Betrayal

Previews!

So…I know I said I wasn’t going to update until the 18th or 19th, and that is still the truth. However, someone did give me the idea to give you guys previews of what’s to happen. They won’t be long, no more than a page long, but I figure that it’s better than nothing. They’re all in Reagan’s POV, and I will be hinting at the death toll (trust me, you have no idea who died and who didn’t). But, the real juicy stuff won’t be posted until the full chapter is posted! So, you guys get previews every Sunday until the 18th or 19th when I post the full chapter. It’s easier for me to do it this way so you guys don’t lose interest and so I’ll actually have an idea of what to write the 18th comes up (because no I don’t know what to write at this point). 

All of the previews will be posted on this page (Preview #1, Preview #2, etc), so just check this same page every Sunday at or before noon, and it’ll be posted! Thanks for being patient with me, and I hope this is enough for you! (:

Preview #1

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Louis repeated, “Why are you sorry?”

“This is all of my fault. Everything. If I hadn’t let myself fall in love with yet another guy, I don’t think that we’d be in this situation.”

“Reagan-.”

“No, Louis. Think about it. Would they be in the hospital if it wasn’t for me? Would there be all of these dead people if it wasn’t for my mistake? Would we be covered in other people’s blood if I wasn’t in the picture?”

“I can’t answer that”, he answered solemnly.

“You can’t answer that because you know it’s true.”

I stood up and didn’t bother to wipe the tears on my face. My hand ached from constantly reaching up to clear the wetness from my eyes. My eyes were so swollen that my vision was blurry. The stains all over my clothes look like I had just walked away from a mob hit, which I guess was true.  There were multiple lives lost today and the ones that weren’t were in very critical condition. Not everyone that walked into that warehouse walked out alive, and the ones that did needed assistance. I couldn’t feel guiltier.

“Princess, what do you want to do?”

“I…don’t know. I want to go to Brendan’s and get my children, but I’ll have to tell him the news about Josh. I want to curl up with my sister and pretend this day didn’t happen, but she’s in a hospital bed right now. I want to talk to my mum, but surprise surprise. She’s dead too. So, I’m not sure, Louis. I’m not sure what I want to do.”

“Just-.”

“No”, I pulled away when he reached out for me, “Don’t touch me. Just let me know if you hear anything. I…can’t be here right now.”

Forcing my legs to move, I hurried away from Louis, out of the hospital and into the night. I know that he was trying to help, but there was absolutely nothing that he could do right now. He couldn’t bring back the dead, he couldn’t heal the injured so he was basically useless to me right now.

And I was too.

I’m sick of being useless. I’m sick of everyone risking their lives for me. Look how well that worked out for people today. I’m just sick of…being me. Out of all of the danger that we’ve been through these past few years, what’s the common denominator? Me. And, it’s about time that I did something about it.

 Or I’m sure the headlights racing toward my direction could do the job for me.

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Preview #2

“I figured I might find you here.”

“Sorry, Reagan. I just needed to get away from that place. From all of the death and pain…I just can’t deal with it.”

Putting my hand on Harry’s shoulder, I tried my best to console him. I didn’t blame him at all for wanting to get out of the hospital. We had been there for almost 48 hours, and I wanted to pass out myself. It was so much to deal with, and it’s like it was never going to end.

“How is she?” I asked him.

He stiffened, and his face dropped immediately at my question. I expected as much. Thinking about my sister was even hard for me, but since she was at a hospital specifically for pregnant woman and not at the hospital where the rest of the boys were, I relied on Harry for my updates.

“Unresponsive. Just as unresponsive as she’s been for the past 2 days. Nothing’s changed, Reagan.”

I wasn’t sure what happened the day that he and Zayn left us in the warehouse because Harry wouldn’t tell me, and Zayn was, well… All I know is that my sister has been in the hospital ever since, and she wasn’t getting any better. The doctors were trying their best to get her to deliver now, but they didn’t want to harm the baby. If they left my niece in there, they could harm Trinity. So, they were trying their best to save both of them, and by the look on Harry’s face, things weren’t in our favor.

“Reagan, this is all my fault.”

“I highly doubt that’s true-.”

“No, you don’t understand”, he shrugged my hand off of him, “This is literally all my fault. It’s my fault that she and my daughter are both fighting for their lives right now. I push-. It’s my fault, Reagan. Just know that.”

Every part of me wanted to ask him more about that, more about what happened 2 days ago, but I knew that he couldn’t take it. And, I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to hear about it if what he was saying was true.

I like Harry. He’s my brother. I would hate for our bond to be broken because he’s the reason behind my sister’s death. That’s something I’m positive I wouldn’t be able to handle and nothing I would be able to forgive.

“Okay”, was all I said.

We stood in silence for a little bit as we looked at the headstone. I knew he came to visit whenever he was going through a tough time, and it was highly appropriate at this moment.

“Hi, Mum”, he said as I tried to understand him through his sobs, “It’s me again….I need you. And, it’s not like before, I mean I really need you. Mum, I can’t lose her. I honestly don’t know what to do if she dies. And, I know me losing her would be what I deserved since I’m the reason she’s in there in the first place, but don’t punish her. Take her away from me, do whatever you have to do. But just make sure that she lives. I don’t want to live in a world where she doesn’t exist.”

He held onto my hand as I sat there and cried with him. Grace was definitely someone we needed right now. She would know what to say to get us through this.

“I know you’re working wonders up there in Heaven right now, so I’m going to need you to work a miracle for me. She has to make it through this. I don’t care if I can’t be a part of her life afterwards, she just has to be alive. Please…just do that for me, Mum. I won’t ask for anything else.”

Even though we both knew she couldn’t respond, Harry just stared down at her grave as if he was waiting for her to answer back.

 In a way, I think we both were.