+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 69

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What was happening to me?
What was I even thinking?
What if she had heard me?
What would become of my chances...
As if I even had any.
That boy stole her from me.
After I waited so long.
I left her love and learn.
Even when all I wanted to do was comfort her.
I stood on the sidelines til the promise day.
But at this rate I don't think it'll be soon.
Luke still had her heart.
But I will have what's mine.
There was already some popcorn chicken and egg fried rice that Brad made.
But Amber wanted corn soup so that was what I had put on the fire.
I spent more than an hour watching her sleep.
She looked so peaceful. Like an angel.
Even though she was in so much pain, she looked comfortable.
It was relieving.
I had a whole bunch of missed calls from Franklin.
Even if was from any of the other guys I probably wouldn't have called them back.
"Yeah?"
"We need about three pints of O- blood and a pint and a half of O+ fast."
That was a lot of blood.
"There isn't any left in the cooler?"
"I used up what we had when Cooper had gotten shot in the foot."
"I'll send the guys down to the hospitals now."
I hung up and watched back in the living room.
They were all dressed and ready.
"Yall know what to get?"
They nodded.
"Make sure to get a bit extra. Drive safely."
Keys jingled and sneakers squealed against the metal bars are they climbed up the ladder.
Confirmation was all they needed.
Teamwork was necessary in our line of work.
One bad action could cost us all our lives.
Maggie and Amber was recovered.
We needed to tie all the loose ends before we return to the north.
The latter would be a task on its own.
Maggie seemed to be needing a lot of blood.
Her full recovery would definitely push our return date back.
But that was unavoidable.
Amber was in pretty bad condition too.
Her head had a really big bump on it and her scalp had scabs that were healing here and there.
She was beaten up pretty bad.
That wound on her head wasn't caused by the fall.
The fall simply reopened it.
But I could never feel what she went through.
That experience must have been truly traumatizing.
Especially since it was by someone she loved.
I hate every bone is his body.
I should've just killed him from day one.
From the first time I saw him when I transferred into Ravens high.
I should've just killed him right then and there.
She would've been much happier without him.
I subconsciously punched the coffee table.
I was waiting for the soup to finish up while mulling over everything.
I couldn't heal her.
I couldn't fix this.
He messed everything up.
She would surely be scarred for life.
After so many years...
After so many years everything would just be useless.
I waited so long.
I could've forced it all.
From day one, I could've forced her to be with me.
I had more than enough power to do it.
But I chose to make it better for her.
I chose to make her gradually love me when the time was right.
I didn't cater for a dipshit to come along and ruin it all.
In one week everything came crashing.
Maybe there was some good to come out of this.
But that didn't change the fact that Amber would never return to the way she was before.
I couldn't barely to imagine what they did to her.
Just the thought made my chest ache.
She deserved the world.
And that was exactly what I would give to her.

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I could hear movement outside, but I was too drained to make any sort of move.
Drew was a skilled cook.
I knew this because I ate his pizza pockets when I spent the night at the gym.
It was absolutely delicious.
But that was about all I knew about it.
My curiosity peaked as time passed, causing me to look closer at the room I currently was in.
It seemed to be his room.
He moved around with a sense of familiarity.
I couldn't see much from the window to the left of me.
The blinds were closed and even when I attempted to pull it open, all I saw was darkness.
To my right had tons of books, neatly arranged.
I got a flash back to bookcase in Luke's room.
I'd probably never see it again.
Gina and James would most likely move.
I wondered how they would find out that son has been murdered.
They could never find his body.
The casket would be empty.
All because of me.
How could I even show my face?
I killed their only son.
I felt myself grip the bedspread.
It was all my fault.
He was dead because of me.
Images of yesterday flashed back to mind.
The shot.
The cove.
The boys.
They were also involved.
Tyler shot Luke.
Brad was Drew's younger brother.
Kent was separated.
Jason didn't come with Drew, so where was he?
The only person I could ask about my brother's whereabouts was Drew.
"What did that bed ever do to you?"
He had a curious look on his face as he walked in with a tray of steaming food.
I scooted around so he could sit on the right side of the bed.
He placed the tray in the middle.
"Not feeling to talk?"
I shook my head.
I didn't want to talk.
If I talked then I'll get 120% surety that everything that happened yesterday, happened.
There was a possibility, even if it was 0.1% that yesterday was all a nightmare.
That this past week was a nightmare.
That what was going on now was a nightmare.
For once, I wished it all to be a nightmare.
I wished for a time lapse to chew me up and spit me out right back...
Back where?
If I went back to the first time i met Luke then this would happen all over again.
I would need to go back before.
I would need to refuse to go by my mother.
I would never meet Luke.
I would never meet Claire.
I would never meet Gina or James.
I would never ride shotgun in his car.
I would never wear what he picked out
I would never taste his food.
I would never get extra packets of sauces for my cinnamon bread sticks.
I would never see Bridget or any of the others.
I would never experience that short lives happiness that Luke gave me.
But if I could, I would go back.
Because he deserved to live.
I would go back before we met for the second time.
I would go back and cherish the time I spent with him in the orphanage.
If our paths were destined to cross, I would surely meet him again.
I felt someone brush a stray tear off from on my cheek and was brought back to reality.
"I can't give you what you lost. I can't undo what has happened to you, but I promise to make you happy again."
His brown eyes bored into try depths of my soul.
This gaze made me feel like me meant it, with every fibre of his being.
Maybe this nightmare wasn't all bad.
I met Maggie and Roberto.
It wouldn't hurt to be happy.
Won't it?