A/N: Last chappie guys. Hope you enjoy. Well, I think it's quite sad, but. . .there could more more! I don't want to write another A/N at the end cos I think it'll spoil it, so, thanks for your reviews, I really appreciate them. And watch this space for more (though it could be a while.)
Lots of love
Silver Bell
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Chapter Fifteen: The End
Icing wakes, her head heavy, she can smell the blood and puts her fingers up to where her head hurts most, and feels the blood matting her hair. She tries to move all her limbs, they all seem to work. She reahces for her seatbelt, lot of good that did her, and unclasps it, rolling out of the car. As she rolls over the passenger seat, she realizes that Harley isn't there. She stands up, hand held to her head, trying to numb the pain searing through her body and escaping her skull as blood. She takes a few tentative steps forward, that appear as staggering.
"Harley?" she attempts to shout, but she cannot find her voice so it comes out more of a whisper. "Harley?" she tries again, getting stronger, now of the sound of talking. The next time though, she yells. "HARLEY!" She walks a further few steps, shouting, screaming the name of her cousin, not wanting to be the last one left, knowing that the next one to die, would be her. "Harley!" There's no sound, not even birds distubed from a nights sleep by the crash and the shouting. "Harley!" The trees are silent, there's no wind to rustle the leaves, nothing to give Icing even the slightest comforting sound. She kneels and cries, and doesn't stop crying.
An hour and a half later, she's still on her kness, crying her heart out when the sirens of police cars stop just on the road, twenty yards away, but Icing cannot see them.
They stop to look in the other car, the driver is gone, two cars carry on down the highway, in case the smashed car was just coincidence. As the police officers left are organzing a tow truck to come and pick up the smashed car, Icing stagers out of the trees.
"Help," she barely whispers. "Help," before falling onto the nearest policeman who helps support her, sitting her down in one of the police cars and gives her water.
"Where's Harley?" they all ask, and Icing merely points back to the woods to let them know that she's gone, that when they search the woods they'll find one more dead body, of the same family, strangled. Police call for backup, and then take flashlights out of cars, and head into the woods, two police staying with Icing.
They take her to the nearest town, staying with her in the police station, while she sleeps on a makeshift bed, worn out, while they call a paramedic to see to her head, the bleeding had slowed, but there was still an open wound, that might need stitching.
The next morning, after hours of searching and hundreds of police, Harley's body is brought out of the woods. Icing's mother, joins her minutes later, returning from her cruise, to find all but one of her children dead.
Minnesota Hemmings never recovered from that vacation. She never got over the deaths of her brother, sister and cousins, her closest friends. She died six weeks after of a broken heart. Her mother, left childless, tried to rebuild her life for three months, but commited suicide twenty five weeks after the first death.
They are all buried together in Texas.
Rest In Peace