Loyal

Chapter 95

Colin's POV

My everything, is hanging on a rope in front of me.

Vera is gagging, bubbles of saliva forming around her mouth as she gasps for air, franticly reaching forward as if to grasp onto something. Her face turns purple, her protruded belly swinging to and fro, the noose a gateway of life and death for her and our baby.

            I am in shock, mouth agape as Cam stands aside so I can have a clear view of what he's done. As soon as I get a hold of my damn self, I lunge forward, going straight for the noose around Vera's neck. Cam catches me before I make it to her. His hands come around my neck as he throws me to the ground.

            "COLIN!" Becca's voice is in the room now, and I pray that she makes it to Vera. I throw Cam against the hard concrete ground, trying to find the block of wood that he knocked from my hand. He swings into my stomach, getting a few hard hits in before I pull him from me to swing at his face. Vera, gotta get to Vera. 

                        "Just too damn late huh?" Cam's breathless, holding me away from him by gripping my neck. His nails fuckin dig into my skin, I forgot how big this fool is, it's been a while since the last time I went head to head with him. "Too fuckin late!" the motherfucker is laughing hysterically now, and I see red.

            "BECCA?" I shout, turning towards the mattress. Vera is lying on the bed now; Becca's pulled her down and hunches over her, on the phone. Vera is motionless; I catch a glimpse of her feet over the side of the bed. My vision blurs and I realize it isn't because of my anger; it's because of my fuckin tears.

            I focus my attention back to Cam. My heart is empty. Any ounce of fuckin empathy is gone. It takes all of my strength to pin him down to the cold concrete. I slam his face with an uppercut, overpowering his brute strength with mine. I knock his face, again, and again, and again. The feeling of his skin against my knuckles is a high, I want him to be in pain. I want him to fuckin die. The gashes and scars across his face, from Vera, are covered in a pool of red. 

            "I FUCKIN-TOLD-YOU-IF-YOU-FUCKIN COME CLOSE TO HER, ILL FUCKIN KILL YOU!" Between each of my words is my fist against his mouth, his jaw; his lips covered in crimson. Through all of it he still has a fuckin smug look on his face. Cam begins to choke, but he's stopped fighting. I pull back. He smiles at me, several of his front teeth missing, specks of white in a red sea on his chin. He looks up to me, his eyes narrowing.

            "I.........WIN" he forces out, between a fit of coughs. Pausing, I look down at him in disbelief. Everything I've been through, from college up until now flashes before me. Days of arguing with Cam in the locker room in Nevada, Trish blowing up my phone to black mail me for money, girls jumping in and out of my bed.....Tinashe....the feeling of the ecstasy hitting my bloodstream....and then Vera. Her laugh, her smile, her awkwardness...our baby girl. The realization that amidst all the bullshit, my only source of light might be gone, hits my chest. Reflection turns into anger..... dark rage. I look frantically around for the wooden block, and spot it beside the mattress. Grabbing for it I swing the block to Cam's head, but it pulls back before it can meet him.

            "COLIN! STOP! The police are on the way!" Becca pulls the block from me with a strength I didn't know she has. I look down to Cam, bewildered, and slam my fist into his face once more, knocking him out. I stand up slowly, legs trembling, and leave Cam in a blanket of crimson. My hands are sore, my whole body is sore.

            "Is she?..." I can't finish my sentence. Becca is crying, as she saunters back to the mattress.

                        "I can't find a pulse, and they should be outside by now, ambulance and all," her voice is shaking. I fall to my knees at the edge of the mattress, clasping onto Vera's legs. Running my hands over her swollen belly, fingers trembling, my breath heightening at the mere sight of her.

            "Baby girl," I whisper. Please hold on. Please hold on. Crawling onto the mattress I sidle up next to Vera, holding her against me. Sobs fight their way out of my chest, shaking my entire body as I grasp onto her, letting out loud angry shouts into the air around us 

Her body is still, no breath. If she can't breathe, I don't deserve to either.