Page 118 of Twisted Bonds
"Please stop...don't!" I scream hoarsely just as the hunting knife comes down, and I watch in horror, as if in slow motion, as it sinks deep into Bain's side.
"NO!" A roar comes from the doorway and then Beau is there, grabbing a broken piece of the wooden chair as he flies at Sergio.
I look at Bain with the knife still in his side, and I scream. Dropping to the floor, I crawl over to him just as Beau swings the wooden piece, knocking Sergio to the side. Another struggle takes place, and although I'm concerned for Beau's safety, I need to be sure that Bain is okay.
"Bain, baby…stay with me!"
He turns and looks at me, giving me a small smile. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, pretty girl."
"No, you did, baby. You stopped him from taking what was yours…"
"Oh, my God—what the…" Chloe cries out from the doorway.
"Call 9-1-1 now!" I yell at her, tears blurring my vision. I can't lose him…I just can't!
I hear stabbing noises and turn to see Beau sitting on top of Sergio, plunging the sharp piece of wood into the last of the D'Angelo brothers repeatedly. He's covered in blood, but he doesn't care; he just keeps going.
"Beau—he's dead—it's okay to stop," I tell him as I stare into the unmoving eyes of Sergio as his head lolls in my direction.
He drives the wood into the corpse one last time and climbs off him. Not bothering to stand, Beau crawls over to us and pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead before letting me go to tend to his father. His breathing hitches as he takes in the knife still embedded in his side. We don't dare remove it in case it does more damage, and it's preventing him from bleeding out too quickly. God knows what kind of internal damage has been done already.
"Dad…" Beau whispers, desperately wanting to touch his father but not knowing where.
"Take care of her, son. That's your job now."
"No—it'sourjob. You'll be fine; it's only a knife wound."
Bain smiles sadly, and it breaks me because I know what he's about to say. "I don't think so, Beau."
"Bain, please don't go…we need you here, I'm not ready for this to end. There is so much for us to do…"
"Oh, pretty girl. You should know that you brought me back to life. I didn't want to love you, but you left me no choice, and I don't regret it one bit. I should have never allowed myself to fall for you because you were Beau's, but how could I not? Now you don't have to make the choice."
"I wasn't going to choose between the two of you; there is no way I could have." Tears stream down my face. "But we aren't talking about this because you are going to be fine." I hear sirens in the distance and breathe a sigh of relief that they got here fast. "Just hold on for a little longer, baby."
"Come here, pretty girl. Let me taste those lips…"
I'm ugly crying at this point, but I don't care. I lean over and briefly press my lips to his soft ones. However, at that moment, I feel it. This willbe the last kiss I will ever get from Bain. So I do the only thing I know to do and deepen it. I push all my love for him into this one kiss, so he knows he is very much loved.
A commotion behind me has me pulling back, but I stare down into his warm brown eyes and see every moment I've had with him—from the very first one when he stood in the kitchen and wished me a happy birthday, giving me those beautiful diamond studs. There was something there, and I felt it, but it wasn't our time yet. Then, all the other memories rush in, and I press my lips to his one last time.
"I will always love you, Bain Huntley. You have been one of my greatest loves, and I will always keep you in my heart. That being said…I need you to fight, baby. Fight with everything you've got."
"I love you so much, pretty girl." He turns to his son and grips his hand, "I'm sorry if I hurt you, son; it was never my intention, but I can't apologize for loving her—no more than you can. Please, take care of each other. Live your lives, get married, and give me lots of grandbabies. The curse is over now; you should have peace."
"Dad, stop… you're not leaving us." Beau stammers through his own tears. "I'm sorry for anything I've said that may have hurt your feelings. You're forgiven for everything; just please, stay with us."
"Sir, we will need you to move so we can help him."
I see that the room is full of emergency workers and police. I tug on Beau's arm. "Let them try and save him, baby."
I'm beginning to feel a bit dizzy with everything going on. I don't know if it's due to me almost suffocating or what, but the room begins to blur. I hear Beau saying my name and try to respond, but I can't form coherent words. The last thing I hear before the room goes black is, "We're losing him."
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Beau
I'm numb. I can't remember the last time I felt this numb. Even being at Uncle Liam's and being beaten with the cane, I never felt like this. Not only is it the numbness, but it's the helpless feeling and being totally lost as to what to do. I know I need to be strong for everyone else, but damn, I'm hurting so fucking much.
