OMIGOSH! BOTH REILLY AND VIVIAN ARE DEAD!!!
What ever will she do??
Senses Fail – All The Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues: "I'm betting dreams upon my paper wings because flying isn't just for kings. I take the stairs to the very top floor. I paid the super to leave open the door. A perfect sunset is sinking in the sky. I know my body is ready to fly. I start the countdown backwards from ten. When I reach one, my family name will end."
Chapter Seventeen—Vengeance
I woke up on the black leather couch, curled up against Edward. Alice was lying on the floor below us. Emmett was sitting in a swiveling chair pulled up next to the couch, and Jasper was sitting on the floor, leaned up against the couch. Rosalie was even in the room, sitting on the other side. Carlisle and Esme must've been downstairs; they were the only two not in the room.
I sat up, and everyone turned their eyes to me. Edward's arms suddenly clung around my shoulders as everyone stood up. Alice sat next to me, and Emmett sat on the other side. Jasper stood, and Rosalie approached the couch, as well. I simply sat there, not looking at any of them.
"Scottie…?" Edward whispered.
I did not answer.
"Scottie, please say you can understand me…"
"…you can understand me…" I echoed.
They all smiled and Alice and Emmett hugged me tightly, to the point I thought my bones may shatter.
"Scottie, I tried – we all tried to make it – please believe us. We were seconds too late. Malikai, he – he got away. I promise we'll get him… I promise we'll make him pay… We'll slaughter him. I promise-"
"Edward…Not now, please…" I closed my eyes and swallowed hard.
He took a deep breath and stood up, then left the room.
"Are you hungry?" Alice offered. "We can get you something." She stood, and then left the room.
"It may make you feel better." Emmett stood up, too, and left the room.
Jasper took my feet and turned them back onto the couch, stuffing a pillow under my head, being careful not to breathe in the scent of the sticky blood in my hair and on my face. Then, he, too, left the room. Rosalie said nothing at first, and then she pulled the swiveling chair directly across from me and sat down.
"Scottie, I'm so sorry for your loss. It is a terrible one indeed."
I couldn't make anything come out.
"If… You need anything… We might as well be your family now…"
I nodded my head and rolled over on the couch. I really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, no matter what it was about.
I thought to myself about how stupid I was. I never had the chance to explain to my mother or father the truth. They would never know or understand why I changed, why I acted the way I did, or said those things that were both hurtful and made no sense to them. I wanted them to know. I wanted them to understand. They loved me and wanted only the best for me, and I denied them the truth. But I couldn't have said anything; it was a way of protecting them. The last things I said to either of them were jumbled, confusing, and hurtful. My mother and I had been arguing just minutes – even seconds – before she died. My father had been crying, wanting me to except him again, just before he died. What kind of a person was I?
You're a monster. A wretch! You should die alone, like you so righteously deserve! What have you done?! The voice in the back of my head rang out. I wanted to kill myself. But then I thought about what my parents would want me to do... They would want me to live on happily, as though they were still with me. They would want me to grow and prosper, without regret or denial. And so I would; I at least owed them that.
I heard yelling and screaming downstairs. Edward's voice boomed over everyone else's, yet I couldn't focus enough to understand what they were saying. I rolled over, noticing Rosalie was gone (undoubtedly downstairs). I heard a door slam, and everything got quiet.
Alice appeared in the doorway.
"Scottie?"
I looked up at her with lifeless eyes.
"Scottie, Edward is furious." She said.
I wanted to know why, but couldn't make myself ask. It was all I could do to shift my weight and change positions on the couch.
"He's… he's going after Malikai."
I bolted upright.
"What?" I forced the words through, almost choking.
"He just came downstairs, and I was helping Emmett try and find you something to eat, and then Jasper came and sat at the table, talking to Carlisle and Esme. They were asking how you were, and he was filling them in and then, suddenly Edward came storming into the kitchen, saying that he was leaving. Jasper tried to tell him that he couldn't just leave you here with the way you're feeling, but it was like he exploded. He was just so mad, and Rosalie told him he was jumping into everything too soon. But we couldn't stop him. Now he's going after Malikai for revenge."
I stood up and ran for the stairs.
Not him, too… I thought. I can't lose him, too…
"Scottie, NO!" She yelled, dashing after me. "EMMETT!! JASPER! SOMEONE STOP HER!!"
I jumped at the last few stairs, but Jasper caught me in mid-air.
"You can't go after him!"
"Let me go! PLEASE, JASPER!" I wailed.
"No, Scottie!"
I struggled to get away from him, but his grasp was too powerful.
"I won't lose him, too!! I WON'T! LET ME GO!" I screamed.
Esme tried to calm me as Emmett assisted Jasper in securing me. I wasn't quite as strong as either of them, but I was no weakling.
"Let me go before my anger rises!" I felt my temperature trying to rise, and my voice was sharp, like a growl.
"Shhh, Scottie! You can't go after him now." Esme said. "He'll be fine."
"No!" I kicked and struggled. Getting away from the two of them was useless. I gave up when they had me on the floor, Jasper pinning me with my arms above my head and Emmett holding my legs. Esme was leaning over me as she sat on the floor, whispering to me that he would be fine. I had only one last idea.
Edward! Edward I know you can hear me! Please come back! Please! If I lose you too, I don't know what I'll do! I'm scared, Edward. Please, please don't go. I'm begging you. I'll kill myself if something happens to you! Please come back! Edward! EDWARD!!
