Hunter's Possession

11| Tyler Hunter

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I wish I had a delete button in my life. To delete some people and some memories.
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I watched in horror as Gemma’s body was flung forward as if she was a rag doll. He body landed a few feet away from the car. The said car came to a halt with a screech, a man came out with his hands in his hair. I snapped out of the shock I was in and ran towards Gemma’s body. I fell to my  knees beside her and took her head up and placed it in my lap. Her face had so many scratches and blood on it that I could barely recognize her, blood was flowing from her head in large amounts unto my clothes but I ignored it. I shook Gemma, slapped her so many times that my hand stung. “Gemma baby wake up,” I said. I shook her again. “Wake up!” I felt for her pulse but I couldn’t find it. I  looked up and around me at the people that gathered around us. “Someone call an ambulance!” I yelled.

Jackie fell to her knees and started sobbing and screaming. She shook Gemma, she begged, pleaded but Gemma still laid motionless in my arms.

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My hands have found a home in my hair. I gripped my hair so tight that it hurt but that was the least of my concerns right now. There were so many people in the hall, from Jackie to Gemma’s best friends and the kids, Dylan was here too. Jackie had called her side of the family, a few of them were here but her parents have yet to arrive. Gemma’s best friend was sitting beside me staring off into space with tears rolling down her cheeks, she was absentmindedly rocking herself, her daughter and mine. My twin boys were trying to console her, I silently applauded them, they were so strong for their age, a small smile made it’s way on my face even though I was far from okay, they were truly my kids.

Jackie was bawling her eyes out on Dylan’s shoulder. Try as he did, he couldn’t get her to stop so he just rocked her in his arms, kissing her forehead every now and then. I haven’t said a word since I got in the ambulance with Gemma. The situation was slowly processing in my brain — Gemma got hit by a car…because of me. This was all my fault, everything was all my fault. If I hadn’t said those words to her then this wouldn’t have happened.

“Jackie! Oh Jackie!”

I looked towards the owner of the voice. Jacqueline, Gemma’s mother walked swiftly towards Jackie.

“Mom,” Jackie sobbed and pushed Dylan away and rushed into her mother's arms where she began bawling louder than she was before. “I saw everything mom! The…the…car…just…just—”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Jacqueline said. Her eyes searched the hall, pausing on me when she saw me. She narrowed her eyes at me before continuing her search. When her eyes landed on the four kids and Gemma’s best friend that she knew she had never seen before, she was shocked. Dylan took Jackie out of Jacqueline’s embrace. Jacqueline slowly walked up to Gemma’s best friend. The girl raised her eyes up to look at Jacqueline.

Clearly her throat she said, “You must be Gemma’s mother.” Her voice came out scratchy.

Jacqueline nodded. “And you are?”

“Sierra, Gemma’s best friend.”

Jacqueline looked at the two little girls in her lap. She immediately recognized that the dark brown girl was Sierra’s but she was once again shocked when she looked at the other little girl. Aixel was a slitting image of Gemma, even a blind man would see that Aixel was Gemma’s daughter. Jacqueline gasped.