The Kids In Gold

Baby... What the F*#!

"So... how did you know I was home?" I ask, slowly shutting the door behind Baby. Baby sits on the couch and looks at me, her hands in the pockets of her jean shorts.

"I didn't.. I just hoped. Ever since you left the hospital I've been coming over. Knocking, praying you'd answer. And today... you did. When I needed you.." she replies, looking down at her lap.

"Needed me? You don't need me" I take a sit on the couch but at the opposite end.

Baby continues to look down at her lap, not looking away. "I do.." she mumbles. "I.. fucked up.."

"What? What are you talking about?"

She looks up at me, tears streaming from her face. She let's out endless weeps as I look at her. "I fucked up, so bad" she removes her hands from her pockets and they're red. Covered in dried blood.

I look at her hands and my body shakes. "What.. what happened?" I barely manage to muster out.

Baby's POV (Hour Earlier)

I miss her, so fucking much. I was no help.. Literally zero. It eats me alive each time I think about it. And I'm always thinking about it. I failed her. She put her body and life at risk.. for me. And I did nothing.

Sick.

I haven't eaten. Barely slept.

My watch shows 4 o'clock. Time to go see if she's home. I put my hoodie and shoes on and grab the keys to my mothers car and head out.

I don't know why I keep trying. She's made it very clear she wants nothing to do with me.. Can I blame her? I actually know why I keep trying.. I love her. Is it stupid of me to think she feels the same? After all, she did risk herself for my safety.

I stare at myself in the rear view mirror and calm myself. I pull out of my driveway and drive to her neighborhood.

The roads are clear so I get there quicker than usual. As I pull into the neighborhood, I spot Akira walking into his home with a bag in hand. I grip onto the steering wheel and slow down, hoping he doesn't spot me. He makes it inside and shuts the door behind him.

My eyes start to burn and turn red. My cheeks get hot and my arms start to shake. I pull up right in front of his house and sit there. Watching the light from his room upstairs turn off. I open the glove compartment and pull out my mothers taser and pocket knife, sticking them in the pocket of my hoodie.

My mind is screaming. I can't think. The only thing that is crossing my mind is to defend her.. in some way.

I clinch my eyes tightly and open the back before stepping out of the car and walking up to the door. I look at the handle and stand there. I reach and turn the knob slowly.

It's unlocked.

I quietly close the door behind me and walk up the stairway. It seems so long. So far.. so many steps. My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach as I reach his bedroom door.

As I reach for the knob, I hear the door across from me unlock and my head snaps to look in that direction.

Davien...

I bolt in the bathroom and shut the door, not completely but closed enough. I hear him talking on the phone and then the voices stop. His footsteps are closing in as he reaches the bathroom. My heart stop..

The door opens and without a thought coming into my mind, I tase him on his neck and he falls to the floor. I use the sleeve of my hoodie to cover his mouth muffling his shout and tase him again and again and again. His body is shaking endlessly and I pull out the pocket knife, a few tears stream down my face as I close my eyes and press it into his side. I look down to see his eyes widened. His body stops moving... I stab him again, this time in the chest.