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Pete and Ross are both struggling to come to terms with the events of come find me… will life ever be the same again?
Save Me…
Prologue
Pain. A never ending pain. A constant ache. A constant reminder of what had been lost. What would never be the same again.
Nobody understood his pain. No one tried too. All he got from them was pity. Sympathetic glances, a comforting pat on the shoulder, a sorrowful squeeze. He didn't want it, and he didn't need it.
Everyone looked at him as weak and vulnerable. Ross hated it. He was neither of those things. And yet in a matter of weeks, that was exactly what he had been reduced too. A weak and pathetic version of himself who would never ever be able to stick up for himself again. Never be able to hold his own. He would be considered an invalid for the rest of his life.
He didn't want that for his life. But everything he seemed to want in his life always fell through his grasp somehow. Donna. Debbie. Now he had lost everything.
What was the point in carrying on?
Ross had been in a very dark place. A very dark place indeed. No one had so far helped him out of it. He just seemed to be spiralling deeper and deeper into depression.
That was what he had heard from Finn anyway. Finn was the only person that was allowed anywhere near.
Him. His dad. His mum. Had all been banned by Ross from visiting. It wasn't surprising really, he and Ross had never been close. He had just really hoped his little brother might start letting him in after what had happened between them. But so far no luck. He just needed time Pete reassured himself.
His mother and father were understandably in pieces. It must be terrible to be told your little boy had to have his leg removed and you weren't there to comfort him.
Emma had completely gone berserk. She had hurled herself at the doctor and it was only his calm, strong father that had held her back. Tears streaming down his face.
The hospital had been surprisingly understanding, saying they had seen parents react worst and were used to it. They wouldn't hold it against them. Ross however was mortified at what his mother had done and got the hospital to stop them from visiting.
Both parents were extremely distraught. Wanting to be there for their middle son. James was starting to blame Emma for them not being allowed in. James had been there for Ross for most of his life, when Ross had let him be there, and was confused why he would shun him now. The only reason he could fathom was that if Ross let James in, Ross thought James would bring Emma. It seemed their little reconciliation was heading for the rocks already.
With all this going on, Pete thought it best to keep what was going on in his own head a secret. He couldn't bother them with how he was feeling when they were all so concerned with Ross.
Pete had nearly killed Ross. He'd killed another man. The police accepted that the shooting was in self-defence and an accident, and so luckily no charges would be brought against him. But that didn't stop the images from replaying over and over again in Pete's mind. The bullet piercing his shoulder as another burst through Davis' skull. It made him feel sick.
He knew Davis was a bad person, and so he shouldn't really feel bad about killing him because of what he had done to his brother. But that didn't change the fact that he had killed him, and had dumped Ross' supposedly dead body not long before and not told a soul. What was he turning into?
When did he develop the capacity to kill?
So both Pete and Ross are struggling to come to terms with the outcome of what's happened! Surely someone is going to get them help…. Please review