Page 31 of Snake

Fuckers.

I take a deep breath, bending at the waist a little before catching Sarah's fist with my hand before it connects to my nose.

Fuck that was close.

I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her, and place my forehead against hers. She struggles for a few minutes before stopping, her body just giving up and her breathing choppy. I furrow my brows at the tears shining in her beautiful green eyes and rasp, "Talk to me, Spitfire."

She sniffles, a few tears falling, "Why, huh? Why should I after what I just walked in on?"

I squeeze my eyes shut before making eye contact again, holding her close to me, "because I'm a fucking idiot. Honestly, I didn't realize she was there; my mind is always on you; you know this, Sarah; plus, Mary promised to rip my balls from my body if I ever hurt you; she can be quite scary, baby."

She lets out a sob, and my heart stops as she grips my cut, holding me close. This isn't my girl. My girl hides her emotions.

"Sarah, please, talk to me."

She lets out another sob and rasps, "I needed you." and I hold her tighter, "And you've got me. I can promise what just happened won't happen again, baby…" She sobs again, tears falling hard, "Mary—her, her chemo is failing." I sucked in a breath at the absolute heartbreak on my girl's face, "They have to stop it; she's going-going to-to die."

My eyes start to water before I pick my girl up. Her legs go around my waist, her face into the crook of my neck as she sobs, and I feel like I can't breathe. I hold her tight to me, as tight as I possibly can.

Fifteen; Mary is only fifteen; she hasn't even lived yet.

I look to the end of the hallway to see my brother and then my father, but both are looking at my girl with heartbreak before I notice Celine standing in the doorway to the bathroom, her brows furrowed and her nose swollen, but I ignore them all and open my door, taking my girl inside.

I shut the door behind us before laying my girl on the bed, my body going over hers as we made eye contact. She looks so sad that it's hard to breathe. I lean down and kiss her lips gently, "Talk to me, baby, what do you need?"

She lets out another sob, her hands gripping my cut again before she rasps, "Make me forget. Just for a little while, please, help me forget…"

She lets out another sob, but I nod before taking her lips with mine. Her arms go around my neck as I taste her salty tears. She's always been so hard together, but right now, she's showing me her vulnerability and pain. My girl is letting me in; she's made me her person, and if she needs me to take the pain away for a few hours, I will.

Anything for my girl.

And maybe I can make her forget my fuckup out in the common room.

Our kiss gets more frenzied, and our breathing becomes more labored as I grind my hips against hers before we have to break apart to breathe. I keep my lips against hers, breathing her in as we make eye contact. I quickly undo my jeans, pulling my hard cock out after I pushed my jeans down a little. I tear her panties from her body, then place myself at her entrance before thrusting inside, making her gasp, and I groan.

It doesn't matter how often I'm inside her; each time feels like the first.

I kiss her again quickly as I pull out, only leaving the tip in before thrusting back inside harder. No words are said, but we don't break eye contact; our lips stay just touching, and I fuck her hard and fast, giving her what she needs and tilting my hips a little so I hit the right spot inside.

I move my right hand down to her covered tit, keeping my left arm near her head, ensuring to keep me up. I press my thumb over her covered nipple, making her gasp as her cunt starts to flutter, causing my hips to go faster. My spine starts to tingle as she tightens around my cock before she cries out as her orgasm takes over. I watch as absolute bliss shadows her face before following her, groaning as my cum spurts inside her, painting her walls before I slow my hips.

Contraception is not even a little bit on my mind because the thoughts of her being round and swollen with my baby make my dick twitch.

Sarah's arms don't loosen from around my neck; she holds me tighter as another sob escapes her, and my heart breaks. I keep myself on top of her, my dick deep inside her, my forehead against hers as she sobs violently for the loss she knows she's going to feel.

I hold her tightly, rasping, "I've got you, baby, I've got you" repeatedly, meaning every word.

We spent the next twelve hours in my room. My parents have messaged a few times, but I haven't replied, only messaging Smokey to take over club duties for the day tomorrow, knowing I'll be spending it on the phone with Mary while Sarah stays in my arms, helping my girl through probably the hardest part of her life while vowing to never hurt her, to always cherish her; I promise to make sure she knows she's my queen;

I made a vow I didn't know at the time that I'd break and destroy us and what we had.

Chapter 15

Sarah – One Month Later

I sit on the uncomfortable chair as I watch my little sister, who is full of life, struggle to breathe. She looks so small in the hospital bed and so pale; nausea fills me. My parents are working, so I decided to take the night off at the diner. I didn't tell Hunter I'd be here; I know he's been busy, and he always puts me first every time I've called. I feel like he will get fed up with me, and I don't want to pull him away again from helping the townsfolk.

A restaurant in town had trouble with their chef, so he stepped in to help.

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