Broken

*Chapter 37|Stone*

*edited*

•Asher's P.O.V

I was too late.

Zoe already had her down and bleeding, barely breathing.

Shawn lost the fucking keys and we had to run all the way there. I tried speaking to Caleb through the earpiece but he wasn't replying, by then I knew something was wrong. And I was right.

When I saw Zoe and Bianca I nearly fainted. She hit her head hard and continuously. Bianca was soaked in a mixture of blood and rain.

At that moment as the shock subsided, anger rose and I felt my blood run cold. I wanted to kill Zoe for what she did but seconds later I became too engrossed in the unconscious Bianca to care.

The ambulance got there in ten minutes but it was too long for me, every second that passed was risky. Even though the last thing we wanted was to get the police involved we couldn't help it.

Though Zoe tried reaching for me back at the cemetery, Blake was able to hold her stubborn self back.

I don't remember the last time I've felt as much fear as I did when her beautiful brown eyes were slowly curtained by her eyelids.

But that was a week ago.

Shawn and Clara are handling the police, the last thing we want is any stupid investigations.

The rest are putting everything back to place. Since the war had ended with both leaders dead we decided to do all we can to put the two gangs under temporary supervision of trustworthy people before I can take control.

I looked down at her beautiful face and took her small fragile hands in mine.

I want her back.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her, even in a comma she's beautiful. Why did it have to be now that it's all over and we can finally be together.

That's the ending right?

I should have gotten there faster.

I sighed and stood up feeling exhausted then walked out of the room. Bianca ended up having a really bad concussion which led into a mild coma. The doctor said she'll wake up soon.

I walked past the lobby and into the elevator. After pushing the first floor there was a ding and the doors closed.

When I got to the floor I walked out of the elevator and hospital, letting the sun rays soak my skin. It's been silent since the war.
Even though it seems as if it's all perfect Antonio is still on the loose.

That's dangerous.

He could want revenge for his dead mother and we all know how much he loved her.

I sighed as I hoped into my car, and drove out into the street. As I drove I couldn't help the one thought that came to my mind.

I started this.

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Two months later

•Bianca's P.O.V

Everything showed in flashes.

The marble tiles. The highly hung chandelier. The blood. The bullets. The cries.

The chaos.

When I glanced at the broken mirror pieces on the ground my four year old reflection glanced back at me. Dried tears strolling down her chubby cheeks and a brown bear clutched tightly in her hand.