Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE | She Dies.
"NO, HOLLY!" I YELLED loud enough to suffocate the ghosts of my past as I felt my heart beating erratically. Her blonde hair flew in front of my vision as she threw herself before me, her arms shielding me from both sides. The bullet from Alec's gun struck her chest and as she staggered away, I wrapped my head around the fact that I could lose Holly. I could lose myself if I ever lose her.
"Holly," I purred quietly, a dagger slicing up my heart as I saw the red spreading through her white shirt. Sweat lined her forehead as her shaky fingers came to rest over my face in a comforting manner. No, I could have prevented it.
"I deserve it," she whispered, struggling to open her eyes. "John died because of me. At least-" she was interrupted by someone at the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
My hands were all bloody because they were trying their utmost to control her bleeding. My baby. I was tearing from inside, unable to control the quivering of my face. I can't lose her.
"How fucking dare you?" Cora throatily retorts, her hand holding the metal rod.
"Stay with me, Holls." I felt her heart beat slowing down but it was still there. Hands grabbed at her, gently pulling her away from me. One of them enveloped an arm around her waist, allowing her head to rest on their shoulders. I think it was one of the twins. Debby/Delly made use of their quick wit to drag her out of the room. Cora's face fell slightly at the sight of the gunshot wound on her chest.
Little Holly was always the first one to go down with fever due to the seasonal allergies, how could she survive-
I CANNOT breakdown. Not right now.
Cora managed to put her metallic rod over her shoulders as she bent down to pull out a dagger from the holster around her waist. "Here," she sounded fierce, the entire face vexed. The dagger slid towards me. Gripping it, I turned to glare at the fucker who shot my girl down. He had lowered his gun but there was a sick satisfaction residing in his vengeful, hatred filled eyes.
He was dead. His brother wasn't dead but I swear, he'd go down.
"Now you understand," he replied, softly. "...how it feels to lose someone you love wholeheartedly."
I wanted to wreak havoc on him, stab his heart out and feel his vengeful soul leave his body. Unable to keep my violent thoughts down, I slashed my dagger at Connor's evil face. His silver eyes reminded me of Sylvia. A secretive smile took over his lips as he playfully dodged my move.
