Page 77 of Seduction

God, the fucking pain is excruciating.

I can’t even put into words how I feel right now, but no part of me can move as I try desperately to do so.

What the fuck happened?

I try to think back, but the last thing I remember is being in the car with Luke and telling him that our brothers were going to be okay. That there was nothing they couldn’t face and come out on the winning side of things.

“Fuck,” I hiss, or at least I think I do. I don’t feel my lips moving, so I’m not really sure I’m actually speaking. Am I even still alive?

Ah fuck, I need to be alive. I can’t leave my Angel. She can’t lose anyone else, and we haven’t gotten Brent back yet.

I try to move again, but the only thing that’s willing to budge is my right eye, and the second I pry it open, I hurl.

Thank fuck I’m on my stomach, because I know for a fact I would have just choked to death on my own vomit if I were on my back.

Dear god, how can my arm be bent at that fucking angle? That’s not natural and there’s so much blood surrounding me. Where the fuck is all the blood coming from?

I try to move my eyes around to find Lukas, but I can’t see him or the car. It’s not saying he’s not close, but I can’t move my head to find out.

God, there’s so much blood painting the snow beneath me. That’s not a good sign.

If they don’t find me fast, I’m going to leave this world before I ever have a chance to see my Angel fly with her wings of freedom.

“Lukas?” I ask, again my lips still not moving. Am I even making a sound?

All I can hear is ringing and whooshing in my ears as I try and focus, but the pain is too much.

Closing my eye again, I let my body relax into the snow, focusing on the pain that’s thrumming through every part of my body.

That’s good right? I can feel pain, that means I still have a chance of surviving.

“Who do you think cares, Oliver? You’re nothing but a scared little child refusing to accept God’s ways. You deserve to die like the unfaithful vermin you are.”

I hear the voice of one of the leaders we killed from the cult that still holds a lot of my family captive.

It took us years to find even one person for me to take my vengeance out on. The vengeance long overdue for my sister and I both. For everything my other sisters are going through, too brainwashed to know that it’s not the way life should be lived.

I can’t fucking die. I just can’t.

Haliee and Creed need me too much. If I die, Creed will go off the deep end, and I’m not sure even Haliee will be enough to anchor him.

Creed and I branded ourselves together through the fires of our past. Our souls are connected to the point of pain if something happens to the other.

Whatever happens to me will directly affect him, and vice versa. There aren’t two separate entities where we’re concerned. We are one soul, one being, in two separate vessels.

He’s my anchor, my compass, and I’m his reason for not losing his slim hold on reality. Haliee didn’t change that, she just strengthened it.

I cannot die here. I will not be the one to break those two beautiful and wounded souls that I love more than life itself.

Come on, Ollie. Think, man. You’ve been in some serious shit before. Fucking open your eye and LOOK! Where is the blood coming from? It’s dark, but you can still assess your body, damnit!

I struggle to open my eye again, putting all of my mental and physical strength into pushing up slightly with my good arm.

I silently curse through the pain in my broken and mangled arm, refusing to give up this fight, and that’s when I see it.

I see where all of the blood is pooling from, and I almost puke again. If it wouldn’t take so much energy that my body just doesn’t have, that is.

Falling back to the ground, I try and move my good arm to the spot where the large piece of glass is lodged into my side, barely blocking shit from bleeding out in seconds, but it’s no use.

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