Chapter 22

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(A/N): I'm just going to hide now...yeah. Listen to the song whenever. I just think it goes with it.
Short 'n sad.

Garroth's POV-
I curled up next to Laurence. I couldn't bring myself to sleep alone. I was too scared. So Laurence cuddled with me to help.
He hugged my closer to him, kissing my forehead. He means the world to me.
My phone buzzed, but I didn't feel like picking it up. Wait..Garte's in town! It might be important! I picked it up. It was Zane. Oh Irene no. I called again but no one answered. Zane, please be OK...
The door to the house slammed open and Laurence bolted up on the bed. "What the...?"
The door to our room screeched open and who stood there but him. Garte.
His right eye was twitching, his body was shaking, and his knuckles where white from gripping his knife so tight. He must have really lost it. Wait, knife?!
"So, you're the fag that turned my boy into a monster. He said, pointing at Laurence.
"Sir, I-"
"Shaddup, fag! I don't wanna hear ya! Heck, I don't wanna hear ya breathing!" He screamed before he thew the knife. It was aimed at Laurence. It spiraled in slow motion through the air, it would without a doubt connect with it's target.
It hit me instead.
My body acted on pure instinct when I took the knife for him, but I knew it was what I would've done anyways. Immense pain spread around my stomach as I fell. Garte was screaming, Laurence was screaming. The police came in. They screamed to. Travis came, he screamed too. Mummy and Zane even appeared. What did they do? Scream. The world was all blurry to me, I couldn't make out their words. I felt someone squeeze my hand. Their tears fell onto my face. I could see well enough to know it was Laurence.
"Don't leave me!" He pleaded as I was loaded into a stretcher. "Laurence...I'll try. But sometimes...I don't have a choice." I remember muttering that before I lost sight of his beautiful face and it was replaced with an unending blackness.

(A/N): DON'T KILL ME PLEASE *hides as people through tomatoes*

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