Step Brother 2: Jealousy (Completed)

Twenty Three

I stormed the house, looking everywhere for her. Nobody would tell me, so to cause fear, and show them I wasn't messing about, me and my men started blowing his men to bits. We brought our best guns for the job. I knew it would be messy, but not this messy. The hallway was covered in blood. My men, and I too.

I had arranged a meeting for Logan. It's not that I didn't want to blow his head off too, but I wanted more of a chance in getting her out alive.

She may aswell die than be forced to stay with him for the rest of her life.

We searched the whole bottom floor for her, but she wasn't there.
I commanded my men to check upstairs but, to split up because if she's here we will find her faster than if we stick together.

I searched up stairs alone.
I almost gave up hope, until I reached a room, that had her clothes on the floor.
I knew she was here, because the bed was still warm.

My eyes darted to the bathroom door. She must have been scared. She must have thought we were here to hurt her. So she locked herself in the bathroom.

"Kate? It's me Rome. Open the door."
I said softly, but there was no answer.
I repeated myself, but again there was no answer.

"Kate, I'm going to kick in this door, unless you open it."
Again no answer. That's when I began to panic.
I gave the door one forceful kick, and when I got inside, my heart sank.

She was laying on the cold floor, skin and bones, pale like a ghost. I picked her up into my arms. Trying desperately to wake her up, shaking her, shouting at her, begging her. But, she wouldn't open those beautiful eyes.

My men ran into the room, they must have heard my screams, they pulled me away, and done whatever they could to save her.

I fought Kyle, and Brady to get to her, but I was too weak, they barely even had to try restrain me.

Broken?
I thought I knew the meaning, until today.
I didn't even understand a fraction of the feeling.

My beautiful girl is laying lifeless on the floor, while Freddy resuscitates her.

I can feel my whole life being torn away from me.

She was my life.
Even when she wasn't in it for 10 years.

I wish it was me laying there on the floor instead.

All I can do is watch on, helpless.
How I wish I could wake her up.

When Freddy turns to me, and gives me a look, he doesn't even have to say it.
I know that look.
It's the same look my father gave me before he told me my mother died.

I can't hear anything.
I can feel Freddy shake me.
I scream, but I can't hear it.
I hit him, but I can't feel it.
I have lost control.
I have lost the will to fight.
I can't do it without her.

In moments all I can see is Logan giving her mouth to mouth.
I want to run at him, I want to cave his face in, until he's no longer recognizable.