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And this is almost the end :( I think after this one there will be one more chapter and that's it. This chapter has two 'special appearances', Henry and Jimmy, I hope you like to hear from the boys. But for tonight, here's a brand spanking new chapter...

Chapter the Twenty-First – Betrayal

I lost track of time. I managed to control the bleeding just enough to move Sully. I mean, we had to get as far away from this place as we could. I thought about taking him to the marina and wait for the coast guard there. But I soon realized he wasn't going to make it, so I racked my brain trying to think of a place where we could be safe. Because I was sure Henry wouldn't take too long to realize something was off. Then he would search for us and I had to make sure he wouldn't find us. That's how we ended here, in Kelly's old house, the one she moved out of as soon as she could after her mother's death.

This house brought me so many happy memories, even if they were now marred with sadness.

I broke in through the back door, away from the dirt path, where he wouldn't be able to see it, if he came looking for us here. Running towards the tree I had left Sully under I then took him inside. The last thing I did was try to cover our tracks. Shane and Jimmy had taught me how to look for one and also how to conceal it. So maybe I was being a little paranoid, it didn't matter to me, I wouldn't be taking any chances right now.

I took him to Kelly's old room, the one furthest from both doors, and put him on top of the bed. I cleaned my hands the best I could as I prepared to try and grope the depth of penetration of the wound and if the knife had hit any organ. Of course this was extremely difficult to do without a full surgery, something I couldn't possibly perform in here, but I would try my best. I graduated top of my class in Stanford, that had to count for something, right? Sully hissed in pain and mumbled something under his breath I didn't catch. Under the circumstances I took his response as a good sign, it meant he wasn't too far gone. Still, it pained me to see him like this.

He was pale and sweaty, slightly shivering and although the blood loss had reduced slightly, I knew he wouldn't hold up very long if I didn't stop it completely. And even if I managed that, he still needed immediate care. The tears welled up in my eyes and I started pacing, thinking about what my next step should be. Restlessness wasn't going to help me; it would only serve to fuel my anxiety which would lead to desperation. I took a deep breath and turned back to him, an idea already forming.

I set to find all I would need to help him, battling the pros and cons of such a procedure. I found an old knife and cleaned it; I turned on the stove, thanking god it was still working and finally let the knife came in contact with the flame. I searched the house for painkillers or alcohol, anything to help numb the pain, but found nothing, so I went to his side to prepare him. I had never done this before, but I couldn't think of another way, and I would not let him bleed to death.

I caressed his face and whispered, "I'm sorry, this will hurt…a lot, but I have to. You will die if I don't help you, and you can't die, I…" I got out before the tears clogged my throat and I couldn't speak anymore.

"J-Jamie… I love you…" he murmured.

I smiled through the tears. I kissed his lips softly and then went to retrieve the knife from the fire, before it became too hot. I pried Sully's lips open and put the belt in between his teeth, I then proceeded to cauterize the wound.

The whole thing was over in no more than a minute, but like I anticipated his reaction was violent. His eyes snapped open; he bit down hard on the belt and started to struggle, grunting like crazy. I had to use my entire body to keep him still and even so there was a moment when I almost burned myself. He soon passed out from the pain and I breathed a sigh of relief. I inspected the wound. It was blissfully closed and the healthy tissue around it wasn't burnt, which meant I hadn't overdone it. I just hoped he hadn't any internal bleeding or all of this would have been for nothing.

I bandaged the wound with some old sheets and then grabbed a few blankets to keep him warm, since I couldn't light the fireplace. Now all I had to do was run towards the marina and hopefully find help before Henry found me. I looked down at Sully and kissed him on the lips one last time before leaving with a heavy heart.

I didn't think I've ever ran as fast in my life. The adrenaline was pumping in my system, the fear and anger and pain only fueling my determination to get to the damn marina. I was close; I could already smell the sea breeze mixed with the burnt remains of the boats. That's when I heard his voice.

"Don't tell me you're planning to bail on me, Jamie," he said, repeating the same words he had told me a few days ago in my Candlewick bedroom.

I froze but turned quickly, his words to Sully still ringing in my ears, 'She has to go, man'. Henry stood on top of a small hill. On his hands glittered Wakefield's boarding knife. I gulped.

There were so many questions swirling in my head, but the only thing that left my lips was a chocked "Why?" as I tried to edge away from him. He noticed my movement and smiled once again. Only this wasn't one of his normal warm smiles, this was a cold one. I couldn't help but to think back to the first time I met him, the first time he smiled at me…

I was running along the beach. It was a perfect summer day for me, not too hot and with a constant refreshing breeze. I saw Jimmy and Shane near the water and ran to them. Just before I could get there a soccer ball hit me in the legs and sent me sprawling to the sand.

