Safe
All he was trying to do was keep you safe but he only killed you instead.
After watching the summer finale last night, I just had to write something about it. I think the problem with my other story is so much has happened on the show since I last added to it that now it's so overwhelming trying to get back on track. Anyway, I'm starting another one-shot, maybe a little more, to get out the Haleb ideas from newer episodes. I do not own rights to Pretty Little Liars.
You and the other girls hadn't heard back from Caleb or even Emily. The three of you realized you had gone to the wrong building and that Caleb must have found Emily. You followed the GPS to the other lighthouse.
Visions of Caleb laying things out on your bed flashed through your head. Surely he was ok though. He had to be ok. You just kept telling yourself he was ok.
You knew something was wrong when the ambulance sped past you with sirens blaring. You felt it in the pit of your stomach.
"You don't think that's for Emily do you?" Aria choked out as Spencer pressed the acceleration harder.
You hadn't thought that it might be Emily that was hurt, not that you didn't love her and weren't worried about her. Something just told you it wasn't her this time.
Unfortunately it seemed the car you were in was following the ambulance. When they stopped so did you. There was yellow caution tape keeping you from the scene of the crime. Blue lights, red lights. It was all so bright and loud but you were so numb to what was going on around you. You just scanned the area for the two faces you needed to see.
You found one of them being talked to by the police. Thank God Emily was ok. She was standing there so she had to be...wait...that's blood...no...please. Don't let that be blood on her hands. You looked to the other police officers, hoping to see the other person you needed to hold. Only Paige.
A gurney appears out of nowhere and you hold your breath. The body is covered by a sheet. There is no immediate sense of urgency. Whoever is under that blanket is dead.
Oh God...Caleb. And the next thing you know, the only thing keeping you off the ground is the weight of someone's body supporting you and hugging you. Emily is there with her arms around you, rambling about how sorry she is.
You had known something was up when you came back into your room and saw his jerky movement trying to hide what he was packing. You should've been stricter about how you felt about that. You should have told him "no". You should've made him take the ammo out of the gun and you should've checked his bag before you left.
You should've done something-anything-to make sure that gun stayed in the drawer but you pushed it to the back of your mind and now you're paying for it.
You're hyperventilating and the world is spinning and the lights are bright. Everything is moving a million miles a second but painfully slow at the same time. The noises around you fade into white noise and you can't hear a thing. You're entirely focused on getting a glimpse at the dead body, even just a lock of hair to prove it's him-or better yet, not him.
Then another gurney comes rushing past and into the ambulance. This time there is a desperate urgency with each movement the EMTs make.
The face you needed to see is pale and the chest you were sleeping on just a few hours ago is covered in blood. His shirt hangs around him, obviously cut off his limp body.
You scream. You cry. Fight your weight out of the support system holding you up and try to get under the police tape but you're stopped before you can go anywhere. You aren't related so you can't rush to him and get in the ambulance to hold his hand and push his hair back.
The girls drag you to the car and follow the ambulance.
You aren't going too fast so he must not be dying. But no you jinxed yourself because at that second the sirens are on and the ambulance is speeding so much you can't keep up.
You lose consciousness in the back seat of Spencer's car.
How can you ever continue on if he dies, especially like this?
