AN: Hello readers, I'm so sorry about taking forever to make this sequel! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I know it made me emotional when I was writing it.

"Alistair!" I yelled as I was running up to him. I saw Taylor stab Alistair in the chest. Taylor ran off but he was being chased by some police officers. I had called them earlier. I felt like I was walking in slow motion even though I was running. I finally reached Alistair but I knew I was too late. He looked so peaceful. I clutched him in my arms like he was my lifeline. In reality he was even if he wasn't my son. His blood was seeping into my shirt. I didn't care though. I don't know how long I was sitting there. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn't bother to look up.

"Sir?" said Ellie.

I didn't want to say anything but I knew she would bother me until I did. I looked up at Ellie. "What do you want?" I snapped at her.

"The paramedics need you to let go of Alistair." She said. I really didn't want to but I did. I stood up and stepped back. The paramedics were trying to save him but he was already gone. Soon they were driving off to the hospital. I was walking back to my car when Ellie ran up to me. "Sir!" she yelled. I didn't want to talk right now. So I didn't answer her. Ellie caught up to me. "Sir, are you okay?" she asked.

"Do I look like I'm okay?" I snapped at her. Ellie didn't answer me. I shook my head. "I'm leaving this bloody town." I stated as I got into my car. Ellie was about to protest. "Don't bother." I said to her and slammed the car door. Ellie walked off. She was clearly annoyed. I didn't start the car. It's entirely my fault. I shouldn't of left him out of my sight. I put my head in my hands. I could still see the look on Taylor's face when he stabbed Alistair. He looked so smug. I shook the image out of my head. I started my car and drove home.

I spent the next few days doing basically nothing. All I did was sulk around my house. There was a few times that the doorbell rang but I never went to answer it. It was probably just Ellie anyway. I was watching TV but not really I was zoned out. The doorbell rang again I planned ignoring it again but this time I could tell the doorbell was pressed harder then usual. I stood up and turned the TV off. I opened the door and I defiantly wasn't expecting who I saw. Paul was standing there. "Ellie's been worried about you." He said. I nodded slightly. I knew she would be worried about me. She always is. "We've planned a funeral for Alistair. I think you should come." Paul said.

"I'll consider it." I said. I really don't want to go but I still might.

AN: I'll try to get the next chapter up soon! I think it will be even more depressing and it might be the last chapter as well. THANKS FOR READING!