Broken Boundaries|Larcel/Styles Triplets

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EDWARDS POV

I sat on the bed, looking at the plain white wall, my body numb, I couldn't even explain how I felt at the moment. She tore me apart and it hurt to hear her crying on the other side of the door, but she had it coming for her. She killed the people that meant the most to me accident or not, I wasn't going to forgive her.

I stood up, walking down to the kitchen, ignoring the fact that it was freezing in the house and I was cold. I set my cup on the counter,  grabbing the large glass bottle filled with the liquid that I hated, but I needed so badly at the moment.

I poured the alcohol into the small glass cup, sniffling before rubbing my red, tired eyes. I didn't sleep at all and I wasn't planning on sleeping. I picked up the cup, quickly downing it, before looking around the kitchen, every thing I saw reminded me of her. This was our flat, she helped me paint this kitchen.

I groaned and threw the cup across the room, it hitting the wall before shattering into a whole bunch of little pieces onto the hard wooden floor. I turned around and pushed every thing off the counter, listening to the items hit the ground and break.

"Its all your fucking fault!" I screamed walking into the livingroom, grabbing the pictures of me and Mary, throwing them on the ground, letting out an evil laugh.

"I hope you burn in hell." I smiled, running my fingers over Marys face in the most recent picture of us, before picking it up throwing it to the ground with the others, hearing the glass shatter in the dark wooden frame.

I walked over to the closet,  opening it, grabbing the bat we kept just in case of an emergency. I walked back over to the pictures and raised the bat high into the air before swinging it down onto the pile of pictures,  hearing more glass break. I kept hitting it over and over again, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I walked, more like stumbled up the stair hitting the pictures with the bat as I walked up the stairs. I ran into our room hitting pretty much anything I could with the bat, screaming like a mad man, before throwing the bat onto the ground, looking at the huge mess I just made.

No matter how many times I would beat Marys things with the bat, My feelings towards her would never go away.

I got on the bed, opening the drawer pulling out the small lighter. I then pulled out the stack of pictures, looking at them. The many pictures of me and Mary. I got up and walked back down stairs,  sitting down infront of the fire place.

I picked up the first picture of me and Mary kissing and shook my head, feeling more tears escape my eyes and messed with the lighter until a flame shot from it and I put it up to the picture watching as it soon caught on fire, burning right in my hand.

I threw the image in the fire place before grabbing another one lighting it watching it burn before throwing it into the fire place, doing it over and over again.

I threw the last picture in there,  starring at the flames that I created. I wiped the tears away frome my eyes, before reaching over grabbing the only picture that wasn't touch and held it to my body, crying silently.  "Im so sorry." I whispered,  before looking down at the image of Me, Leah, and Anna the day Anna was born.

I placed my hand on the picture,  grabbing the bottle of alcohol,  taking a large drink "I love you guys" I smiled and leaned back, against the couch as my eyes soon became to heavy to stay open.

SHELBYS POV

We walked into the hospital,  feeling the comfort of heat as soon as we walked in. The weather has been shit all week and its been really cold. I walked up to the front desk, signing in for my appointment at eight. Its eight in the morning and im at a hospital, I wasn't liking it.