Kyle’s POV:
I pull up to the ancient building and waste no time to smash the door open.
““What’s up mòtherfúckers?”
I watch as a man stabs Marcus’s stomach. I quickly rush to his side. I’m not going to lose him.
I push the man away from a bleeding Marcus. I pull out the small weapon and regret it immediately when blood starts pouring out like a waterfall. I rip the hem of my white work shirt and wrap it around his torso, attempting to stop the blood flow.
“Kyle?” The man’s voice is familiar. I turn around to face him. “Do you remember me?” He continues. I slowly shake my head, confused.
“It’s me, Ky… I finally found you.” As soon as my old nick-name reaches my ears, I know who it is.
“Dad?” I ask. He opens his arms as if he is expecting me to run into his arms, even after everything he has done.
*Flashback (10 years ago when Kyle was 12)*
“Dad? Where are you going?” A small, 12-year-old me asks him. He glances at me and continues packing his things. “Dad?” I continue to ask, climbing onto the bed and looking into his suitcase.
“Are we going on a vacation?” I start to bounce in excitement, shaking the bed. My ‘dad’ grabs my shoulder, stopping me mid-bounce. “No we aren’t. Dad needs to go somewhere. I’ll be back.” He finishes closing his bag and hugs me once before leaving out the front door.
*Flashback ends*
I waited for about a week for him to some back, but he never did. A neighbour found me alone and called a social worker. I was put into foster care and later ‘picked up’ by Karen and Riley Carroll.
My ‘dad’ drops his arms once realising that I wasn’t going to run into his arms and play happy family. Marcus coughs behind me and I quickly turn around to help him.
“Fine. You asked for it Ky.” A hand grips my shoulders and picks me up. I clench my fist and swing around to face him. I laugh to myself as I hear a crack.
“You broke my fúcking nose! You son of a bitch!” He screams.
“Well, you do realise you called your own wife a bitch.” I reply. He chuckles.
“She was, she was some shank who I fúcked. She got pregnant and wouldn’t abort, long story short, here you are.” He says in an ‘isn’t-that-obvious’ tone.
I saw red and started to attack his face. I heard faint gunshots but brushed it off. My ‘dad’ fell to the ground, grunting as I started to kick his torso. I pounce on him and scratch his face. A light from a shiny object catches my eye. I grab the dagger and stab it into his stomach, the same place he had stabbed Marcus.
“K-kyle.” A small, timid voice calls out. I pull out the weapon and throw it to a far corner of the room. I remember the gunshots and turn around to see that my ‘dads’ guards were on the floor.
“Thought you might need help.” I look up to see Marcus’s dad – Mr Everett. He is holding a gun while standing at the door. (A/N- Play song now.)
“Kyle…Kyle…” I turn my head to Marcus and rush to his side. My shirt was soaked, blood dripping down, painting the floor. I take my make-shift bandage off him and rip some strips of clothing off a dead body near me. I start to wrap the lengths of fabric around him but his hand stops me.
“It’s no use… It’s too late.” Marcus hoarsely whispers.
“No… NO! Don’t say that… It’s never too late.” I whimper, tears running tracks down my face. He smiles weakly at me. His eyes slowly flutter shut.
“I’m going to take a small nap.” His breathing slows down drastically.
“No! Wake up!” I shake his shoulders and collapse on his chest. I could feel the blood sticking to my chest. His blood. Marcus’s blood.
“Say something… Please… anything.” I sob into his chest. I think back to the time when we were at Australia together. The blissful night we had, everything was perfect then. If only I could turn back time. Back to when nothing else mattered. My memories suddenly changes to when Marcus confessed his actual feelings to me. I remembered how hurt I had been. How my heart spilt into tiny fragments. I remember how I had reacted. If only I could apologise.
I hear a distant sound of an ambulance.
“Hurry…” I silently plead. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you.”
I pull Marcus into my arms. Cradling him, I rock back and forth awaiting the ambulance’s arrival.
They say everything happens for a reason. I hope there is a fúcking fantastic reason for this.
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Wow… was listening to beautiful pain :( so sad
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