell didn't say were he was. I had checked the downstairs and upstairs. That would leave...... the basement.

I slowly made my way to the basement stairs. What was I going to find down there? The dead bodies of my friends or a note saying they were being kidnapped and tortured. I crept down the stairs, I gasped. At the bottom of the steps Riker was laying in a heap, blood was pooled around his head.

"Riker!" I yelled running over to him. If Riker died Rocky would never get over it. I turned him over, blood mattered his blonde hair. His face was pale, I checked for a pulse. My heart stopped.

There wasn't one.

I quickly started down CPR, after about 5 minutes  I checked for a pulse. Still nothing, I began to cry as I pumped his chest to get his heart to beat. Rocky would never forgive me if his brother died.

"Riker, wake up. C'mon you're going to be alright you have to be for your brothers and sister for you parents and friends." I chocked out.

Two more minutes. Bump, Bump, bump...bump, bump, bump. It was faint but he was alive. I chocked out a sigh of relief. I heard sirens in the distance, I had to go. I had to fined Rocky. I got up and went over to my house. I washed my face, brushed my hair and got dressed in a fitting pair of blue jeans a long sleeved white shirt, my leather jacket and boots. I stuck a knife in it's holster on my thigh and another in my jacket pocket.

I was ready to kill.