Hey guys, sorry I'm late for updating. I've been on vaca for 2 weeks, one week at girls camp(which was horrible), and the other week in Palmyra, NY with my family. We rented this cool old house, but unfortunately the water smelled of metal and tasted really bad, but anyway I'm back to regular water and showers and technology! While on vaca, I wrote a very big chapter for you to make up those days I didn't update so, yay! Here it is and lets try to get to 80 reviews since I made this one a long one!
And two more things, Region and District asked a good question. Liam and Ramon are working for the Edison Group, Russell told everyone about them, and
Please Don't Swear, thanks.
(D pov)
I ran as fast as I could up the steps, scared out of my mind.
Chloe please be all right, please! I'm coming!
As I reached the top, step, I caught a whiff of Liam's scent. It made me see red and sent my blood boiling.
I finally reached the closet, only to find Liam's back to me. He was crouched down, looking at something in the back of the closet.
Chloe
I let out a growl and lunged at him. At the last second he turned and faced me. We both tumbled to the ground me pining him to it. I looked into the closet, thinking that Chloe was there, but all I saw was a big black hole in the wall.
"Chloe?" I yelled, hoping that she would answer me. She didn't.
I glared down at Liam.
"Where. Is. She?" I growled in his face.
"I don't know!" He growled back. "She just disappeared down that hole."
I looked back at the hole. It looked way to small for me. But I had to try.
I looked back at Liam, and let my rage run fluidly through my fist as I punched him square in the face.
After hearing the satisfying crunch of his nose, and making sure he was unconscious, I quickly searched for a flashlight and successfully squeezed myself through the hole feet-first, until I got to my shoulders. By then I realized that my feet still haven't touched the ground yet.
I squeezed my shoulders through, my hand grabbing the edge of the hole, and pointed my flash-light to the ground.
No Chloe.
I jumped the rest of the way, landing on my feet like a cat.
I hate cats.
I crouched to the ground, and saw a pool of liquid. I dipped my fingers in it and brought it up to my nose. I took one sniff and froze.
Blood…
…Chloe's blood.
I shot to my feet.
"Chloe?"
No answer.
"CHLOE?" My voice echoed.
I pointed my flashlight in front of me, and found a set of steep stairs. Down the stairs, I found trails of fresh blood. I dashed down the stairs following the trail, terrified at what I would find at the end.
My breaths became ragged and short as I came to the last step. As I stepped onto the floor, my shoe made a squishing sound as it stepped into blood. I didn't even have to look to know that it was blood. The metallic small rolled around the room making my stomach queasy.
Under all of the blood, I smelt something else, something that smelt like strawberry's.
My flashlight showed me what was at my feet. It was a delicate, white hand with a pool of blood under it. It was the same hand that I would sometimes hold in mine.
My heart clenched, squeezing so hard it was tough to breath, as my flashlight trailed up a arm over a shoulder up a neck, and landed finally, on the angelic face that I would know anywhere. The one I loved so dearly.
My mouth shaped her name, but no sound came out, only a wine and a shaky breath.
Chloe
I fell to my knees beside her head, and checked her pulse.
Nothing.
I laid my head right over her heart.
Nothing. Nothing at all!
She's dead.
My eyes burned. Chloe's dead.
"Chloe…" I whispered. "No."
I gathered her up in my lap, my clothes getting soaked in her blood.
I didn't even give it a first thought.
I trailed my knuckles up and down her cheek, and noticed my hands were shaking. It wasn't just my hands, it was my whole body.
"Chloe, please don't leave me! Please—" My throat caught, and my heart shattered. It hurt so much that I was in physical pain and agony. I gently lift her head to mine and laid my head on her forehead as my hot tear fell form my eyes to hers.
My shaky breaths now turned into sobs that echoed the room.
"This is all my fault…all my fault!"
I finally subdued the sobbing to say the three words I've always wanted to say to her.
"Chloe…I love you."
So there it is, and again, PLEASE DON'T SWEAR. Lets get 80 reviews, and please don't comment more that once to get a higher # of reviews, I would like a variety of people. Thanks guys! You're the best!
