twisted

twenty eight

i'm so sorry for being so inactive, especially leaving you with a large cliffhanger. i've been having a rough time lately and i know this is a short and crappy chapter but it's something and it lets you off the cliffhanger. things are just gonna keep escalating from here guys.

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"Lucille—Lucille, don't cry. Don't cry, we don't know what's happened. He's probably fine," Blaise assured me as tears plummeted down my flushed cheeks.

Everything I felt was intensified. My body temperature rose so high I felt as though I could pass out.

"You don't—look—" I hyperventilated. "Look at her fucking hand—the—oh my god."

Onyx watching me made her sob only more—her cries confirming all my unanswered questions. I cried out loud, beginning to choke on my own hurt, and Blaise and Draco came to comfort me as they tried to remain calm.

"Lucille, we can't just assume he's dead. We haven't heard anything yet, don't be like this," Draco said.

Only they didn't know how I felt at this moment. Dead or alive, he was gone. For now or forever. Did I even tell him I loved him before he was gone?

"Onyx, fucking tell us what happened," Draco shouted.

Her whimpers didn't fade, but she tried to contain herself. It's so hard to talk when you are sad, but it's all others want to hear from you. "He-- Fuck, he--"

"Would you all just calm the fuck down?" Blaise yelled. "She comes home, she's clearly upset... look at her, she's completely filthy."

"Let's get you bathed, love," He nervously wrapped his arm around her trembling shoulder. He turned his gaze back upwards and met eyes with all of us. I shrunk my face and my lip quivered as I stared at Blaise in astonishment.

"Do you-- do you not realize what is going on right now? You're going to go bathe her? Your best friend could be fucking dead right now, and you're worried about wiping dry blood and dirt off of your girlfriend?" Cole raised his voice.

Blaise proceeded to hold a glare with all the faces in the room. I couldn't pay attention; my surroundings quickly were numbed.

Onyx, who was a few steps up the staircase, was still crying silently. She glanced at Blaise quickly and loosened herself out of the grip he had on her shoulder.

"I-- I can't remember exactly what happened."

"Tell us all you know," Draco said.

"We.." She glanced at Fay. "Fay and I were hanging out in the courtyard. Everything was completely fine.."

We all looked at her as she started to tear up again. "Then Lorenzo came up to us. He was-- we were talking for a moment, and-- then we started to hear footsteps--"

"Whose footsteps?" Ivan asked.

"I-- I don't know. I think they were the Death Eaters. But there were so little of them, and I barely had time to look," She explained.

"Why? What happened?" Blaise asked.

"The one of them-- it was a man-- he started to walk towards us. Then he started running, and I didn't see until Lorenzo shouted. I think he was headed straight for Fay and me."

Oh god.

"And so the last part I remember--" She began to cry again. "Lorenzo jumped out in front of us, but the man was so huge he took down the three of us. Knocked us straight out."