CHAPTER NINETEEN

"Jack," Martha let out another sob. She couldn't believe that he was alive. She had thought that he would have been dead for sure. "You're alive," she exclaimed.

"It was a little tough, but I managed to get away from the bitch," Jack fobbed it off with a smirk.

"Yeah right. I bet she kicked your ass," Martha let out a small smile as she pushed herself even further away from Corey.

They both watched as Corey lay there; bleeding and struggling for air. He was starting to cough up blood and it was bubbling at his lips. Jack's eyes never wavered from him; he wanted to see him suffer.

"You think you've won? I'm not dead yet," Corey tried to laugh through his gasps. He flung his arm out and grabbed at Martha's ankle.

Sick and tired of playing this stupid game, Martha kicked Corey away from her and grabbed the gun that had previously fallen from Corey's hand. She flung herself around, and pointed it at him.

"Rot in hell Corey," Martha pressed her finger to the trigger and let out one single shot. Corey's head snapped backwards as a small red line fell from the centre of his fore-head and down his face.

Frozen to the spot, Martha's eyes lingered on Corey's dead body. He was dead. He was finally dead. He couldn't hurt anybody else anymore.

"It's over," Martha slowly spun around to face Jack.

Jack nodded. "It's over," he agreed.

Martha took a few steps toward Jack and threw her arms around him. "You're okay", she whispered into his good shoulder.

"I'm okay," Jack put his arm around Martha's waist and head her tight. He wasn't really okay, but he didn't want to worry her.

Martha smiled and looked up into Jack's face. "And you look like shit," she grimaced.

Jack laughed as he looked down into her blue eyes. "Look who's calling the kettle black," he exclaimed.

Martha laughed as she pulled away from him. She turned around and walked back over to Corey's body. She leant down and searched through his pockets; looking for a phone. She sighed in relief when she found one tucked away in the pocket of his black jacket. She held it up for Jack to see. She would call her granddad and tell him that they were okay.

She then stood back up and walked back over to Jack and held her hand out for him to take. "Let's go home," she said as she looked down at his hand as he placed it within hers.

"Let's go," Jack nodded.

Walking out of the woods they said nothing to one another. What to say? Should Martha tell him about his mother? And how she was murdered by Corey's family? Should she tell him that Corey had killed her parents too? Along with the Mackenzie's, his own sister and Detective Baker She decided against telling him. She knew that now was not the right time.

Jack could feel his body becoming weary. He felt cold and was struggling to even walk back to the car. But once again, he didn't say anything. He didn't want to scare Martha.

"How bout you drive princess," Jack suggested as they reached the car.

"Okay," Martha shrugged as she stepped away from him and moved around to the driver's side door. She jumped in and patiently waited for Jack to join her.

Gathering himself, Jack fell into the passenger side seat. Martha looked over at him as he did so, and noticed him wincing. She could see that he was in pain. His face was pale and he didn't talk.

"Are you okay Jack?" she asked him; worry was etched across her face.

"Just drive Martha," Jack told her through clenched teeth. He didn't want to tell her. His wound was starting to bleed out and the entire side of his shirt was soaked in the gooey substance.

Giving up, Martha shrugged and turned the car on. She pulled the car onto the road and took off in the direction of home.

Jack's eyes slowly closed as Martha drove down the highway. As she turned her head to glance at him, she watched as he fell into a deep sleep. "Jack, wake up," she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Huh," Jack mumbled but didn't open his eyes.

Slamming on the brakes, Martha pulled the car to a stop. "Wake up," she said again louder. His eyes did not open.

Taking her hand, she placed it under his jacket to where he was shot earlier. Her palm met with a cold wetness. She knew what she would find when she pulled her hand away. Slowly pulling her hand out, she looked down at it in heartache. It was covered in blood; Jack's blood. His entire shirt was soaked.

He's dying, she thought to herself in sadness. Biting her bottom lip, she bit back the tears that were starting to sting her eyes. He was dying, and it was because of her. He saved her life, just to lose his own.

Pushing the pedal to the ground, she took of back down the highway. She grabbed at the phone that was sitting in her lap and quickly dialed her grandfather's number.

He'd know what to do.

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Looking to the road she tried to concentrate. Biting her bottom lip she bit back tears that were stinging her eyes. Pushing the pedal to the ground, she looked over at the sleeping body next to her. He saved her life just to loose his own.