"Mooooooooooom!!!" Nic's desperate cries jolted Vincent awake. He expected her to be beside him, but the bed was empty.
"Noooooooo! Mommy!!!" Nic's cries grew louder. Vincent shakily grabbed his wheelchair, pushing it toward the door.
His blood rushed to his head, pounding painfully, as what greeted him froze him: his own nurse and a paramedic carrying a stretcher.
"Mooooooooom!!!" Nic ran toward them, but before she could reach the stretcher, Adrijan—face wet with tears, sleeves stained with thick blood—grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to his chest, holding her tightly.
"Mommmyyyyyy!!!" Nic wailed hysterically, reaching for the stretcher that now paused in front of Vincent.
"I'm very sorry... Mr. Walton," Robert said quietly, tears brimming in his eyes.
Vincent's trembling hand reached for the stretcher. A white blanket covered the body beneath, and he wished he didn't know what that meant.
His gaze flicked to Nic. Her grief-stricken face shattered him. He turned to the blanket again, swallowing the painful lump in his throat. He pulled it back slowly.
"Moooooom!!!" Nic screamed. Vincent's vision tunneled as his world spun to a halt. There she was. Gabrielle. Pale, lifeless, lying on the stretcher.
"No..." he whispered, collapsing to his knees beside her.
"B-Bella..." His hand trembled as he reached for her face, jolting at its coldness. He pushed the blanket off completely.
"Nooooooo!!!!" he screamed. A knife was embedded in her chest—right through her heart.
"Noooooooooo!!!! Bella!!!! Noooooooooo!!!" he cried, clutching her lifeless body for the first time, feeling the cold where warmth and heartbeat once had been.
He cupped the back of her neck, burying his face against her pale skin. He had dreamed of this closeness countless times, smelling her scent, feeling her warmth, but now it was only blood and coldness.
"Why!!!!!??!!" His face lifted to hers. He tapped her cheeks, desperate for any sign of life.
"Whhhhyyy???!!" His chin pressed against her forehead. His heart ached as if it were tearing apart.
"Whhhhyyy!!!" He lifted her from the stretcher, holding her close, ignoring Nic's cries beside him.
"Why did you do this, Bella!!!!" he yelled, shaking her shoulders in despair.
Nic clung to him, wrapping her small arms around Gabrielle's waist, sobbing silently as her body paled. Adrijan gently pried her away, handing her to Teresa.
"Take... her..." Vincent croaked, his wrists gripped by Adrijan, who pulled him back.
"Let me go!!!" Vincent snapped, trying to reach for his wife. He saw Nic in Teresa's arms, crying helplessly.
"Get Nic inside, Teresa!" Adrijan commanded.
The moment the door closed, Adrijan slammed Vincent to the blood-stained floor, kicking him in the knees.
"You're the one who should be dead!!!" he yelled, striking Vincent again. But the pain in his body paled compared to the agony in his heart.
"I could kill you!!! I would really kill you!!!" Adrijan shouted, gripping Vincent by the collar.
"Dadaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Nic cried, running to him. "Uncle Ade!!!! Nooooo!!! Nic onwy have dada now... Nic onwy have dada now!!!"
Vincent whispered through tears, "I'm so sorry..."
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Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED)
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