In the arms of evil

New choices

We have been going to the gun range every day for the past three weeks. My aim had only gotten better and better. "Okay, I'll talk to you later Garret. Love you Lucy, have a good day honey." I put the phone down after she tells me bye and I can't help but feel like I've let them down a bit. Colton won't let me go anywhere without him and going to Garrets could put him and Lucy in danger. Colton notices the weight in my chest as I stare at my phone, eyeing me behind the fridge door as he pulls out a beer. He sighs before shutting it. "Here. I was going to give it to you tonight, but I'm hoping it'll make you feel better." He pulls out a box wrapped in paper from one of my cabinets. How the hell did I not find that?

He sets it in my hands, swapping it with my phone. "Go ahead" he nods as I look up to him. He open us the beer bottle with his teeth like a sorority kid as I tear the package open. Inside lies a silver chrome pistol with my initials carved into the side. " I figured, if we're really going to do this, might as well be in style" he shrugs as I eye the gun with glee. "It's beautiful" I say, kissing him. "I'm glad you like it." He hands me my phone back and I instantly feel bad again. I miss Lucy so much. The light in her eyes even after everything she's going through, it's inspirational. "Okay that's it." Colton grabs my hand and drags me out the house. "Where are we going?" He opens the car door and shuts it once I'm inside. "Want to tell me what's going on?" He doesn't say anything until the car is on the road. "Colton!"
"I'm taking you to see her. I can't stand how sad it makes you being secluded from everyone." He's not angry or frustrated. But he's watching the road like he's paranoid we're being followed. "What about all that stuff about putting them in danger?" He stops the car, taking in my question. "I don't know how to make you happy baby" he whispers, looking down, fingers rubbing the wheel. "You make me happy" I brush his hair behind his ear. "They'll understand baby. I understand. It's okay. I'm not mad or sad or whatever you think I am." He looks up at me with kind eyes. "Let's go home baby" he takes my hand in his, turning it to kiss my palm before he starts the car again, heading home.

"Hey, where are we going?" I ask as we drive past my house. Colton doesn't answer me. He keeps his eyes on the road, expressionless. I can't read him, and honestly, that scares me. I've never seen him like this before. It's as if he can't hear me. "Colton?" Even as I shrug his arm, he ignores me. His eyes are cold and the warmth I loved so much was missing from him.

He carried on driving until we pulled up to a secluded part in the woods I haven't seen before. There's a lake right in front of us as he stops the car. My heart beats faster and faster, yet he keeps his breathing normal, like he doesn't see me freaking out. Until he turns to face me. A sickening grin appears on his face. "Colton what the hell is going on?" I panic, trying to contain myself. He turns his gaze back to the lake in front of us. That's when I see a lean figure appear from behind a pine tree. "Go say hi baby. He missed you." I squint my eyes as the figure draws closer. My heart stops when I see him. "No..." he comes closer. I'm frozen. I can't move. All I hear is Coltons manic laughter echo in the car as my door flings open. "No please! Colton don't let him take me!" I scream as Troy yanks me from the car. Colton does nothing. He steps out to help Troy, dragging me through the sticks and mud. "You really thought I'd let you kill my baby brother? You though I'd choose you over him? Stupid bitch." Tears spring from my eyes as fear enters my body in a wave like a tsunami. It's drowning me as Troy begins taking off my clothes. I can't breath. I'm begging. Begging Colton to save me. He just stands there, watching with a grin as Troy defiles me. "Stop it! Please stop..." my cries are drowned out by his brutal grunting as he punishes my body.

"Baby calm down... Brooklyn relax!" My eyes shoot open to find Colton standing over me. I look around me through blurred vision past my tears to see I'm safe on my couch at home. "You were dreaming baby. Whatever it was... it's over now" he strokes my arm in an attempt to calm me. "Don't touch me" I hurry to the corner of the couch. "Okay" he says, holding up his hands. "I won't touch you. Just tell me what's wrong?" I try to control my breathing. "You betrayed me. You- you gave me to Troy!"
"Baby, no" he comes closer, cupping my face to face him. "I'd never hurt you like that. You're my world baby. I'd rather die than let that bastard near you again" he stands beside me, pulling my head to his stomach as I cry into his shirt. "Shhhh, it's okay now baby. The nightmares over. I've got you" he strokes my hair until I relax and regain myself.

"Caras been calling you again" Coltons clearing up the coffee table as my phone vibrates by a wooden coaster. "She misses you Brooklyn." I haven't spoken to her in weeks. I don't know what to say. Am I meant to just say 'oh by the way Cara, Colton and I are about to kill my ex, who's also his brother, he's known about from the time Troy was with me, and we're looking into ways to kill Marcus without Colton having to take over that stupid gang'? Yeah. I think not.

I let the phone ring out. Another voicemail. "Okay, so I've been thinking, there is someone who might be willing to kill Marcus for us once I've sorted out Troy. But I don't know if-"
"Once you've sorted out Troy?" I cut in. He looks up from the plans he's laid on the table, eyes darting between mine as he thinks carefully of his next choice of words. "Well- I... Brooklyn, I don't know if you should be the one to... you know" he tries to touch my arm with affection, but all it's met with is a shrug and my mouth agape. "I thought- I thought we were doing this together?" I stand and walk around the table to face him. "We are" he drags out, standing now. "I just" he lets out a sigh as he rubs his hand through his hair. "I don't want you to be affected by this. You're so pure baby. So pure and good. Just let me do right by you. Please" he steps closer to me, but I only back away. Not out of hate for him, or anger. But because he's right.

Once he realises that I agree with him, he steps closer to me, closing the space between us as he pulls me into a tight hug. "We're going to okay baby. I've got you. You take care of me, I take care of us, right?" He brushes my hair off my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. "You promise to let me be there for you when you need me to be? Like you are for me?" I smile sweetly at him. He chuckles. "Yes baby. I love you" he rests his head on me. "I love you too." There's one tiny problem. Colton hasn't looked over Troy's folder in weeks. Nor has he kept up with Marcus and where Troy is. I have a feeling... Colton doesn't want his brother dead. I just can't figure out how I'm going to tell him... I'll be the one to do it. It's the way it has to be. Because I know that when it comes down to it, he won't be able to pull the trigger.