I yelled and both boys turned to me. Jimmy was by my side in an instant while Shane picked up the ball. Two figures came running towards us. I recognized Abby Mills immediately.

"Jamie are you okay?" Abby asked concerned. Jimmy helped me to my feet. There was a sting in my lip and my knees and hand hurt, but I nodded nonetheless.

"Who threw the ball?" Shane asked instead.

The boy I didn't recognize spoke then. "It was me," he smiled at me apologetically, "Sorry."

"Dunn, you hurt her, you really think a simple sorry is gonna cut it?" Shane said menacingly advancing towards the boy.

"It's just my lip Shane, no big deal," I lied. It was hurting, but I didn't want them to think I was weak. I was 8 after all, I was a big girl.

"But you're bleeding Shorty," he said, softening his tone with me and glaring at the boy.

"Stop calling me that!" I said exasperated. I turned to the boy and stuck my hand out. "I'm Jamie," I said looking at the boy stressing my name; the last thing I needed was another person calling me by that infuriating nickname. He took my hand and smiled again.

"I'm Henry, nice to meet you Jamie."

I could remember many other occasions when I saw him smile and I couldn't help but wonder: what made that sweet boy turn into this cold man? What could make him kill friends and family? And what about Trish?

"Why don't we play a game? You tell me where you stashed Sully and I tell you why?"

"I'm sick of your games!" I shouted at him. What the hell was wrong with him? I took a full step towards the marina and he dropped the smile, a hard look taking its place.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said in a cold voice.

I snorted, my anger rising to gigantic proportions. "And why the hell not? You want to kill me? That's fine by me, just don't expect me to lay down and accept it, you bastard!"

"If you do that, I'll kill Jimmy."

My heart stopped. My eyes widened and all my anger was replaced with fear; the kind of fear that grips you so tight in its claws that stops every movement and thought. He smirked and approached and just like that I lost the only advantage I had: the distance separating us.

He raised his hand to me, as if he was going to caress my cheek; instead he grabbed a fist full of my light brown hair and pulled my head near him. I yelped and tried to pry his fingers open.

"Where is he, Jamie? Is he even alive?" He growled in my ear.

I turned to him, with what I hoped was a fierce look and hissed, "Go to hell!"

He looked in my eyes for a long moment, and then sighed, as if he was suddenly tired. "I see, so you saved him. You must be a better doctor than I gave you credit for. Too bad such a talent will go to waste."

"What are you talking about?" I asked panicked.

"Your eyes don't lie. They gave you away. Now, be a good girl and tell me: where is he?"

I pretended to think for a little while then answered through gritted teeth, "Go. To. Hel-" Before I could finish Henry threw me, face first into a tree. I tasted blood in my mouth and then blacked out.

Henry's Interlude

Henry looked down at the unconscious girl with contempt. He shook his head as he picked her off the floor and started carrying her. She was a thorn on his side as it was, the last thing he needed was to have someone from the coast guard stumbling upon them. Killing someone and concealing its body took time, and he was late already.

He had known something was wrong when he found Abby and Jimmy coming from the boathouse without Jamie. Tricking them into following him to the church had been difficult, what with Jimmy already suspecting something, but he did it. With those two taken care of he went in search of Jamie. He had a feeling she might try and find Sully, so he went to the place he had killed him, only to find nothing but bloodied dirt. He cursed under his breath and took off towards the marina, guessing she would try to find the Coast Guard's chopper.

He shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts of his failure, and looked at the girl in his arms sighing. He had invited her as just another one of his experiences, the opportunity had presented itself and he felt it was much too good to pass up. If only he had known…

It was fluke, or maybe Chloe had been right all along, Jamie had a stupid hero complex and that had unwittingly messed up his plan. How he wished he could just kill her and be done with. But no, she had to go and save Sully, and now he had to take her with him. He grunted as he dropped her to the floor not that gently.

But as he handcuffed her, a smile made its way across his face. If he was lucky, he would find Sully easily, thus tying the last loose end and then he would take a great pleasure in killing Jamie Mance.

With that comforting thought Henry Dunn went to work. After all, he still had a church to burn.

