Ten...

I raised my head in surprise when Tamara busted in to our room. There was complete panic on her face when she gazed at me. "Tamara?" I stated out softly as I got off the bed quickly, feeling uneasy. "What's wrong?" Just as I asked that, she yanked the rug that always laid in front of my bed and quickly kicked it under her bed. She than started to remove wooden floor broads, reveling a well hidden compartment where it looked like someone can be put there. "T-Tamara?" She got up and quickly grasp my shoulder's. I could see tears in her eyes. I could feel her fear.

"They found us!"

Nine...

She ushered me into the hidden space, quickly grasping my hands and squeezing them tightly as tears fell. She kissed the top of my hands before dropping them and took off her necklace, grab my right hand, placed it inside my palm, then closed my hands around it. "I'm so sorry Lydia. I meant my promise but I can't keep it. Sisters for life even after death," she whispered raspy as she stood over while I stared horrified at her. "It was worth knowing you for seven months Lydia," she smiled, sadness in her eyes, "I will never forget the friendship you gave me."

"Tamara don't!" I cried, feeling tears fall down my face. She shook her head a defiant no.

"He'll come after you. You know that." I opened my mouth to protest, but screams and gun fire erupted downstairs. "Shit!" she gasp.

Eight...

She started grabbing the wooden floor broads and started to quickly place them over me. I watched with terrified eyes as she held the last one. She stared at me with tear filled eyes before she looked away and put the last piece over me. I was engulfed in darkness, besides the little rays of light that shone through the tight cracks. "I'm sorry Lydia."

Seven...

I heard her get up and start running about the room. The screaming and gunfire got louder and louder as they approached closer to our room. I could hear something being pushed, and scrape against the wooden floor. She had to be pushing the dresser to block the door to keep them out. I could hear and slightly see her figure running across the room and I could hear her pulling out drawers, things falling to the floor. What was she looking for? "Tamara! Hide!" I begged, as I cried.

Six...

Tamara folded the clothes as I laid down in bed, thinking and softly caressing my round tummy.

"Why did you save me?" I asked, more like blurting out.

"Huh?"

"Why did you decide to save me? You had a choice to leave me behind." She put down the shirt she had in her hand, and gazed at me with a questioning stare.

"There wasn't really much of a choice Lydia. You were freezing when I found you. And to top things off, you are pregnant."

"If I wasn't pregnant you wouldn't have bothered to touch me wouldn't you?" I asked in a whisper.

"Pregnant or not, I save lives. I'm not the angel of death or the grim reaper here to claim lives."

"That didn't answer my question," I mumbled softly. I heard her sigh as she sat down besides me.

"Look at me." I lifted my head and saw her eyes. They were soft. She chuckled to herself as looked away. "In a way, yeah I wouldn't have saved you because I have all these other people to protect and it can be overwhelming having all these people rely on you. But, you remind me so much of my twin Brianna..." She trailed off.

"Tamara?"

"You just remind me so much of her, it's insane." I could see tears slip down her cheeks. It was the first time seeing her cry. Breaking down right in front of me. I pulled myself up and pulled her into a hug. "I miss her so fucking much," she sobbed. "It hurts so bad at times."

"I know. That's the same way I feel when I miss my older brother."

"Why did she had to go? S-she was so young! She didn't deserve to die!" I patted her head softly as she cried. The death of her sister weighed heavily on her. She felt that her death was her fault.

"I'm pretty sure your sister wouldn't like to see you a hot mess honey," I joked lightly, "I know that I'm not your sister but we're sisters till the end Tamara. Blood related or not."

"Sisters?" I nodded a yes. I felt her arms sneak around my waist, and hug me gently being careful of my stomach. "Sisters for life?"

"Sisters for life," I mumbled softly as I hugged her back. "Promise?"

"I promise."

Five...

Suddenly there was loud banging coming from the door. I felt myself bite down on my tongue to keep myself from breathing. Before Tamara could even prepare herself the entire door was kicked in and the desk flew forward a bit. I could see dark figures file in, surrounding her. Guns drawn on her. They were yelling at her in Russian and she simply laughed.

