Page 81 of Sinful Touch

My heart stops as I see Lil leaning against the wall, she is surrounded by blood, there is a knife lying next to her, her head is turned to the side, her breathing is slowed and her eyes are closed.

“Lil!” I scream as what is happening has finally fucking processed.

I rush into the bathroom and fall to my knees beside her.

I lift my hand and gently place it against her face,

“Lil, please open your eyes, please,” I say as my hand shakes.

She doesn’t move, she doesn’t make a fucking sound as I take her into my arms, I look down at her face, she is pale and clammy.

“Please, Darlin, don't leave me. I can’t live in this world without you,” I whisper as tears start to build in my eyes.

I hold her tightly against me, resting my chin on the top of her head. Then, reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone.

I dial 911 and put it on speaker.

“Please help me,” I scream.

“Sir, Sir,” I hear a woman say on the other line.

“My wife, she is dying,” I sob as my tears blur my vision.

I start to rock back and forth. My heart is racing and stopping at the same time.

Everything we have been through, everything we have survived through, it can’t end this way, it can’t fucking end this way.

“Darlin, please, I fucking beg you, don't leave me, I need you, do you hear me, I fucking love you.” I cry my body begins to shake as every single emotion hits me at once.

“Sir, they are on their way.” The woman tries to reassure me, but I am fucking scared. I don't know if they will make it in time.

“Please hurry,” I whisper as I hold onto her tightly.

“I will do anything, Lil, fucking anything to keep you with me; tell me what to do, and I will fucking do it,” I yell into the bathroom.

I can feel her faint heartbeat against me. Her breathing is slowing as the blood continues to exit her wounds.

I can feel my jeans becoming soaked, my shirt.

All of me covered in my wife’s blood.

What have I done? Is this what has to happen for me to pay for my sins?

“I’m here; I’m right fucking here; please take me with you, Darlin, please,” I whisper, barely able to hear myself speak.

I can hear the woman on the phone but I can’t understand a word that she is saying.

I feel the throbbing pain in my chest increase, causing my breathing to become rapid.

I am helpless, fucking hopeless at this moment.

I don't know what to do or say, but I do know if she dies tonight, so do I.

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Jaxon

5 Years Later

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