Suicide Prevention

Chapter 49 Final Chapter

Well this is the last chapter in this part of the Trilogy. I know it's sad. but a new story will be coming soon. One with Marshall and Holland. One that is a lot more on egde! I want to thank everyone for reading my story. I hope you al  enjoyed the Kimber and Mike's relationship. I hope that everyone reads the next story and votes and comments about how sneaky little Holland is. Well here is the last Chapter! Hope you like the ending!!!

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Chapter 49: Final Chapter

Watch out for the POV change...Thanks...:)

Mike's POV

I drove so fast down the street that things were actually becoming a bit blurry. I knew that I should slow down, but the sooner I found this Summer bitch the sooner I could find Devin and fucking kill his stupid ass. Did he really think he could get away with this? If he did he was fucking out of his fucking mind. Like no joke.

"Mike! Bro I'm scared!" I looked over at Brandon who was sitting on with his back tightly pressed againt the seat and his eyes were big. He was scared as fuck.

I laughed. "Don't worry man. I am not going to kill you. You know I used to go nascar racing for fun with my asshole dad when I was younger. Believe me I drive way faster than this."

"I know you said that to make me feel better, but it didn't! I don't trust you! And your driving."

I laughed. And drove onto the shoulder of the freeway hoping to find my family safe and alive and well.

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Kimber's POV

What the hell! Holland really is Mike's sister. I promise she is. When Victor's head slammed againt the steering wheel I took the obvious choice and raised from my seat and slammed Devin's head againt the window so hard that I thought it was going to break.

"Nice one!" Holland exclaimed. Wo she was really reminding me of Mike. It was creepy actually. And where the hell was he at anyways? "Go Marshall!"

He wasted no time opening the door. As soon as he got out I jumped out from the other side. I jumped right into the middle of traffic. I quickly got down before the black cars that were following us spotted me. I crouched to the other side where Marshall and Holland were crouched down so that noone would see us except the little boy in the car that was right nexxt to us.

"I know that they saw us get out of the car, so let's move!" Holland ordered. We did the unthinkable-stood up and begin to duck and dodge through the traffic. I was so nevous that I could feel my heart beating in my chest! I thought for sure that I was dead.

"Get em!" A man's voice shouted and I dare turned around to see a grown man running at us and in his hand was carrying a gun.

"Oh gosh! Oh gosh!" I ran quicker. I was about to die a horrible, horrible death.

"Kimber catch up!" Marhshall yelled. I ran as fast as my legs allwoed ducking through cars and cars. I caught up to them just as we heard a voice that we had been waiting on since the begginging of this mes rang through the air.

"Kimber!" Mike screamed.

I turned around and saw him and Brandon speeding up the highway shoulder, but I wasn't the only one who saw them. The man with the gun took a couple of shots at them which Mike swerved. He was a very incredible driver if you ask me. This whole scence would have been cool if I wasn't running for my life.

We approched the exit ramp and decided to run down it thinking we would be safer it we took the street. Within seconds Mike was speeding down the ramp. He stood on the other side of where we were running.

"Come on!" He yelled.

I looked back and saw the shooters getting closer, so I pushed Holland in front of me and ran to Mike's car. I wondered where the police were at that moment.

I thought they were supposed to protect and serve. Well I don't feel very protected right now! I felt like I was about to die. A horrible, horrible death.

"Hurry!" Mike yelled.

When we reached the car Hollland quickly opened the door and scooted in. She was safe, but then it was my turn. I looked back at the shooters and noticed that they had gotten very close. In fact they were close enough to get a good shot outta us.

"Shit." I quickly got in the car leaving Marshall to be last. "Come on." I patted the seat next to me.

Marshall put one leg in and that's when we heard it. Mike's head was the first to snap up. It took me all of one second to figure out what was going on, but it soon registered when Marshall took on last look at Holland then hit the ground with a loud thump.

"no!!!!!!!!!!!" Holland yelled.

Marshall had been shot.

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Marshall's POV

The pain was horrible, but not more horrible than Holland's face when she saw me falling to the ground. I fucking hate that she had to see me in such conditions. She had to see the boy she loved falling to the ground after he just got shot. And he could be dead? I loved her. And I almost got her killeld. What did I do to end up in this situation? What did I do to get myself killed? How did this happen? How did this happen? As the pain spread through my body I thought about all the things that led up to me being in this situation?