Jade's POV
I held out the gun to Beck and he stared at me in shock. It may have not been what he expected, but there was no way in hell I was going to let him die.
It wasn't actually that hard anyway. Not deciding I would die for Beck, when I told Parker I had chosen myself I fully meant it, but when Beck kissed me an idea struck me. I slipped my hand inside his pocket, reaching his gun and hiding it as I pressed myself up against Parker and watched that sick smile forming on his face. So I slid my gun up to his chest and braced myself. For a moment I wasn't sure I was going to be able to pull the trigger. I wasn't sure I was actually going to be able to kill a man in cold blood. But I conjured up the courage, thinking what would happen to me, what would happen to Beck if I didn't. So I pulled the trigger.
I guess I was now a murderer.
Or are you a murderer for murdering a murderer. I really don't know.
I turned to face Beck.
"I suppose you'll be wanting this back." I said and he was still staring in shock. But suddenly something clicked inside of him. And he ran over to me, kissing me like there was no tomorrow, which for us, a second ago, there almost wasn't.
It couldn't last forever though, there was a corpse lying next to us. I pulled away, "Is he still alive?" I asked Beck and he lent down to check his pulse reluctantly.
"Holy shit" Beck swore, "He's got a pulse." I lent down next to him and very slowly Parker opened his eyes before screaming in pain.
He snarled at me, "You little bitch."
Beck slapped him in the face, "Don't you dare talk to her like that. I should leave you here to die." I put my face into Beck stomach, I may be Jade West but I couldn't watch a guy die twice. "But I won't." I pulled my face up for long enough to see the shock on Parker's face. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for Jade. Being a murderer would kill her." As much as I hated it, I knew Beck was right, if Parker died by my hand it would haunt me forever.
Beck continued, "The bullet didn't go through your heart, so if you get to hospital soon you won't die. I am going to leave you my phone and you are going to call the police."
"You will admit to everything, and I mean everything. And we will never see a glimpse of you again. Ever. "I finished for him and Parker nodded painfully. Beck reached into Parker's pocket and pulled out first his gun which he handed to me and I put it into my pocket. Next he got out the phone and dialled 911, putting it on speaker phone. While it rang me and Beck ran from the cemetery.
When we were almost home I turned to Beck. "You know, for a moment I thought you were going to leave me.
"I would never leave you, I'm here forever."
"What about your sister?" I still had doubts.
"Okay, so I became friends with you because you were a last link to Jade. And for a while I loved you as a sister and I know you loved me as a brother for a while. But then something clicked, and we started dating and now I love you in a completely different way." I smiled.
"What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." I quoted.
"And now I would love you if your name was Ashley, or Disney or even, god forbid Mary Sue. Jade, I want to be with you forever, today made me realise this. Or made me realise what I knew all along." He got down on one knee, and I looked at him, knowing that if he asked, what I would say.
"Jade will you marry me? I know you want a career and I don't want to tie you done, so I'm not saying now, but sometime, eventually. But I don't want to tie you down so if you say no I will be absolutely fine."
"Beck, you don't tie me down. You lift me up. Of course I will marry you."
"Eventually…" Beck added
And it filled me with joy to think one day I would be standing in the aisle with Beck, being joined to him forever. I mean…
What's in a name, anyway?
Tricked you! Anyway I'm going to put up an epilogue and I'm planning a sequel, although I have no idea when that will happen. I will need some OCs for the sequel though, and I will put up a form eventually. Also, sorry about the kind of short chapter.
