Page 41 of Game of Revenge

I never even buckled my seatbelt.

“Kiernan!” I scream into the night, but all I can hear is the water rushing below my feet.

“Please. Please,” I shout, my voice cracking. Waddling over to the barrier, I look into the water, but it's so dark.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I scream, gripping my hair and pulling it tight.

I wish I could resurrect Michael just to kill him again. I swear if I lose my best friend tonight I will find a way to bring him back.

I need him. I can't keep living this life without him. He's my light to my darkness. He keeps me whole.

I know that's fucked up. My men and children should be that kind of tether for me, but they aren't.

It's always been Kiernan. From the day I met him at school. I knew he was always meant to be my ride or die.

“Please Kier, answer me. I need you!” I shout. My stomach aches from how hard my body is shaking as I'm wracked with sobs.

Walking along the path to the bank below, I try not to remember the night I did something so stupid.

Did I cause this? If I never died, if Blakely was never born, then Kiernan wouldn't have come to this bridge.

Shuffling along the path, I try not to fall, but the ground is so slippery.

A light above, shines onto the bank where Kiernan saved my life. A shadowed figure is sitting there with his head in his hands, sobbing.

“Kiernan,” I scream, and he looks up at me right as my feet slip out from under me and I land hard on my ass.

“Fuck,” I roar.

“Carrie,” Kier yells, climbing to his feet and rushing to me. I try to get up, but a gush of liquid fills my jeans and an indescribable cramping hits my stomach.

“Oh shit,” I whimper, placing my hands on my stomach.

Kiernan reaches me, and I ignore the pain, pulling him into my arms and holding him as tight as I can.

“Fuck, I thought I lost you,” I groan as he continues to cry.

“I couldn't do it. I wanted to so fucking badly, but I couldn't,” he chokes out, and I rub his back the best I can.

Another contraction hits and I know I'm fucked.

“We are not done with this conversation, but right now I think I'm in active labor,” I gasp, and he releases me.

His gray eyes are bloodshot, and they gleam in the moonlight.

He looks so pretty.

Fuck, did I hit my head too? I feel dazed and the cramps are getting worse.

“Carrie, no don't close your eyes. Where is your phone?”

I laugh, then cry. “In the car.”

“Shit, mine is in the bottom of the river,” he mutters, then shouts, “Fuck!” Into the night sky.

“It hurts. Holy hell. Fuck,” I whimper, then begin to laugh.

“This is not funny, Carrie. I can't drag you up a hill,” he barks at me with annoyance, and I wipe my eyes.

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