Alpha's Girl

Chapter 20

Jayden

I was still sitting with Mackenzie after an hour watching Roseanne. She had stirred a few times but it wasn't much just a moan or groan. Like she was trying to say something. I gave up with hope it had never gave me anything so I waited my face emotionless holding Mackenzie as she wriggled. She'd fell asleep now.

She snored quietly. Alexandra never came in no one did. I wasn't really watching Roseanne I was staring at the white sheets. A small moan escaped her lips. I didn't move or even look up. I was exhausted. I gripped the sheets angrily and forced my eyes up to her face. She didn't move. Another slight moan. Her chest was rising and falling faster now. I watched carefully. Then she sat up straight gasping. I fell off my seat. I actually think I crapped myself.

"Roseanne." I said. Mackenzie sat up too.
"Mama," she said. Oh no if have to tell her about Lyra. I'll wait. She was gasping for air. She looked down at Mackenzie and me. I was still on the floor unable to move or react. She swung her legs out the bed. I scrambled to my feet and embraced her. She returned the hug. Mackenzie squeezed herself between us and hugged Roseanne. Roseanne laughed a little.

Maria came in. When she saw Roseanne. She just smiled and nodded. She left. I bit my lip. The quicker I got this over with the better. Right? I gulped.
"Roseanne I have to tell you something." Roseanne looked at me suspiciously.
"What is it?" she said sitting on the bed with Mackenzie in her arms.

"Lyra... she's... um... I'm so sorry Roseanne I-"
"Jayden what happened to Lyra?" she said.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't save her... She's dead."

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Roseanne

"She's dead." Jayden said. I blinked.
"What?" I said unable to believe him.
"She's dead I'm so sorry Roseanne. Alexandra and I were looking for Mackenzie. So I went up to Lyra's
room when I did she was on the ground dying she'd been stabbed in the chest. She said someone came back and pointed behind me I turned and there was a man. My instincts told me to kill him so I threw the knife at his head. It was your uncle Roseanne the one that left." Jayden said.

My uncle Jake? What? No he loved Lyra. Why would he kill her? I couldn't believe this. Lyra wasn't dead my little sister wasn't dead. My little sister. My whole family is dead. I hunched over unable to support my own grief. I felt as if my head was submerged in water. I fell off the bed Jayden caught me. I saw his mouth moving but no words were audible.

Not Lyra anyone but Lyra. Tears clouded my vision. I couldn't stand it anymore. My sister, my little sister was dead. She'll never find her mate like she always wanted to. I'll never wake up and she her face again. I'll never touch her or hug her again. I'll never see her eyes full of life again. I'll never see her grow up or be happy. I should have let her go. I should have let her grow up. She'll never kiss a boy. She'll never fall in love. She'll never have a family of her own. She'll never live.

I let out a cry. I'll never see her blush or smile again. I'll never walk into my house and ask her what's she's doing. She'll never follow me into the woods like she used to. She'll never come into my room when she had nightmares. She'll never wake up. She'll never be beside me again. Not on this earth anyway.

She was my best friend my only family. I could tell her anything. She was everything to me. I'd lost her and I wasn't even conscious. I needed to see her one last time. I couldn't move though I was trapped in Jayden's arms. Sweet, innocent little Lyra gone within seconds. She didn't even die easily there was so much pain. I groaned.

"Her body is still in the morgue if you want to see her." Jayden whispered. I couldn't respond. I couldn't think straight. Was she really dead? Was a girl with so much life really lifeless? No she wasn't. I wouldn't let myself believe that. She was too young, too gently, too kind for this. She was too beautiful, she was so much to me and now she's gone.

I was in the morgue I don't know how long it was after Jayden told me. I only remember smudged images of sympathetic looks. Jayden clutched my hand. Lyra was lying on the table. Her hands folded across her tiny stomach. Her eyes glued shut never to open again. I stood there staring at her pale face. I grabbed her hand hastily and squeezed it. Hoping that she'd sit up and laugh and say 'got ya' then she'd hug me.

I don't know how long it takes for me to get that it won't happen that she's gone. My grief is filled with unbearable anger for a split second. Then a wave of grief hits me. My knees buckle and I fall to my knees. I grit my teeth and let the unbearable grief strangle me.

I think I'm crying but it don't feel anything just numbness. Nothingness because everything that meant something to me was lying lifeless on a table. There was voices around me but none I could make out. Just strange muffled noises in my ears.

The world was beginning to mix into dull colours. I couldn't really bare the sight over the room anymore. She was gone. I could feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. All the care had gone. It had filtered it's way from me. I couldn't contain anymore of my anger. I couldn't contain anything. I just screamed in pain. I wish I died. I wish Jason had killed me.

I wish Lyra was still breathing.