"Everyone we love is dead Frank. They're gone and ain't ever coming back right?"
He shakes his head with clenched teeth, looking away in attempt of un-interest to the point I was making.
"Right Frank?" I raise my voice, my tone sounding harsh whil...
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"Alexa, what did you do?"
I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I just couldn't face the disappointment in his eyes. "This isn't about them, it's me you want." My enveloped hands around the gun shake, lowering my aim and dropping it.
"Let them go." The weakness in my voice distracts my brave face, facing the two most important people in my world with guns to their heads. The bottom of my lip quivers, the harsh reality of having no way to defend my boy crippling me. "Let him go!"
"Alexa, run!"
I let a shaky breath out, my head shaking, finally catching glimpse of my husband. "I won't leave you Ty."
A barrel of a gun presses onto his forehead, his tiny hand engulfed by his fathers, his innocent eyes looking into mine one last time.
"I love you Aiden."
***
My eyes flutter open as I immediately try to sit up. A pounding headache greets me and an intense shocking pain from my arm rattles me, causing me to let a groan of pain out.
"Hey, hey, hey." Frank appears as if from nowhere, gently pushing me back down. "You gotta rest."
I save attempts to resist, staying focused on his face above me, but a snap of realization hits me. "Gunner." I look away, furrowing my eyebrows and sitting back up, shoving Franks arms away from me. "Did-did you-" I stutter, trying to fight his resistance and stand. "We have to-"
"Alexa, Gunners dead. David took care of it, he'll be buried alright." He moves his head around to be level with mine, holding onto my shoulder. "Lay down." I stay still in his grip, laying back down slowly looking from Franks eyes up to the ceiling as he stands and turns, picking up a blanket, throwing it over me. "Get some rest."
***
"This family's full of snitches and traitors! If she didn't narc on me today, she'll do it tomorrow! That's like what we do here!"
The loud but young voice invades my sleep, snapping me from my rare dreamless slumber. I groan, throwing my arm over my face and wincing instantly, the intense sore pain from my wound rippling through me, waking me even further up. "Shit." I rub my face, shivers running up my spine with my body covered only by a sports bra and leggings. "David?" Slowly rising to my feet, a yawn leaves my mouth as I step barefooted across the cold cement.
"Alexa." He turns, his sorrowful face lighting up slightly at my presence. "You should be resting." The relief to see me quickly turns into concern, his eyes flickering to my blood stained bandages.
