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Opening them slightly, I see Joey lying on the floor with a single bullet wound through her forehead. “Fuck, no!” I scream, rushing to my knees and crawling over to her lifeless body.
“Joey, Joey, no. Come back!” Heavy sobs wrack through my entire being as I pull her head into my lap and rock her back and forth.
I feel empty like a bottomless pit has swallowed me whole.
Joey is my life.
She is a part of me.
Now, half of me has been ripped out violently and stomped on like trash.
The metallic smell of blood lingers in the air as it seeps onto my clothing from the back of her head. My shoulders shake violently with my sobs. I check over her mouth for any signs of air, but there’s nothing.
She needs to wake up.
This can’t be the end.
She can’t be gone.
I can’t take this!
“Joey, wake up,” I call out to her as Hattrick laughs maniacally, forcing a wave of undeniable grief and anger to wash over me.
The thumping of running footsteps echoes through the open expanse, but I don’t look up to see who it is, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
“Joey, I need you to wake up. Please! Joey! Wake up,” I mumble, continuing to stroke her hair.
“I heard a gunshot. What’s going on?” a familiar voice calls out, and I look up to see the running footsteps. The voice belongs to Rodberg.
I furrow my brows.
Why is he here and not stopping what’s happening to Cain?
Is he against Cain too?
He stops in front of me and glances down at Joey, a frown forming on his face as he looks over at Cain and then back to Joey and me.
“Oh fuck! You shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs.
Sniffling, my bottom lip trembles.
I just want Joey to wake up.
“Rodberg, help me. Joey won’t wake up,” I whimper, my fingers continuing to stroke her hair as if they will make a difference.
He turns abruptly to Hattrick and exhales. “Fuck! Why’d you shoot her?”
“She asked for it,” he simply says, then turns his attention to me. “And now to deal with you, Makaylie.” Hattrick walks over to me, pulls Joey from my lap, and tosses her aside like a piece of lifeless garbage.
She’s worth much more than that.
She should be treated way better.
She deserved it in life, and she sure as hell deserves it in death.
My anger ignites, and I stand, throwing my fists in a fit of rage onto his chest ferociously. Screaming incoherently at him as he struggles to take hold of my arms.
“Makaylie, don’t,” Cain warns.
