Chapter 27 - Such A Mess

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Kate

“Some things in life can’t be changed.” - Unknown

I stood up and looked round for someone – anyone who I didn’t consider family. Well, I didn’t consider anyone here family. They weren’t there for most of the moments in my life. One man was there for one major happening in my life – my birth. He might’ve not even been there for that, but I would give him the benefit of the doubt that he was.

I didn’t know how to react with him – my father. What should I say? What should I do? Should I just simply say hello? Or maybe ask him the questions I wanted answering? In the end, I said,

“Are you really my dad?” Nice going, Kate.

“I think so. I doubt Kyle and Connor would lie to me about this. I looked for you for so long. I could never find you. Then I found out that my stupid brother let you slip through his fingers.” Slip through his fingers?

“… You actually looked for me?” Now isn’t the time, Kate! You’re in the middle of an apocalypse! Know what that is?

“Of course I did. When the time was right, I decided it was time for you to come back to the family. I understand that it would’ve been a shock, but…” I cut him off as soon as my brain kicked back in.

“Now isn’t the time for a reunion. Your son just tried to kill me and my other brother is missing. Where is Kyle?” Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, where was he? He was the only person I wanted to see right now

“But, Kate, we are all a family now. I need you to understand that losing you was the hardest thing that I ever had to do. I am very sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter about that. I didn’t even know about you until Owen told me the whole story …” When was it? I had lost track of time. “Where’s Kyle!?” I almost screamed.

“Owen is such a good boy. Of course, I never met him, but” I cut him off as soon as he said that.

“How would you know if he was a good boy then? Where is Kyle?”

“Dad, we were going to kill her because of what she did to me. Get on with it.” Connor growled impatiently.

He seemed to have some kind of hold over his father. Guilt? Whatever it was, it wasn’t working anymore. Now I had the hold.

“Kill your sister? No, no, no. Why would we want to do that?” A voice of reason.

“If you won’t help me, I suppose I had better do it myself.” He lurched at me like a cheetah tackling its prey. He was so god damned fast that I didn’t see it coming. He dragged me to the ground and. Dug. His. Knife. Into. My. Side.

Hard, pure, pain shot through my side. FUCK! I screamed the loudest scream I had ever heard come from my own mouth. Of course I screamed; what else was I supposed to do? I collapsed onto the floor and breathed quickly. I gasped for air and I was reminded of Luisa. I was dazed and everything was blurred. I was cold, so cold.

He was cold, so fucking cold!

I am not going to die; I am not going to die. Why would I die? From a measly stab wound? I knew that it wasn’t exactly easy to fix, but Connor had survived it. Unfortunately, my own family weren’t on my side. They had the medical supplies, they had my life in their hands and they let it go.

My eyes opened and closed. I couldn’t see clear and all I was feeling was pain. Push through it and everything will be okay! I tried to say something – call for help or something. I tried to call for Ash, but I knew Ash was probably either still looking for wood or back at the campsite

A lone figure was behind Connor. I knew it was him straight away. Except, it wasn’t Kyle. It was a scarred, scared boy. Not a man, not a monster, just a boy. And he was my brother. I didn’t need, or want, anybody else. I didn’t want the father I had just discovered I had around thirty seconds ago. I didn’t want the brother that was out to kill me or the brother I thought I had. I didn’t even want Luisa. I wanted Kyle. He had been there for me most of my life. Not as a brother, but as a friend. He wasn’t like Luisa, because he wasn’t Luisa. That makes sense to me, because I was in each of the moments I was there with him.

“Kyle…” I gasped.

Dark.

Black.

Lonely.

Death.

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