What I Wish Happened

Chapter Fourteen

"Ah, Señor and Señora Black" his words annoy me but Marcos makes a mistake: he comes close enough so that I can kick him, so I do and he becomes completely enraged. He pulls out a flip knife and cuts me loose, cutting me in the process but you can clearly tell he doesn't care. I ignore the pain as he lifts me towards him and wraps his arms around me before throwing me into the arms of a goon. My cuts seeping slightly as the goon holds the flip knife in his hand and against my jugular. I fight against him being careful to not let the knife already laced with my blood, cut my neck even more.

"Let her go Marcos! Just let her go! Do whatever you want to me! But let her go!" Marcos snickers again at Leo's comment, before grabbing my forearm and pulling me towards him. Hs large muscular left arm wrapped around my neck and tightening, his right wrapped around my middle grasping on to his gun. I can feel Marcos' facial expression change and Leo's changes from anger to being absolutely terrified.

"Is this okay?..." Marcos lowers his left arm to around my waist and his gun pressed against my right temple. "...Or is this better?" I let out a terrified squeal, the sound almost mute. I feel like I have lost the ability to breathe, and so had Leo, anger painted across his face, but mute to avoid angering Marcos even more.

Leo looks down to his feet, and back at Marcos and me, his face filled the a look of absolute hatred, "Marcos, your problem is with me, let her go! Because you know that if you don't I will hunt you down and take everything important to you. I've killed before and you know I will do it again. So take you fucking hands off of her before you set in place actions that we will both regret." Marcos let out a sinister laugh.

"Oh princess, look at the man you love. My dear boy: you are not untouchable as you think. Your words just are just proof of that." Leo grasps onto the edge of the arm rest his grip tightening until his knuckle are white.

Marcos throws me to the floor beside him and then raises his gun to Leo, every atom in my body begins to explode. I let out a scream and tears stream down my face. All my muscles scream to be released but right now I don't care about myself I only want Leo to be safe.

My eyes switch quickly back and forth between Marcos and Leo. I focus on Marcos' fore finger resting on the trigger, the sight of it makes my heart stop in it's tracks. My body releases a whimper, it's unstoppable, "Stop! Marcos please! I beg of you." He looks over to me and grabs a handful of hair; pulling me towards him, "I like it when you beg." He pulls me in close to him and brushes his lips to my skin, I feel the tip of his tongue touch my cheek.

"You taste like mine. After this" his eyes flicker towards Leo, "you will be all mine." He chucks me to the floor again. Raising the gun to point at Leo's head. I watch through my tears that a blurring my vision. He looks to me with an evil smirk. I look at the men stood behind Leo, there are three of them and they don't seem to care. Their faces stern and emotionless. One looks towards me and show a psychopathic smile.

Marcos looks to me again and nods to the man behind him who picks me up using my neck, ripping the skin surrounding the cut further, I lose all the breath stuck in my throat as Marcos took a step closer to Leo before he squeezes the trigger. Everything slowed to a second feeling like a hour.

I watch as the bullet soars through the air, spinning and swirling until it reaches Leo's forehead and throwing him back in his chair, his eyes roll in his head, and my ears ring from the the bullet leaving the gun barrel. I scramble to be released by this wretched man and run towards Leo, each step bringing me closer to him, no step close enough. Until I hold my hands on his cheeks, he is lifeless. I drop to my knees holding his sallow, lifeless face in my hands, I run my hand up his forehead. My hand lands on his seeping bullet hole... he was gone. I hold my hand on his bullet wound as I let out another scream and tears run down my face. There was no way of escaping this I love him and he is gone...

The ringing in my ears is still going and I probably made it worse from my terrified screaming. As I look into his eyes as they roll in his head, he is pale. I let out another scream.

The door explodes open, lights and guns are all I see then police badges, and a small weight was lifted from the tonnes currently on my shoulders. The police spot me sprawled across Leo's limp body. I hear more gunshot aimed at Marcos and his goons but all I can focus on is Leo, I spot one S.W.A.T. member's eyes become sad at the sight of me, I was in a simple tank top and underwear. My skin was covered in dirt from the ground, for the two weeks I had been trapped here. He walked towards me. "Miss, I must remove you from here..." his voice as sad as his eyes. "NO!!!" My voice sad and raw from crying and screaming bloody murder. He shakes his head and wraps his arms around me, and lifts me off of Leo's body. He carries me away from him, he carries me out into the parking lot. It becomes more painful and more real as I get further and further away from Leo.

I scream louder, I make attempt after attempt to run back to him in, for the S.W.A.T. member to hold me back. I kick and hit, pushing him off me and all attempts fail. I remain in his arms, I fall, hitting my legs, punching the floor and screaming. I pull my arms in towards my body and I run my hands through my greasy and knotted hair. I collapse into a ball on the floor, because right now... all I feel is pain... right now there is nothing but pain. I know he is gone and there is absolutely nothing I can do about that.

I spot my Mom with tears running down her face as her eyes land on me, she grabs at her chest as she takes a noticeable breathe of relief. Dad runs up behind her and drops to his knees, tears begin rushing down his face, my dad is on the more emotional side but I had never seen as much emotion from him as I am now. I spot River as he is still fighting through the crowd collecting at the edge of the parking lot, once he spots me he refuses to stop. He reaches me, drops to his knees and pulls his arms around me, he cries become louder, my cries had stopped now and our parents had joined us and we are caught in a family hug, but right now I was not complaining.

"EVERYONE QUIET!!!" The police officer holding a walkie-talkie yelled before listening intensely to it, "OKAY!! THERE ANOTHER HOSTAGE WITH A BULLET WOUND COMING OUT!!" The medical team rush out with a stretcher carrying Leo, they were paying very close attention to him at the point in time. I push my family off of me and struggle to my feet, I run to Leo, I run over to the police chief ignoring the pain traveling all over my body, "Is Leo okay?" He turns and looks at me.

"I'm not sure honey, we're going to take care of him, okay?" He turns again and looks at the medical team, "Can we get her checked over please?" They nod and make their way over to me, pulling me in the direction of the ambulance.

I have received no answers, but all the answers are going to do is prove to me the thing I already know. The love of my life is dead. All I can think about is I never got to tell him.