FlAvor

Chapter 22

Flashbacks in Bold Italics

Four days.

Four days since he hasn't woken up from his coma.

Four days where I've become a shell of the person I use to be.

"Blaine! Nooo!" I cried out, tears falling down my face. I quickly grab his face, forcing him to stay away, but he wavering in and out of consciousness. "Blaine, stay with me baby. Please!"

His face gradually pales by the seconds. His breathing is so faint, and my heart is breaking in two all over again.

"Why!? Why would you do this!?" I screamed angrily at Byron, for once again, taking someone important away from me. Except the pain was ten times worse. "I got you, baby, just focus on me, okay?" I put my attention back on Blaine, paying that other son of a bitch no mind, not until he walked closer to us. The gun immediately drops out of his hand and hits the ground.

"Do you fucking dare come closer to us! You've done enough!"

"I-" He stopped. The fucker doesn't have have anything to say? That's new for him.

For the first time I've seen it, the man had the decency to look even slightly ashamed of himself. And was that blood on his hands? Oh God, who else did he try to kill?

Before I could get another word in, I see two guys tackle Byron down to the ground. He wrestled in their arms but he was no match for their size. One knocks him out cold with a punch swift to his face. He deserves so much more than that.

O'Brien ran in right after them, but froze when he saw us both in the state we were in. You don't know how much of a relief it was to see him. I would've hated being alone with Byron. I'm not sure what the man was capable of anymore.

"Fuck," he mumbled under his breathe as he runs his fingers through his hair. "The police should be here soon. Fuck!"

He bends down close to our level, looking down at his friend in sadness. He sighed in relief when he checked for a pulse on Blaine's wrist. My mind was so jumbled that I didn't even try doing that to make sure he was still breathing. Even then, there was no way he was leaving this earth. My heart wouldn't be able to take it if he did.

"His sister is going to hate me for this," he said, shutting his eyes tightly, as if the image of Blaine like this would go away. But this is our reality. And the image will be forever ingrained in our minds.

"No." I shook my head. "There was nothing you could do. You're here now, and that's all that matters." More tears slip out of my eyes as I stare down at him. The drops fall on his face, and I wipe them off, yet the tears kept streaming down. It's like a dam broke inside of me, and I didn't know how to stop it.

"Don't you die on me, Blaine. Don't you fucking die on me."

The police and the ambulance arrives right after. I hear the sirens in the distance. They should've calmed down my racing heart to know that help had arrived. It did the exact opposite. One of the guys holding Byron down goes to leave, while the other holds Byron in place. I don't feel sorry for him.

"Help is here, baby. You're okay," I whispered into his ear as I hold him to my chest. My eyes travel towards the blood on the ground. The queasiness that forms in my stomach at the sight doesn't help with me trying to be the strong one for him.