End of Henry's Interlude

The soft surface below me moved. I scrunched my face and it hurt. I tried to think through the haze of pain, still with my eyes closed. By the movement I gauged I was on a vehicle, a car or something. I opened my eyes to face the back of two seats. I then tried to sit up, when I realized my arms were bound behind my back. Where were we going? And what about Jimmy and Abby? He had implied he had, at least Jimmy, was he lying? Was my brother already dead? I felt the panic rise with each question that my muddled mind threw at me.

I took a deep slow breath. Panicking wasn't going to help me out of this situation. I needed to keep my wits about me. I continued my slow breathing, allowing the pain and confusion to recede to their minimal levels.

The car stopped and I closed my eyes immediately, better for him to think I was still out cold; it would give me a small advantage. I heard a door open and close. A few seconds passed and the same two sounds occurred, but this time with a greater time passing in between, as if he had taken something out of the car. When I was sure the steps were gone I tried to sit up, using my legs this time. It took me a while, but I did it.

I looked around searching for a way out. As far as I could see we were in the woods, which didn't help me that much considering the abundance of woods on this island. I then focused on the inside of the car and myself. I twisted my body to try and see what Henry had bound me with. When that didn't work I tried to use the rear-view mirror. I caught the silver shine of a pair of handcuffs and cursed. Why couldn't it have been rope?

I looked out the window again. Suddenly Henry appeared. I scooted away as best as I could from the window, but he made no move to open the door. He stepped out of my line of vision with a smirk on his face. I saw him open the trunk of the car; he took something out and then closed it.

It was only when he was already well away from the vehicle that I noticed what he had taken out of the car and blanched. It was my brother and I couldn't help the scream that tore out of me at the sight of Henry dragging Jimmy off to somewhere. He had him, just like he implied back in the forest, the only thing I didn't understand was why. Don't get me wrong, I was glad my brother was alive but why not kill Jimmy right away? I knew why Henry had taken me; he needed to know where Sully was, so he could finish the job. I felt the tears prickle my eyes as my thoughts drifted to Sully. But I took another deep breath and calmed myself as I mulled over what Henry's motives could be.

The door behind me swung open so suddenly I jumped in surprise. I expected a similar treatment as the one I received back in the forest, but instead he grabbed my arm, although roughly, pulling me out of the car.

"Where are we? What did you do to Jimmy? Where are you taking me?" He squeezed my arm again enough to leave as mark and making the circulation difficult. I winced and tried to shake him off, to no avail.

"Tsk, tsk, so many questions… My offer still stands you know? Tell me where he is and I answer all you questions," he said almost absentmindedly, as he dragged me off to somewhere.

I snorted, "That would be before or after you killed him?" I wasn't really expecting a response, but he gave me one nonetheless.

"Before."

I shuddered with revulsion. His tone never changed; never wavered. It was if he felt nothing, as if we were casually talking about the damn weather. It made me angry.

"You are a real bastard. How many did you kill? Friends and family mean nothing to you?" I shouted in his grasp.

"All they ever did was lie and betray me," he said in the same unaffected voice, dragging me along.

"Who lied? Who betrayed you? JD? Trish? Abby?"

I knew I hit a nerve when he turned me sharply towards him, eyes blazing; it was the first show of emotion I had seen after he let his mask fall. Did that mean Abby was still alive? I thought puzzled.

"I would never hurt Abby," he growled.

"You worked with the man that killed both her parents, you killed her friends, you help that monster terrorize her for almost a week, and you really think you haven't hurt her already?" He was delusional if he believed in that.

His hands on my arms squeezed again, making me wince. He looked so angry I felt the fear creep back into my bones. "You talk too much, Jamie. Has anyone told you that?"

"It's hard to hear the truth, isn't Henry?" I sneered, not wanting him to know just how much freaked out I was.

He backhanded me, choosing to let go of me at the moment of impact so I went flying to the ground. "See what you make me do? All you had to do was tell me where Sully is; instead you choose to piss me off. What is wrong with you?" He shouted.

I rolled where I had landed so I could see his face. "With me? You're the one that killed, that betrayed, that lied. You're a monster Henry, just like Wakefield," I spat.

On that moment, watching him tower over me, a dark look on his face, something came back to me. Karena's words, from the bachelorette party…

"Be careful! Be very careful… I see danger… betrayal… and you'll need to be brave. My poor child you'll need to be so brave…"

So she was right… Who would've thought? His dark laugh and his next words broke me from that reverie.

"What can I say? Like father like son."

My eyes bulged at the revelation. "You're…You're Wakefield's child?" Then another one hit me and I breathed, "You're Abby's brother?"

