Snatched (August Alsina)

Chapter 6: Danielle's Worst Nightmare

I hastily busted the front door to my house, August running closely behind. Tears spilled from my eyes and rapid adrenaline ran  through me, bringing repeating pulses of panic, fear, and shock all in one bundle.

There I saw Trevor in the living room area, kneeling down on the blood-stained carpet and holding Carmen's lifeless body.

"Oh my god!" I shrieked in horror,  clasping my hands over my mouth and sitting down directly in front of him. The sight I was seeing was my worst nightmare, and I'd never forget how fast my heart beat and the pain that struck my heart at that very moment.

What I saw before me was an ensemble of terrifying, depressing, and traumatizing. Danielle's once beautiful face looked completely different and contained a crooked, broken nose of which dried up blood had run out, softball sized bruises on her cheeks and forhead, scratches, and bumps. Both her eyes were closed and one of them was completely blackened.

It wasn't only her face that looked this way - it was her head and her enitre body.

I frantically checked for a pulse, desperate to get even the tiniest sign of life. Nothing.

"No!" I'd drawn out screamed at the top of my lungs, leaning over with my face in the ground and my arms covering my head. I mentioned before that I never cry, especially not in front of people, but this was such an exeption, and I found myself wailing so loud and hard that my lungs ached and my voice became hoarse through the sobbing.

August's POV

The scene before me was absolutely heart breaking and discomforting, not to mention disturbing. I didn't necessarily cry - I have feelings made of steel and I also wasn't close enough to the girl to - but I still felt terribly sorry for Danielle, even though I had to only build up a relationship with her to kill her. This situation made me dread the mission even more and want to spare her more than everything.

"I came here only to see her on the ground like this" I heard Trevor say above Danielle's crying. "I couldn't come earlier and prevented this."

My eyes studied Danielle's sister and I came to a quick conclusion that she had been beaten to death. "Jesus Christ" I mumbled quiet enough for only me to hear.

"Look at this fucking note" Trevor said to Danielle. She slowly rose up on her knees - tears still pouring down her flushed face and all - and took it from him with a trembling hand.

"It was in her hand when I found her here" He explained, more tears embracing his eyes and trickling down his face then down his vein-ridden neck.

"W-we t-told" Danielle stammered, having fallen apart so bad that it was hard for her to even read the thing. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her arm and continued to read out loud. "We told Danielle we'd-we'd make her pay i-i-i-if she quit us and we did. Hank."

Wait, Hank did this? I thought. She quit his drug dealing group?

"He and his guys must've mistaken her for me" Danielle said depressingly and angrily. "This wasn't supposed to h-ha-happen, it was supposed to-to be me!"

I slowly knelt down next to Danielle and began to hold her. She didn't hesitate to burry her head in my chest and proceed to her sobbing.

"It should've been me!" She a growled out.

"It's gonna be ok" I said softly, repeatedly smoothing my hand down her hair to help calm her. I didn't really know her that well, but I would comfort her if she even was a complete stranger. I knew how it felt to lose a loved one and it broke my heart that she had to go through it too. "I'm sorry for your loss. I know we don't really know each other, but I promise I'll get to know you better and help get you through this."

At that point I decided that I have to blow off the mission. I have to tell Javo about the incident with her sister and that Danielle's not even in the business anymore. I don't have the cruelty to still kill her, especially considering she's an innocent, friendly girl who doesn't deserve it whatsoever.

I went into the task not caring or having much mercy. But with this situation, I have much more heart.

For a long time I tightly held Danielle close to me in my arms and slowly rocked around, doing my best to comfort her and calm her even a little bit. Obviously she and her sister were really close, and I knew this was going to be hell for her.