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“I’ve been watching you, Jake. And if you think the way you treated my sister was the right one, you’re gonna have a big surprise when you wake up in hell.”
My airways constrict and my ears start ringing. My heart beats wildly, running around and wondering where is that fucking oxygen I need.
“And tell me, who do you think you are to judge?” he insists as his arm tightens even more. “I know the things you’ve done. You’re a murderer, White. You’ll always be a murderer.”
His words make it past the ringing in my ears and I’m assaulted with images of what he means.
‘He’s right,’Bianco’s voice echoes in my head. You’re a murderer, Jake. You killed him. You killed that kid.
My visions blurs, it darkens with spots everywhere.
The gun.
The blood.
The screaming.
It’s all mixing together. The taste of blood in my mouth, the crowd shouting. I don’t even know if it’s tears or blood dripping down my cheeks. And whose blood is it? His? Mine? That kid? My eyes close and I know they won’t open again.
“Time to die, Jake,” he growls in my ear.
“I love her,” I rasp as I feel myself slipping away, high on the lack of oxygen.
Will he tell her? Will he let her know I died for her love when he sees her after the fight? That all I’ve ever wanted was to love her.
I didn’t even get to see her face out there one last time.
“I love her so fucking mu…” I don’t hear my own last words.
But I hear Jamie’s laugh. It’s beautiful. It sounds like crystal in my ears. And I feel her kisses on my lips, like those of an angel.
It’s so peaceful to die.
CHAPTER 24
Paralyzed - NF
Jamie
“Die, die, die!!!” Aaron screams as he brings down a giant stick on a sunflower.
“Stop!” I scream in a giggle. “That’s a sunflower! They’re nice, you silly poohead.”
He drops the stick he was using as a sword and turns to me, holding his head high like a knight who just saved a princess in distress.
“You said it hurt you M’Lady, I was bound to defend your honor.”
“I could have defended myself,” I pout as I cross my arms and stomp my feet.
“You’re too young,” he argues back. “You’re six, you’re just a baby.”
“Am not!” I stick my tongue out and pick up the stick he just dropped. “Watch me.” I bring it up, but he grabs it.
“No, ‘Me! You’re gonna hurt yourself. Leave the defending to me, I’m strong.”
“But you killed Mr. Sunflower, and he was nice. He hurt me but it wasn’t on purpose.”
“On purpose or not, he should have never hurt you. Plus, he disrespected you behind your back. I saw it.”
