Broken Pieces

Epilogue

Sasha POV

I watched as the mysterious guy carry Ava away in his arms. Her body went limp as he rushed her out of the house and sped away. Tyler and Veronica both looked at me curiously for an answer to what the fuck just happened but for once I didn't have an answer. I didn't know what to tell them but in my mind I knew that something had to be done. I couldn't keep this act up anymore.

I walked back to Daddy's side and watched him while he held onto his leg and arm. The blood was seeping through his Canali suit pants and blood was dripping from his Rolex onto the carpet. His face was scrunched up and I could read the pain on his face. I stood there and listened to him scream out in agony begging one of us to help him. I sure as hell wasn't about to help the man that stood here at my feet. Looking at him, I could tell that he wasn't the man that I fell in love with a long time ago.

Before Daddy was who he was, he was Ahmed, the love of my life. He had just come from Libya when we met in college. Everybody was racist towards him so he was kind of to himself for a long time. People acted like they were scared of him but I wasn't. When I looked at him I couldn't find anything to be scared of. I wanted to get to know him despite what people said about him. As time went on we became really close and I even introduced him to my friends showing them that he wasn't a threat and that he was harmless. I really started feeling him and the feeling was very mutual. He started to get me diamonds, expensive clothes and shoes and anything I wanted as long as I stayed with him. Time went on and he wanted to make a business and told me he needed my help. I wouldn't have agreed to do business with him if I thought my life would end up this way.

"Girls help me! I'm hurt!" he shouted out. Tyler and Veronica both went to run to his side but I held them back. I refused to let us help him when all he did was boss us around and abuse us in every way possible. I'm getting tired of every girl that comes through these doors, never making it out. It was time for a change and I saw an escape.

"You stupid bitches! I swear I will kill you if you don't help me!" he screamed sitting on the floor in pain.

I walked over to the edge of Ava's bed, sitting down for a moment. Her scent still remained on the linen and I could smell her in the air. Tears clouded my eyes and looking down on the floor I couldn't help but see the puddle of blood that she left us. One more girl that basically died by my hands. One more girl that I shouldn't have brought here.

Rage rose up in me the more I thought about Ava. She was my baby sister and it was my job to look out for her. I unplugged the lamp from the nightstand and I walked over to Ahmed taking my time to get to him. Before I knew it, I swung the lamp as hard as I could hitting him right in his temple and watched as his body fall limp to the side. Before I could hit him again Veronica and Tyler intervened.

"Sasha! What the fuck?! Did you kill him?!" Veronica asked me worried feeling for a pulse.

I threw the lamp down at his feet. I honestly don't know if I killed him or not and I didn't care. He deserves all the shit that he had coming to him and I didn't want to be around when it came. "Pack y'all things, cause we're leaving," I told them before walking out of the room.