"Half-brother!" He shouted again, before kicking me in the gut. Better be a foot than his knife but it still hurt like hell. I laid in the fetal position trying to recover my breath. The only things that seemed to affect Henry had to do with Abby. In my head I analyzed his attitude towards my friend with new eyes and I finally understood something: Henry must love Abby.

"You love her. She's your sister, you know that and you still love her? You're sick Henry," I whispered.

He heard and for that I got another kick. I thought I heard something break, but couldn't be sure. All I could seem to focus was the ever growing pain. He kneeled down beside me, grabbing by my hair again and whispering, "You will have to learn to control that tongue of yours, or I swear I'll cut it out. Now, where is Sully?" He growled, anger coloring his words.

My by now trademark response was fired immediately and Henry tensed. He pulled me to my feet and this time he punched me. That's when the anger blinded me and I started to fight back. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest move on my part but I was sick of being that bastard's punching bag. Kicking and biting every part of him I could reach, occasionally using my body as leverage, I attacked Henry. Of course it didn't take long for him to have the upper hand. He wasn't hurt, or tired, or hungry, like I was.

I was out of breath and full of pain and already down on the gorund. I rolled over to try and spot Henry, but the darkness was closing in on my vision. The last image that my mind held was of Henry towering over and retrieving his clasp knife from his pocket.

Jimmy's Interlude

Jimmy was exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally. Who would've thought a wedding would end in such disaster? Better yet, who would've known Henry Dunn of all people was the one conspiring with the murderer? He sure as hell wouldn't, he saw in Abby's eyes that she didn't either, hell, Jimmy doubted even Shane, for all the big guy's hostility towards the summer kids, would've imagined something so macabre of Henry.

His arms and legs ache from the long time he has passed in the same position, although he can't really say how long it has been. He doesn't know where he is or even why Henry hasn't killed him yet. The only thought that occupied Jimmy's mind at that moment was the bastard's words.

Henry killed Jamie. The bastard taunted Jimmy with the knife he had used to, in the bastard's own words, "Gut your little sister." The fisherman had screamed his rage and sorrow through the gag; he had squirmed like crazy, trying to get free so he could kill the man that stood before him. Not caring that he was probably rubbing his wrists raw or he could dislocate a shoulder. All the while said man, the bastard, just stood there, smirking, as if bathing in the pain he had caused. Jimmy had been so distraught he didn't dare ask about Abby, he was sure he wouldn't be able to hear she was dead too.

Jimmy was left alone a little while after. He hung his head and couldn't help but feel her death was his fault. He was her big brother; he should've protected her that was his duty. He sniffed. Jimmy remembered with vivid clarity the first time he had been informed of his big brother's duty…

Jimmy was 5. His family was having fun at the beach. He was building a sandcastle, and was determined to make it the biggest sandcastle anyone had ever made. The only potential obstacle was his almost 4 years-old sister.

He eyed the girl in question, happily babbling to their mother back where they had left their things. Satisfied he wasn't going to be interrupted, the boy started. He was maybe half way into it when he saw her coming towards him.

The little boy panicked. She would ruin everything! Running nearer to the water, he dug a hole, one deep enough for the younger girl and when she was just upon his castle he dragged her to the hole, sitting her inside.

Jamie scrunched her face, as if to start crying, but Jimmy shushed her with a hug and a kiss to her little forehead. He had discovered a few weeks ago that he could calm her down with that, and had used that technique many times since then.

Happy that tragedy had been avoided the boy returned to his castle. That's when a shrill cry echoed around the beach. His eyes fell upon his sister form and Jimmy saw his mom and dad run to the young girl's side.

More than a little worried Jimmy walked towards his family, now gathered around Jamie. She quieted down some when their mother scooped her up and started to rub her little back, but he could still see the fat tears cascading down her reddened face.

Their mom asked what had happened. When Jamie finished telling the story, their mother threw him a scolding look while his father dropped to his knees, so that he was leveled with Jimmy and looked him straight in the eye. "You have to be more careful with your sister, Jimmy. You're her big brother, you can't hurt her and you can't let anyone hurt her. When mommy and I can't do it, you have to protect her. That's you duty as the older brother. You understand me?"

Jimmy nodded and mulled his dad's words, vowing then and there never to fail Jamie again.

But he had failed, hadn't he? She was dead. Feeling as if a part of him had died, Jimmy allowed the tears that had accumulated steadily on his eyes fall. The darkness soon invaded the shed where he was, but he barely noticed. After all, the darkness that now resided on his chest was much greater than the one that surrounded him.

End of Jimmy's Interlude

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