Alijah's POV
He's gone! He's just...In an instant, my breath caught in my throat. My thoughts rushes a hundred miles an hour, I was crying extremely hard, Brayden's arms around me, reassuring I was going to get past this. But I didn't think I would.
"He's dead isn't he!?" my head began to go fuzzy and I was confused. I was lost, he was a brother to me, how am I meant to keep living without him. I held his hand to my heart and felt my world fall apart.
"Alijah! look at me..." I turned slowly.
"You're going to be okay, its okay, I'm right here" I was glad one of us had composure or everything would just crumble. I ran my fingers over his wrist and recoiled at the feeling of the cut, getting blood on my hands.
"We can still save him....Can't we?"
"Alijah, he's...He's...Gone, he wont be coming back"
"WE can save him" I screamed, beating at his chest repeatedly. He just pulled me closer to him, running his fingers through my hair.
"Shh, shhh" he kissed the top of my head as I cried into his chest, my vision blurring with the tears. I refused to speak, and the tears slowly stopped falling. And here I sat, Brayden holding me, and staring at a lifeless body, that was Lachlan's and still, I refused to believe it, that he was dead. I turned my head and hid it in his chest so I wasn't seeing everything else, he placed his hand behind my head and seemed to afraid to let go. I closed my eyes, suddenly exhausted, and heard three words before I dozed off.
"I got you" then everything went black as I fell asleep.
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FantastikTHE FIRST BOOK WAS MISSING PARTS. And just for pre warning, there is a lot of swearing and offensive language in this story, as well as a few inappropriate scenes and self harm moments. And there will be moments of possible highly sexual content an...
