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Chapter 28 - Kyle's POV

Kyle

"How terrible it is to love something that death can touch." - Unknown

We carried her back to the prison. It didn’t take much persuasion. I held her while Connor sulked. It was not a pleasant experience to see your long, lost sister covered in blood. Her own blood. Blood that was only leaking from her body because of her own brother. I can’t believe he stabbed her. Slashed her flesh and watched a strong woman collapse.

I had loved Kate as a one night stand.

I had loved Kate as a mutual friend.

I had loved Kate as a member of my gang.

I had loved Kate as a fighter.

I had loved Kate as a daredevil.

I had loved Kate as a girl.

I had loved Kate like my sister.

I loved Kate as a woman.

I loved Kate as my sister.

I loved Kate as Kate.

I loved Kate alive.

My brother sat in the corner of the room where he had been just days before. He had been recovering from the almost exact same wound he had inflicted on our sister. She had almost killed him. I wished she had.

Connor loved to control. He thrived off it. He controlled our father, our mother and me. When we were younger, he teased me about the fact that I had no mother, no actual siblings. He came to the conclusion that I was lonely. I wasn’t lonely, however. Not for the years when Kate was there. She behaved as if she were my sister right up until I saw her for the last time. We supported each other shamelessly. We were both young and reckless. She was trying to get something out of life and so was I. She had always looked very similar to myself, but now I know the reason as to why – my non identical twin.

Sharing the space in the womb, we had a bond like no other. We just didn’t know it. We had always said it was because were so similar in personality – not just our appearance.

A distant voice brought me back to real life.

“She’s going!” It was my father. “Somebody get more stitching!”

Almost immediately, some members of our group ran out of the room to go and fetch some more stitching – as my father had asked so nicely. It was seconds after that they returned with a whole bundle of the thing. Poking it through a sterilized needle, the ‘doctor’ of the group undressed Kate from the top half. I should’ve looked away, but I didn’t. The last time I had seen Kate undressed was over four years ago. God, I loved that woman and what she did to me.

Her flimsy bra, which was bright green, was kept on – thank god for her dignity – and her leggings were kept on. I didn’t know what would’ve happened if, that horrifying night, she had been wearing a revealing dress. She would’ve frozen to death before a zombie could’ve gotten to her. Her skin was covered in scratches and scars, she was such the survivor. Her skin was the same shade of snow. It had been slightly tanned before all of this, but the cruel weather had stolen that from her. Trailing over the edge of the table she was lain on, her rebellious hair curled and fell halfway to the floor. I wasn’t sure when her hair had been taken out of its messy braid, but now her hair was loose and flowing.

I didn’t like seeing her like this. She was supposed to be being snarky and saving people from a fate worse than death, not unconscious and bleeding.

The bleeding was amazingly bad. Now able to get a good look at the wound, I looked. I needed to see how much I needed to beat up Connor. I would even kill him if she didn’t make it. If she died of this wound, he should’ve too. There was no way that she wouldn’t survive this and he would.  What had he done to deserve the right to live? But what had she done?

“Leave her to die like she left me!” Connor yelled from his corner of doom. He uncrossed his arms and shoved people out the way to get to her. Kate’s eyes were closed, but her ragged breathing was enough to tell us she was fighting – always a fighter.

I stepped up to Connor and squared him up. I would take him on. He had controlled me before today, but this action of his had pushed me past my line of holding back. I didn’t want to just hurt him, I wanted him dead.

Not just for her, but for me too.

His blood would run cold and lonely, trickiling and sliding down his worthless body.

He would be dead by morning.