The Love That Saved a Life

Chapter 19

Please don't do this...

UNKNOWN POV

"What do you mean she's not dead?" he shouts through the phone.

"I mean exactly that. She's in a coma, sir," I respond.

"You'd better make sure she dies, boy. Or I'll fuck you both you if that doesn't happen. Got it?" He says scarily.

"Yes, sir!" I say back to him right before he ends the call.

The truth is... I don't want to kill her. She hasn't done anything wrong. She hasn't done anything to me.

Well, okay, that's not true. She has.

She put her mother - our mother and bosses wife - through one hell of a time when she was born.

She stole the attention that was supposed to be mine.

She doesn't even know I exist.

Its so sickening to call her my sister.

She's a bitch.

And this bitch will die.

KELSY'S POV

I can't seem to wake up, but I'm not dead.

Something inside me is telling me to chose.

Life?

Or death?

TAMARA'S POV

We're on our way to Abby's house for reasons I still don't know.

"W-why are w-we going t-to Abby's?" I stutter, asking him the same question for the billionth time.

"Because Abby knows something that we don't. And I need to know. I just have to," he says, sounding unsure of what she's going to tell us.

"About Kelsey?" he nods.

"She might've been there and saw what happened. She could be the answer to our questions."

"Oh... I-" he cuts me off.

"Turn here," he commands.

"Bossy much?" I mutter under my breath.

"Shut the fuck up and turn already!" he yells.

"Good God, Stephen. Calm down," I say, rolling my eyes and turn.

As soon as I turn I automatically recognize my former step-sister's home.

When I was six, right after my father left us, my mother met Abby's father. After a while, they started dating. At first, they kept it lowkey and kept me and Abby from meeting.

Since I'm homeschooled I wouldn't have met her at school, so that made it easier.

After about six months of them dating, they announced that they were getting married.

They kept me and Abby from meeting till the wedding, which made me angry.

When I first met her, I felt weird. I was seven at the time, but it still all felt weird.

I had a crush on her.

I pretended not to like her, even though she was so nice to me, and was my step-sister, I was mean to her.

When my mom and I moved in with them, it made things so much harder.

I know it's sick to like someone in your family, but I couldn't help it.