Alone
CSI characters are not mine… originals are…
This is not a Mary Sue… and I assure you… I do have a plan as to where this is going so just bear with me… okay? Alright… time for the plot twist…
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Chapter 7
It had been five months since we had told Jamie's parents about her being pregnant. They had started to accept the situation now and were being rather supportive.
Jamie was about eight months now and we were all extremely paranoid. I felt like these babies were mine, though in fact they weren't. I knew I'd love them like they were and I couldn't wait to see them.
I had gone out to the store, less than two blocks away to get whatever weird combination of food Jamie had been craving, the latest, peanut-butter, pickles, and M&M's. My cell phone let out its shrill ring. "Hello?" I asked. I looked at the number. It was Jamie's cell. This got my attention. "What's wrong Jamie? Talk to me" I said into the phone. "Jamie!"
I heard a faint mumble. "Greg… help…" I heard her say faintly.
"What's wrong?" I yelled into the phone.
It was silent for a moment. "Your dad... help… at your house…" she managed. Then I heard several screams. I ran as fast as I could back to my old house, which was now abandoned.
I approached the two-story house which I used to live in and heard muffled crying coming from inside. 'At least she's alive' I thought, slowly making my way towards the door. There's no telling what my father could do to her, I had to play it safe. I stood off to the side of the entrance to the room, my back pressed against the wall. "Greg…" she coughed. "Please hurry…"
I chanced a glance into the room. My father was looking out the window, Jamie was on the ground crying, her arms wrapped around her round stomach. "So my son knocked you up?" he said, glaring at her.
Jamie sobbed harder, "Why are you doing this?" she asked, wiping at a tear that was streaming down her face.
"Because, you make my son happy," he said, coldly, "and we just can't have that now, can we?" I saw him pull a gun on her.
"NO!" I shouted, but it was too late, there was a loud blast, then another, and another. She had to be dead; no one could've survived that. I leapt for my father, managing to get the gun out of his hands. I aimed and fired. Boom! Boom! Boom! Three times… He fell backwards onto the floor, blood seeping out of the wounds.
"Jamie, wake up! Please wake up, Jamie, please" I begged, I ran my hand over her face. "Please Jamie, I'm so sorry," I cried. I gently kissed her. "I love you," I said quietly before I walked away.
I couldn't stay there. I couldn't, not when the one thing I'd been living for had just been so cruelly taken away from me. I walked away, not looking back, for if I did, I knew I never would have been able to stop, and I knew I had to. My father had killed the love of my life her son and her daughter, which would have been mine to love, had that bastard not done what he had done.
I walked to the bus station, the blood on my hands never came off no matter how hard I tried, my ears were still ringing, and I flipped my shirt inside out to conceal the blood on it. I boarded a bus to Vegas where my older sister was in college and had no intention of ever going back.
Wasn't that a nice plot twist…? I assure you… I am far from finished. Review please…!