Under the surface

Part 33

part 33:

this is how the tree house looks like:

Third person p.o.v:

the three boys went upstairs, nervous but yet so exciting to find the girl they were worried about the most, emma.

jack opened the wooden door of the old, familiar tree house and by doing that, jack was the first one to see the horrible view that was waiting to them inside.

"emma!" he screamed and ran over to the body of his girlfriend that was laying on the floor with blood around her stomach.
the Irish boy was a crying mess. he was so confused. he didn't understand how? And why?
the questions were running through his head, not stopping for a second, driving him insane.

rye tried to pull him away while mikey was searching around the tree house to see if there is something that could help them realize what happened here.

"leave me alone!" jack screamed at rye, "can't you see?! someone was here, he beat her up and then left her to die!! look at all the blue makers on her face, they are new! someone was here and he killed her and it's all my fault! it is my fucking fault rye!!" the words fall from his mouth like a river of pain and regrets as he cries an ocean of salty tears.

Suddenly, jack felt someone holding his hand, he looked down and saw his barely breathing girlfriend trying to say something while holding his hand so tight, so tight like she's holding on in life, not wanting to let go and joining the angels up there.

"jackie.. babyboy don’t cry.. I-I forgive you for everything, I know you never meant that.. I love you so so much.." she said and you could hear the pain in her voice.
jack noticed something, one of emma's hands were on her left side of the chest, next to where the heart is.
he slowly took it away and saw. he saw the gun bullet and he knew he was right, someone tried to kill her by shooting her.

"w-who.. who did this to you.." rye said with his voice cracking.
"find my phone and the the gun he.. u-used, jack.. jack I hope you'll recognize it.." emma said, her eyes slowly shutting.

the irish boy went closer to his dying girlfriend's face and kissed her like he never kissed before.
he kissed her with regret, pain, passion, but so much love was involved in that kiss.
the sparks flew everywhere. he kissed her and deep in his heart he knew that even if mikey called 911 they'll NEVER be here in time to save emma and this is going to be the last time he tastes the strawberry on her lip.
he knew that emma will die here, in the old tree house.

Jack moved away as he felt emma's gripe in his hand isn't as strong as it was.
mikey came back to where rye, jack and emma were, he found a gun but he didn't know if it's really important now so he put it in his pocket and sat with the other two boys next emma.
they sat there and watched as the spark in emma's beautiful green eyes slowly fade away and then, they watched as she took her last breath, her eyes closed completely and she had no heart bit.

"she's gone" the irish boy said sobbing into his friend's shoulders.
"we'll find who did it to her I promise jack, but now.. now we have to go back down to tell the boys and put emma to rest, to give her a proper grave like she deserve" rye said.

Jack just nodded and picked up his dead girlfriend from the wooden floor and watched as his hands colored in red from her blood.
he was so angry, he wanted to punch something, or more specifically, he wanted to punch the man who did it to his best friend, his girlfriend, his soul mate..

a/n
okay so i actually cried while writing it....
in the next part you'll she the other boys reactions to what happened and more😉

i want it to be clear, the story isn't done at all.
be ready for some more exciting parts xx

please don't kill me, and guys, always talk to someone when you're hurt don't let it boil up inside you.

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love, odelia💙💙