The White Rose Killer

Chapter 25

It was Thanksgiving and it was time for the parade. There was a lot of people here from Wolf Crestlake. There were news reporters around and local musician in the parade. My family and I was in front of the parade getting ready to cut the ribbon to start it off. A reporter came up to me.

"Princess Gabriella this is your first time here at the Thanksgiving parade could you tell us your thoughts?" She asked.

"I'm just in awe of everything. Everyone did an amazing job with the floats and seeing this wonderful crowd, I'm just happy to be here." I told her.

"What about you Britney Hale?" She asked Britney since she was standing next to me.

"It seems like every year the parade gets bigger and better than ever." She said. I looked over to see Marcus Hale starring at me with intense brown eyes. I gave him a small smile even though I didn't want to and turned away from him. It was time to cut the ribbon. My grandfather was holding big scissors in his hand. We counted down then grandpa cut the ribbon and everyone cheered. We moved out the way so we could get into position. There were so many people around that I couldn't spot my friends. My family and I got into the car that we would be using in the parade. We went to take our spot and followed behind a float.

"Don't forget to wave Gabriella." My grandmother said. The car started to move quickly and once we hit the crowd I started to wave. I notice in the car behind us was uncle Jonathan and Rachael who were also waving. I have to say this is a very fun experience to be apart of. I just wish my uncle was here with us. I know aunt Ella wish that as well. I decided to turn the other way facing the driver side to wave at the crowd. As you can see the sitting arrangement went like this. The driver and a bodyguard up front, me and aunt Ella in the middle, then my grandparents in the back. I looked at grandfather when I saw a red dot on him. I was going to scream but aunt Ella saw it as well. It was like everything was moving in slow motion. My aunt stood up at the moment a gunshot was heard and she was hit. Blood went everywhere.

"Aunt Ella!" I screamed. The bodyguard in front of us told us to get down. I was laying over my aunt when another shot rung out. All I heard was screams and the car we were in sped off. I looked down to notice I had blood on my clothes from where aunt Ella was shot.

"Aunt Ella can you hear me?" I said. She didn't say anything or move. There was blood covering the seat. Please god don't let the bullet have hit an artery.

"Aunt Ella please wake up." I said. The car door opened and there were doctors and nurses rushing all around us. They carefully carried my aunt to a gurney and rushed her inside. They started to check me but I told them the blood wasn't mine. Everyone was moving all around me but I just sat there. How much more pain do I have to suffer. First my father, then grandmother, grandpa Lionel, mom, uncle Michael, and now aunt Ella. How many more people do I have to lose. This is no longer an obsession but power. I didn't notice until Rachael touched me that I was still sitting in the car.

"Come sweetie everyone is inside." She said to me. I turned and notice that grandpa and grandma wasn't in the car anymore. I got up slowly with Rachael still holding on to me and slowly walked into the hospital. Inside the doctors and nurses was running everywhere doing their jobs but when they saw me I could see the pity and sympathy in their eyes. Some had their mouth covered and others bowed in respect. I saw a nurse crying but she quickly turned away. I looked down at my myself to see that there was more blood than I thought it was. Soon we made it to the waiting room where uncle Jonathan and grandpa was talking in hush tones and grandma was sitting down. Rachael guided me to a chair next to grandmother and sat me down. She sat next to me. No sooner that we sat down my other grandparents came into the waiting room.

"Where is she?" Grandma Olivia said.

"They rushed her to the OR when we came here. No one said anything yet." Grandpa Maxwell said.