"That's all you dirty fucks got?"

Four...

I shut my eyes tight when I heard them slam her against the wall. Than proceed to drag her by her hair across the floor and threw her into one of the big mirrors that sat on the dresser. I heard the mirror break and glass hit the floor. I could imagine the photo of us, the one where she's kissing my stomach and I'm laughing, the one where she wrote sisters for life on the back of it, that sat in that nice frame on the counter fall off on the floor. Shattering into tiny pieces.

"Where is she?!" Demand a thick, Russian voice. I bit down on my lip to prevent myself from screaming, "Here! I'm here!" I wanted to save her, but I couldn't. I felt helpless again. Like when I couldn't save Leonardo. I couldn't save Tamara.

"Who are you talking about?" She spit as she struggled to get up. Shards of glass were embedded in her skin, blood seeping slowly down her arms.

"Lydia?! Who the fuck else!" Yelled the Russian captain in annoyance and grab her by hair, yanking her head up and stared into her eyes. She gave back a cold, dead stare.

"Never heard the name before." He glared at her before smacking her and she hit the floor. She didn't even yelp. She kept stone silent. Tamara touched her lip, and felt blood. He split her lip. Before she could move she felt a kick to her stomach and the air was knocked out of her. She hit the floor again, clutching her stomach. The man crouched down besides her.

"I like it when girls play hard to get." Tamara lifted her head and spat in his face, laughing through the pain.

"I like it even more when the guy fails every time right you little Russian fuck?" He grasp her by the neck, pinning her to the floor. Even though in terrible pain, she smirked at him. "Like it rough don't you?"

Three...

"So you rather protect that little bitch huh? That little bitch who's caused chaos where ever she goes?!" He grasp Tamara's face since her body was weak due to the brutal beating but she refused to break. She refused to give in. "Huh?" She shook her head at his ignorance, while blood trickled down her face.

"Chaos? Is that what he told you? She brings chaos? Heh. And that's coming from the little bitch that couldn't bring his own damn self to say this shit to me! He had one of his own bitches to do his dirty work!" He back hand her and she simply raised her head and looked at him. "It's a shame how arrogant one can be." He snapped.

"Me? Arrogant? I have more self respect than you whore!"

Two...

"It's a shame how ones arrogance can be the death of them," he chuckled darkly as his fellow brothers held Tamara by her arms, restraining her, while she was on her knees her head hanging low. Her blood drip onto the floor as she panted. I opened my eyes and all I saw were his men above me. Watching. Not flinching. I clamp my hands over my mouth to prevent any noise to come out. I felt my heart pounding against my chest.

"Don't do it!" I cried in my head as I felt tears pour down the sides of my face.

"And it's a shame how ones stupidity will be the end of them," mumbled Tamara as she lifted her head with a smile. "My defiance is the death of me. Get that right. My arrogance made me open my eyes. That's the difference between you and me." The Russian captain pulled out a pistol and pulled back the top part, putting a bullet in place. He walked towards her as she stared at him. He pushed the pistol to her forehead, pushing her head a bit back.

"It's sad, you know. Someone as pretty, beautiful and young as you needs to go so suddenly." She chuckled.

"You humor me."

"Glad I made an impression," he joked coldly. "Any last words?"

"Tamara! Please!"

One...

"Yeah. Tell your 'Boss' that he'll never find her. Not now, not ever. And that the day he does find her is the day someone is going to put a bullet in his head!"

"Still hard headed even with a gun pointed at you. I like that."

"Well, sadly you ain't my type."

"That's too sad. I really thought we could've had something."

"Well sorry to disappoint you. This bitch here doesn't break to bastards." He shook his head. He didn't even say anything else. He pressed the gun closer to her head.

"I wish you took me up on my offer."

"Even in death Lydia, nothing can ruin the friendship we have," she mumbled softly but loud enough for me to hear. My eyes widen in terror.

Zero...

*Bang*

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.

I'm actually re-editing Save me. Please tell me how you like the re-edited version :3