Promise

Its All My Fault (part 2)

Sev's POV

The gun flew out of my hand right as a bullet made contact with it.

NO! A voice screamed inside my head. Want to know how loud it felt? Sure, I'll tell you.

Imagine hearing the sound of shattering glass, multiply it by a hundred times. That was what I had heard.

I screamed, clutching my head, falling to the ground, backing away from the five people in front of me. Covering my ears as the voices got louder.

Not voice this time, it was voices.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I screamed once more. A sob escaped my lips as images of the girls being dragged out one by one flashed through my mine, it was as if someone had used a knife and carved it there.

Jen, Delilah, Giara, Chloe, Lauren, Melisa, Rachel, Sylvan, Evelyn, Belle, Fiona, Ophelia, Isla, Nova, Shae, Klara, Mia.

Those names were something I would never forget. It was seared into my mind. It used to be my salvation, the only thing in the world keeping me sane back there in that room, but now.... but now it was just a nightmare that plagued me, each and every day, suffocating me to the brink of death, of exhaustion.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to make all the images go away.

It didn't.

I felt arms engulf me in a hug and I cried. I cried my heart out for the lost of the seventeen girls who never even had a grave to call their own, for the misery I felt all these years, for the pain I felt when I brought the dagger down to her chest.

The day I became a Monster.

The tent door closed, meaning that I was left alone with my brother in the tent.

I pulled away from him and wiped my tears away, him sitting beside me looking with eyes wide then.

"What got into you?" Was his first words.

Silence.

"You know when I first heard of the name Seventeen," he started, "I thought that it was quite amusing, a girl rising to power in the underworld because of the kills she made. I passed down an order for you to be caught you know? Even put a price on your head?"

I nodded my head, barely noticeable if he hadn't been watching me, but he was.

"You know what happened the first time I saw your calling card with a drawing of a gun that looked like someone drew it themselves when my men brought back the dead body of the person that I ordered to catch you? I though, hey, that design looks familiar." He said chuckling to himself, "Then I took the card and compared it to the one you drew when you sneaked into Ethan's dad's firearms storage. It just looked so familiar that I actually kept it." He took something out of his pocket.

I looked at the calling card he was holding in his hand, the one that I had designed specially for Dark Hurricanes. A rifle with the word 'Seventeen' in cursive right below it.

"I ordered the men to stop looking for you too, after I saw that drawing, however it seemed like you bore a grudge towards me though." He said chuckling, "everybody who I sent down to look for you died, even if they didn't actually catch you."

"That wasn't me." I muttered, voice hoarse from all the crying, "It was Nick."

"Nick?" He questioned in amusement, "don't tell me he was the one who killed a total of fifty men I sent after you from one of Dark Hurricanes smaller gangs and left a calling card with the drawings of a black rose with the word 'Seventeen' right below it."