There's no sympathy for the dead - chapter XXVIII


This chapter is the last one of this fic, some days later I'll upload the epilogue. As always, thanks to all of you for the reviews, I hope not to let you down with the end of this fic, and you know that I always love it when you write me a review telling me your opinion. I don't use to write endings like this one, haha, so I hope you like it too. By the way, for those who are reading "When love met destruction" too, I'm sorry for not updating it, but I need Juliet's part to end the next chapter...


It had been nearly eight months since the death of Carlos Bieber and the teacher Mal Vavisco, and the school year had ended a few days ago. It was Amy's and Emilie's birthday, who were at the Bye To The Dawn –the alternative pub in the square where Max lived–, where Escape The Fate sat by their side after the grueling show they just had in there. The boys asked for a beer and rested on the sofa where they sat until after a few minutes later, Robert, and Bryan Omar rose.

"Are you leving yet?" Asked Emilie, who was sitting on Max's lap.
"We're going to the car, just a moment." Robert replied, smiling. "We come back now."

Five minutes later, the three boys had returned with two bags in each hand.
"What the...?" Amy said, wondering and being suspicious.
"You only turn eighteen once in life, girls." Omar gave them a bag to each one, and so did Bryan and Robert.
"Boh, but you didn't have to not give us anything." Scolded Amy, still smiling, and taking the three bags offered.
They both opened their gifts; Emilie received a gas mask from the Russian army, an album of The Red Shore, and two drumsticks –even if she couldn't play drums, she'd always wanted that–; while Amy received a pendant with a white gold key, a book of Shakespeare, and a guitar pick. They smiled and thanked the boys, giving them a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Us." Ronnie said with an impish grin, pointing to himself and Max. "We have another gift. When you get home, look under your pillows."

Amy, Emilie and Ronnie got into Max's car –Ronnie and Amy in the back seats, Max and Emilie in the front seats–, to leave the girls in front of their house. Ronnie got out of the car along with Amy and escorted her to the door, while the other couple was alone in the car.
"Don't you come with me?" She whispered, standing on all fours, supporting her legs in her seat and her hands on Max's seat.
"Noo, you silly, not today." He answered with a smile, then she gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Come ooon, Max, don't be silly." She said as she unbuttoned her hoodie and discovered her shoulders, moving closer to her boyfriend. "My mother is at work, and we can spend the night together." She kept going closer to him until her lips touched Max's ear, and took off her hoodie. "And we could lock ourselves in my room."

"Don't provoke me, eh." He replied with a mischievous smile. "Today you have to see your gift and think of an answer; tomorrow by morning I'll go to your house so you tell me." He held her by the waist, and started gently stroking the girl's sides while he got closer to her lips. "You'll see, then we will spend so many nights together that you'll end up getting tired of me." He kissed her tenderly, while she stroked his face with one hand, playing with his hair.

Emilie got out of the car after she said goodbye to Max, passing Ronnie, who returned to the car after having said goodbye to Amy. They greeted each other with a smile, and Emilie entered the house, closing the door behind her, and just in time to hear a hysterical scream of his sister, which came from upstairs.
"Amy!" She screamed, frightened, and quickly climbed the stairs as she could feel the beating of her heart going faster and faster. "Are you okay! Amy!" According she came upstairs, her sister pushed her to her room without saying a word, just little hysterical screams. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Stop talking and hurry to look at your gift now!" She threw Emilie upon her bed, who, angry, raised the pillow and found a black envelope with a "666" in red paint on it, it was obvious that it was from Max. "Open it, open, open!"
"Now, now, fuck, I'm on it!" Emilie shouted as she opened the envelope, already with a nerve attack because of the screams of her sister.

"What do you think?" Asked Amy, already calmer but still with a smile from ear to ear across her face.
"A flight to California... tomorrow afternoon?" Emilie read, unable to believe what her eyes where seeing.
"Exactly! And one way, which means..."
"We're going to live with them to America!" She screamed, pouncing on her sister in a hug, making both fall on the bed.

"Girls?" They heard their mother into the house, shutting the door of the hall. "Are you home?" She left the bags in the hall and the keys on a table, and then met with her daughters down the stairs. "Emilie, Amy! Apologies for not having come home earlier, you know, work..." She hurriedly say while hugging them tightly. "Happy birthday!" The two sisters looked at each other, and then Amy said:
"Mom, we need to talk." They three sat in the living room, the girls wondering how to say that and fearing the reaction of their mother, who stared at them scared and confused. "Mom, Ronnie and Max gave us a flight to California..."
"Are you going to spend the summer?" Their mother asked with a smile.

"We're gonna live there, mom." Emilie continued softly. "Max has to return home this month, and Ronnie misses America."
"But girls, are you going to have a place to live? And how will you make money?" She was beginning to get nervous, worried about what might happen there.
"We'll continue studying, while looking for work. Also, the families of these two are in the U.S., so we'll always have a place to stay." The mother of both sighed, ran her hands over her face and leaned back on the couch.
"When does the plane take off?" She said finally, trying to calm down.
"Tomorrow at four o'clock in the evening, Max said he would come to pick us up the morning. I guess we'll carry us to the airport."

"I'll send money every month, okay?" She sighed again, breathing deeply. "Promise me that you'll be well, that I'll know of you often and, if things go wrong, you'll return." She paused. "And now to pack up and then to sleep, come on. And grab the bags in the hall, that I bought you those New Rock boots you love so much." The girls rose to warmly embrace their mother, elated by the decision, and went up the stairs to their bedrooms.

It was one o'clock, and the sisters were with their respective boyfriends in two taxis on their way to the airport –the idea was to get all four in one, but there was no space for the amount of suitcases that had them all–. The first thing they did as they arrived at the airport was to check in, and then search a place to sit for a while until it was time to board the plane, when they met Robert, Bryan and Omar.
"And you here?" Asked Emilie, confused.
"Haven't they told you? We're all going to America!" Bryan replied with a smile on his face.

At four in the afternoon, the seven friends were already seated on the plane that took off when they've had already been sitting there for half and hour. Emilie was nervous, she had no idea what the future might bring, because in a few hours they would had left almost everything behind, starting a new life. Although she had always wanted to leave this disgusting and despicable town where shed' grown up haunted by everything and everyone around her, she couldn't avoid that strange feeling inside. She was scared, really scared. She felt Max's hand gently caressing hers, and when she looked at her green eyes and met his smile, she knew that everything would be fine.


Emilie Scarlett & Juliet Rose.