“Red!” Ash gasps before he’s rushing over to her, catching her as she collapses into his arms. “No, no, no, no.” His words submerged in the pain that is palpable on his face as he mumbles the word over and over again. He looks around. “Just let me get the truck—”
I watch as she slowly shakes her head, lifting her hand up from where she was covering her wound. “No time,” she whispers, trying to keep her energy. “Babe…” She pauses as she takes a deep breath.
“No.” His voice cracks as he says it.
“Shh.” She smiles up at her husband. “This life you gave me.” She takes a deep breath. “You’ve made me so happy.” Ash’s sniffles break up her words. Her hand shakes as she reaches up and presses it to his cheek.
“Baby, let me…” He grips her hand in his, pulling it to his lips and kissing it. Even from where I stand, I can see the blood from her hand transferring to his face, and him not caring about it being all over him.
“Ash, I’m not…” She trails as she looks down again to the bullet which in logged into her stomach, as she slowly bleeds out.
He sobs in response.
“I wouldn’t have changed a single fucking moment with you.” Her voice becomes weaker as she speaks. “I loved you the moment I met you.”
Ash sighs as he looks at her again, holding his wife’s face as the color starts to pale. “You changed my life. You loved me when I thought no one would ever be able to.” She looks up at him, smiling. “You will always be my one in a million.”
“I know.” She whispers.
He leans his head down to her, kissing her tenderly until her entire body goes limp in his arms. “Noooo!” He screams out, shaking as he breaks down right in front of us on the monitor. He’s holding her tightly, knowing that when he lets go of her, it will be the end of his wife. His voice shakes as he whispers out something but I can only make out the words. “…carefully, Red…” His voice lowers again and I can no longer hear what it is he’s saying.
I hear sniffles coming from in front of me this time, not just from the computer speakers.
“I’m going to kill every single on—” Ash is cut off as something right off screen engulfs in flames, but the glow illuminates the side of the screen.
At the same moment, a man speaks. “It’s a shame, really.” The voice is so low that I can barely hear it. “She was always your weakness.”
“She was never a weakness.” He snaps out, angry, but the man doesn’t even hesitate.
“Knew if we got her first, taking you would be this fucking easy.”
“You motherfuc—” Ash moves for his gun. But he’s still careful with Caroline, not wanting to let his wife fall roughly to the ground even after all life has drained from her.
The gunshot startles me as I watch. Ash stalls and just looks at him, his arm falling limp, he looks down to his chest for a moment, and then falls over onto of Caroline. Only then am I able to see the blood pooling out of his chest onto his wife.
A cry escapes from me as my eyes glide over the screen, seeing their hands still clasped together.
Zane whips around and looks at me.
“What are you doing?” He says, reaching up and wiping his eyes to clear the tears.
“I came to find you.” I whisper out.
Standing up, he storms to me and grabs me by the arm. “You shouldn’t have seen that.” He tries to push the pain away from the surface.
“You shouldn’t have, either.” I say to him, holding firm in my stance and looking up at him. “Zane.” My voice softens and stops him as I reach up, placing my hand on his chest and looking up at him. He turns his head so I can’t see his eyes. “You shouldn’t have to see that.” Reaching up, I turn his face to look at me. “And you definitely don’t have to pretend like you’re not bothered by it.”
He lets out a shaky breath before he stumbles back to his chair, sitting down, and dropping his head into his hands. The sob comes out of him and I step over to him, pushing him up until he’s sitting and I move to straddling his lap, wrapping him in my arms and pulling him into me. My own tears falling down as he sobs and I only wish that I could make everything he just saw go away. I wish I could take away his pain.
I feel him lift his head up after he’s able to control his emotions.
He grips the back of my head, pulling me into him and aggressively claiming my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
I understand this fuck is more of a make me feel something else. His hand falls down to the hem of his shirt and he slips his hand underneath, pulling back for a moment and smirking at me. His eyes turning insidious. I’m sure if he wasn’t so consumed with emotions at the moment that he would make a comment about me coming all the way over here in only his shirt.
He moves out of the chair and we fall to the ground with the thud. Pinning me to the ground as his hand roams my body, once again sliding up underneath the shirt as he slams his fingers inside of me. So I’m ready as he lets go of my hands and pulls down the sweatpants just enough for his dick to pop out.
He presses inside of me, thrusting hard and quick, to release the emotions which we were just both feeling.
