Chapter 50
Uncertainty I finally look at her.
“They don’t know if he is going to make it.
” That’s when I see my warrior fall. Scarlett grabs her chest, heaving with tight breaths, her eyes turn to waterfalls, as tears cascade down her ghostly white face.
She shakes her head rapidly while saying ‘no’ over and over again.
Her leg begins to bounce in the seat with anticipation, waiting for our arrival.
“He can’t leave me. He can’t be gone. He can’t be dead.
He can’t. I can’t do this without him. I can’t live without my brother, my hero, my everything.
Spencer, if he’s dead, this will kill me.
I won’t survive it.” Her plea turns into a whisper as she begs me to end her misery.
She begs me repeatedly until I lean over, placing my jittering hand on her bouncing leg.
“Together, let’s go in there to see what the doctors say. We don’t know the full extent yet, and I refuse to accept a world without you in it.” I can feel the sadness in my voice as it breaks.
Flying into the parking lot of the hospital, I drive right up to the main door, because fuck parking, fuck this situation.
Fuck Grant. I can feel my rage boiling, my hate spiraling into hostility.
If he killed my brother, I’m going to fucking kill him.
I will gladly rock an orange jumpsuit for putting that motherfucker in the ground.
I won’t watch the love of my life break, I won’t watch my best friend be buried, and I sure as shit won’t watch that mother fucker get away with what he did.
Vengeance is coming, whether it ends with me in orange or six feet under, it’s about to rain down on that asshole once and for all.
Before the truck shifts into park, Scarlett jumps out. I follow behind, not even turning off the truck. I trail her, my toes to her heels, as we run through the doors into uncertainty and anguish.