One Shots

Her

Someone tell me. What's worse? Watching your parents being tortured to death? Or having the love of your life die right in your arms?

Hmm? Which is worse?

She had cancer. Sophia Marie Jackson. If this were a werewolf book. I could say she's my mate. But it's not. This is real.

Whether I like it or not.

"Sir?" The doctor called after me, "Don't get too attached."

Today, I went with Sophia to the doctors. According to her mother she had to get butt stuff. So I didn't stay with her. As much as I love her. As much as I want to see these things, I'd rather not right now.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"May I ask your name?"

"Trent. Trent Busher."

"Who are you to her?"

"I don't think I'm anything more than a friend." I looked at her, "But I want to be so much more."

"Don't." He said to me, "I don't think she'll last more than 2 more years."

"What do you mean?" I ask. My face hardening even more as he spoke.

I don't know whether I was mad at Sophia for not telling me. Or mad at the doctor for telling me to stay away.

That's what I decided to do. To stay away. Biggest mistake of my fucking life.

How was I supposed to know she might get raped if Steven wasn't there in time? If he didn't see her down the alleyway.

"Dude do you hear that?" He asked me.

We just came from the gym. I needed an escape. Something to cool me off not piss me off even more. If I went into the ring with someone, I would end with tens of guys in the hospital. Then I would feel guilty yata yata yata. So instead of people I chose punching bags.

I heard a faint whimper coming down the alleyway next to us.

"Come on man. I don't want to get my hands bloody today. Not anymore than they already are. It's probably just a stupid couple having sex in a bad place."

"I'm checking it out." Steven said.

He walked toward the alleyway I heard a voice, "Shut your mouth!" Then a slap.

Shit he was right!

"Get the fuck off of her!" I heard Steven say. A few punches were thrown followed by a loud thud.

I slowly walked towards the alleyway in case Steven lost.

"Sophia?" He said. Sophia? "Come on stay with me!"

I ran into the dark area, she was laying in his arms. Face pale. Limbs limp. No no no no no.

"Sophia!!!" I screamed. I ripped her out of his arms and felt her pulse. "No, no, no, no!"

Her pulse was irregularly slow. I stood up and ran to the hospital. If I drove there it would go slower.

Please, Sophia. Don't make me write a song.