"we're all killers. we've all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we've all got blood on our hands, something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."
saige used to think the worst thing that could happen was the football captain not liking...
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Saige's POV
I picked up the gun that laid on the floor next to a dead body. Asher turned to me, his blue eyes dark with fear. I raised the gun as I turned around the corner.
People were running past me, gunshots still ringing out. Once Asher and I arrived in the square, my arm fell by my side as I took in the scene around me.
Men ran around, shooting people. Our people. Asher grabbed my arm tightly as we watched. I started shooting at the people I knew weren't ours. The killers.
"Hide." I said to Asher, grabbing Harry's knife from my dress.
Z's had made their way in somehow. I killed a few of those before shooting at the intruders. I swayed slightly, regretting all the alcohol I had drank.
I could hear James yelling, his men shooting. One man stood in front of me, his blue eyes filled with hatred as he looked at me. I aimed my gun at him, the two of us in a standoff.
He didn't want to kill me. I could see it in his eyes. I didn't want to kill him. I dropped my gun to my side. "Go on, then. Do it if you're going to do it."
He stared at me, shock written on his face as he slowly lowered his gun.
"Hey!" The blonde boy in front of me whipped around to look at who was calling.
The breath was knocked out of me at the sight of him. There was no way. Absolutely impossible.
"Harry." I breathed, my feet glued to the ground. I couldn't move.
His eyes fell on me before breaking into a run. I started to move my feet towards him when someone wrapped an arm around me, pulling me back.
A gunshot echoed, my eye ringing. A bullet hit the young, blonde boy, causing Harry to stop in his tracks and help him. He looked up at me, starting to move the blonde boy as I struggled against the arms pulling me.
Harry stood, starting towards me when the blonde boy stopped him. He said something to Harry, making his eyes soften, looking back up to me.
He took one last look at me, his eyes telling me he'd be back. I believed him. As much as I didn't want him to leave, I knew he would come back. I trusted him.
I turned around, James' hand wrapped around my arm. I pulled away and pushed him harshly. "What the hell?"
"You almost got yourself killed, that boy was going to kill you!"
"No, he wasn't," I screamed at him. "Do you know what you did? What you took from me? He was here-"
He took a step forward, his hand wrapping around my throat. "You need to get over that boy, Saige, he is dead. You need to grow the hell up and get over your stupid teenage emotions. We don't get to be weak. Loving that boy made you weak. Love makes you weak."
"No," I said, pushing him away, gripping his shirt tightly. "You're wrong. Love does not make you weak, love makes you stronger. It gives you something to fight for."
He seemed stunned at my defense, stunned that I was fighting back. I let go of his shirt, shoving him away. "You're a fucking asshole, James, people like you deserve to die."
I ignored all the bodies that lay around me as I searched for Asher. I spotted him by the gates, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. I hugged him tightly to me, my lips pressed close to his ear. "Harry's alive, we need to get out of here."
He pulled back and looked at me. "What?"
"I don't have time to explain," I said quietly. "He's going to come back and we're leaving."
Asher started to shake his head. "I didn't see him, Saige, he wasn't here."
"Yes, he was," I said to him. "I swear, I saw him."
"I can't leave Andrew."
"Oh, Asher, we don't have time for this." I rolled my eyes.
"You love Harry, I love Andrew." He said, leaving me.
Had I really seen Harry? Was it really him?
It just didn't seem real. I had finally convinced myself that he was gone, that I could finally move past his death. And then he shows up alive and well.
