Page 49 of Protector

The man carries King to the cell next to mine and throws him in. I hear the crash of King’s body on the mattress that must be in there.

But I was so distracted by King’s appearance that I missed his father appearing right in front of my gate. I step back a little in surprise, but also a little in fear.

What has this man done?

“Puck?” Carlo questions, as if he’s not even sure that’s my name, but I know he knows it is. Still, I stay silent.

“I hope you enjoy living out the rest of your days here,” he says smugly and goes to step away.

“Where’s Bonnie?” I question, a deep determination in my voice. I need to know that she’s okay.

“Ahh yes, I almost forgot. I couldn’t leave without telling you, now could I.”

My brow furrows at him, and I step towards the gate, curling my fingers around the bars.

“Bonnie is dead.”

My world stops.

My heart stops beating.

My lungs stop producing breath.

My world literally. Fucking. Stops.

Carlo laughs and steps closer to me, so close that if the gate wasn’t between us, we’d be toe to toe.

And in a mirthless, vicious whisper, Carlo breaks my silence.

“She was a useless piece of work that had no purpose in this world. And now she’s dead. And so is your baby that was growing in her stomach.”

I drop to the floor. Instantly. My knees literally buckle, unable to carry my weight. Unable to carry the burden of this news.

He could be lying, but I don't think he is. Why would he need to lie?

“Goodbye, Puck.”

And with that, Carlo and his men leave.

Bonnie was pregnant? But we were so careful, we used a condom. Why didn’t she tell me? Oh God, what happened to her? Or is Carlo lying? Is he trying to be cruel and sink the knife in deeper?

Tears fall down my face, wetting my cheeks and my shirt for hours and hours. I sit at the floor of the bars and cry, helpless and useless.

My Bonnie is dead. My baby is dead.

My whole reason for being is dead.

Hours pass, when randomly, the gate that was keeping me captive unlocks, and slowly, I climb to my feet, letting them drag me to the cell next door.

I watch King and wait for him to wake. Praying that he does. I can’t lose everyone.

He might know more about Bonnie. He might know if she was pregnant or if she’s still alive.

Something.

He’s all I’ve got now.

And eventually, his eyes open, and they scatter around the cell, just like mine did, and then his eyes find mine. My heart cracks in two, looking into his eyes that reflect Bonnie’s so much. Only, his are now a dark black as opposed to the usual green.

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