Emily screamed her name over and over again. As if this would somehow make the girl on the floor open her eyes. She just wanted to see those big, beautiful, green eyes that held so many captivated. To see her chest rise and fall steadily, instead of the pure stillness it was currently sporting.
Emily refused to let her go, she feared if she let go she would never be able to hold the girl again. The paramedics kept telling her she needed to let go, but she couldn't hear them. She couldn't comprehend what everyone around her was saying.
The paramedics began working on the girl as someone picked Emily up and held her back. Eli was fighting and screaming against the person holding her. She needed to be with the girl on the cement. Although she couldn't see his face, she would know that cologne anywhere, it was Derek.
Emily couldn't understand why he was holding her back. She needed to be with the girl on the floor. The girl who was bleeding out of a gunshot wound to her chest. The girl who never should have been here, the girl who never should have gotten this close.
The girl was placed in the ambulance with the paramedics working feverishly on her. They told Emily there was no more room to ride in, and they drove off.
Emily was left limp in Derek's arms. He held her as she cried for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only minutes. Derek gently whispered, "I'm driving you to the hospital, she needs you right now."
Emily put on her famous composure and got up out of his arms and walked over to the man responsible for the girl lying on the floor, and took out her gun. Glock 19. One bullet left. Emily aimed it at his heart, the same place the girl had been shot. "I told you I would kill you," she said. A gunshot went off.