A Haunted Dream; BOS 6

To Save The Precious

Lillian Morgan
I ran and didn't stop.
I tried ringing Natashas cell.
I tried ringing my mothers cell.
Neither picked up so I rang Natashas home phone. No answer. Then I rang my mother's home number. No answer.
My heart raced in fear.
If Macy has hurt them then I'm gonna hunt her down and literally rip her apart.
Then I thought of Mary-Anne and I sped up. People called after me as I ran, asking if I was okay. I didn't stop. I needed to make sure my daughter was safe. Because if she isn't then I don't know how to put it.
He'll would freeze over and I would kill anyone in my way to get my revenge.
When I got to Natashas house I raced inside. The place had been turned upside down yet there was no sign of anyone being there.
Cursing I raced out onto the street again and towards the movie theater where the premiere for 'Fatal Revenge' was held. I banged on the roll up door and it slowly opens. "Lillian? What are you doing here?" A dark skinned female asks in shock. She had long hair pulled into a perfect bun and dark eyes framed with long, natural lashes.
"I need my car." I hissed. The woman quickly pulls a tarp off of an orange convertible ferrari.
She passes me the keys and I get it, swiftly starting the engine and driving out onto the street. I get straight onto the motorway and speed towards my mothers. My rage boiled rapidly as I grip onto the steering wheel.
I pull off the motorway and drive down the street swiftly. My mothers house cane into veiw. As soon as I saw the front t gates I slam on the brakes. Leaning against the guard building were three dead guards, bullet holes littering their bodies.
Climbing slowly out of the car I walk towards the gates and look down at the bodies. Laying sprinkled over the ground were different coloured freesia flowers. "Oh shit." I race up to the house but slow down at the sight of the busted open door.
My heart sank at the sight I was welcomed with. Laying scattered over the ground were the bodies of the people assigned to keep us safe. The people torturing who worked with and we're trained by my father. As I was slowly steppe over bodies I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye.
Quickly I turn to see my mother on the ground. Hurrying over I drop by her side. "Mum? Are you okay?" I ask quickly as I help her into a sitting position and look her over. Blood was seeping from a wound on her side and a gash on her head.
"Oh Lillian. I'm so glad your okay. It was Macy. She attacked us 10 maybe 15 minutes ago. I don't know quite what happened. They knocked me down and I must have lost consciousness when I fell. The ambulance and police are on their way." She croaks.
"This is all my fault. I should have killed her when I had the chance." I sob as I look at my injured mother.
She pats my cheek with a soft yet also pained smile. "It's not your fault deary." She says kindly.
"What about Natasha? Was she here?" I asked quickly, remembering that it was Natasha who alerted me.
"When the first bullets were heard she raced upstairs. I presume to Mary-Annes room." Mother replies and she winces slightly.
"Will you be okay here?" I asked in concern. She nods and I quickly bound up the stairs, dodging the dead bodies.
The door to Mary-Annes room was broken and my heart raced as I edged closer. When I stepped around to stand in the doorway I screamed. My knees gave out and I started to sob loudly. My body hole body shook uncontrollably.
Laying by Mary-Annes bed, her eyes wide and body mangled from too many bullets was Natasha. In her hand was her phone. As I look at her I start to realize she was trying to protect my daughter. But she'd only lived log enough to send me the SOS. When I look blurrily about the room I saw no more bodies. My crying stopped as the sudden realization hit me. Macy has kidnapped my daughter to get revenge on me.
Wiping away tears my body filled with rage, pain and sadness. Crawling over to my best friends body I closed her eyes and stroked her hair like she'd done for me every time I was sad or in need if a friend. "I'm so sorry Natasha. I never wanted you to get hurt. I wanted you to live and stay safe. But now you're gone. I did this to you. It's because of me your like this. I should have lured Macy away long ago. Then she never would have been able to hurt you." I whisper quietly.
In the distance gaining closer were sirens of the police and the ambulance.
"I promise you Natasha. I'll avenge you. I'll save my daughter and kill Macy for killing you. She won't get away with this." I murmur before standing and walking from the room and slowly downstairs where I sat down with my mother and allowed myself to cry.
She held me close as best she could and offered me soothing words. Macy has hurt my mother, killed my best friend who I thought of as a sister and kidnapped my daughter.
She will never get away with this.
The more I think about it the more I realize something.
If I'm gonna take down Macy then I'll need help. Help from people with skills. More skills than Macy and the people who did this. Whoever did this has some serious skills and the only people who I can think off who could possible have the skills to beat them are the people I bang ked away from.
The 8 Riches and their wives.
But who I need most is Alex.
The more I run it through my head the more I know what I need to do but also the more pain I will cause myself. I need to tell Alex the truth. He needs to know. But even then he might not help me.
I need his help along with the others. I'll need all the help I can get so all a I can do is try and pray that it'll work. Pray that he'll help me to save precious Mary-Anne.