Saving Mr. Davenport ✗ Bree Davenport

Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

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I felt my heart fall out of my chest as I watched the scene before me. I felt the tears rise to my eyes as I scrambled over to his side. No. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be okay. He was supposed to live. I was going to die. That's just how it was. Marcus was supposed to shoot me. I was meant to be dead as of right now. But instead, Chase was lying on the floor, crying out in pain as he held his arm, trying to stop the bleeding. I stopped as I lifted his head to rest on my lap. I held his face in my hands as I watched him grow slightly more tired by the second as the blood left his body.

"Chase." I whispered through my own cries. He closed his eyes slightly at the sound of my name.

"I couldn't... I couldn't let him-"

"No, shhh," I whispered as I ran my fingers over his cheek, "You're going to be okay." I let my eyes slip away from his sight as I looked to Davenport. He had to do something.

"Bree, use your speed to get us to the hospital." Davenport ordered as he walked over to me. I nodded as I grabbed Chase's hand tightly. He smiled slightly up at me as Davenport picked up his youngest son. Chase laid limply in his arms as I grabbed onto Davenport and sped us over to the hospital. Davenport raced inside as I stayed just outside of the emergency entrance. Davenport noticed my absence and turned to face me.

"Are you coming?" He yelled as he held Chase tightly in his arms. I shook my head.

"I have one last thing to take care of." I answered before racing away. I know that Davenport would be able to figure out just what I was planning when I said that. It was almost too obvious. I had someone to take care of, though. He couldn't walk free after this. He needed his own justice, just as he had told me I did, before he shot my boyfriend.

I ran back to the warehouse to see Marcus crying over top of Douglas' body. He held his "father's" limp hand in his as he called and called, wanting him to answer.

"Dad.. Dad! Come on wake up!" Marcus cried, so loud he missed the fact that I had now entered the building once more. Marcus let his head fall to his father's now cold chest, listening for a pulse. I took a deep breath as I walked quietly forward, leaning down to pick up the gun as I came across it. I had no idea how I was going to be able to kill a person. But Marcus deserved all he was about to get. I couldn't let him walk away after this. He and Douglas had been planning to kill us this whole time, anyway. While I had only been planning this since the moment I saw Chase lying on the floor with blood spilling out of his arm.

I advanced quietly towards my cousin as I held the gun just far enough for it not to be a danger to myself. No one had ever taught me to use one. But I would like to think that when I was in the moment, I would figure it out. I took in short, deep breaths as I stopped just three feet from him. He had broken down to a babyish version of himself. What was usually the strong, confident boy, was now a tear ridden son who was calling to his father. His father that would never be able to reply to his cries. His father that was dead because my father had killed him before he could kill him the first place. I swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in my throat as I began to shake slightly. I had never wanted to do this, kill someone. But it had to be done.

Marcus had shot Chase. That's all I had to tell myself.

Marcus turned slightly as he noticed my presence at his side. His eyes went from teary to wide as he recognized the gun in my hands.