Page 128 of When We Fall: Part Two
Oh god. Oh god.Please.
“R-Rosalie. W-where’s Rosalie?” I managed to sputter out. She wasn’t here.My sweetheart. Fuck, please…
“She’s home. She’s not doing well,” Cole continued. “We need you to get better, OK?”
“Why aren’t you with her?” I couldn’t stop the tears. “Why is she alone right now?”
“Because you need us,” Enzo murmured.
“She needs you.She fucking needs you!” I yelled, my heart pounding hard and painfully in my chest. “Her Foxy… She needsyou. Please. Go to her. I’m not worth it. I’m fucking not worth it. Don’t leave her alone. Please. PLEASE!”
“E, calm down.” Enzo reached for me again.
“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t touch me!” My words were a garbled shout. “Help! Help me! PLEASE! Don’t touch me!”
“Ethan,” Cole said, his voice breaking. “Man… stop. You’re going to hurt yourself further. Let us help you.”
I tore the IV from my arm, my blood dripping down my skin as I stumbled around them.
I had to get out of here. None of this shit was real. There was no way Fox was dead. He promised me we’d be OK.
His soft cries flooded my head as Everett sank his dick deep into his body. I’d not looked, but I could hear him fucking him. He was so strong. So fucking strong.
This wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fucking fair.
I fell to my knees and dry heaved on the floor, the memory of Fox morphing into Celeste on top of me. Of Everett. Of… all of it.
I gagged more, remembering how I’d come inside her. How I was likely going to be a father to that fucking monster bitch’s baby.
I wasn’t sure when the doctor and nurses arrived, but they did.
And I screamed when they touched me, but not before I saw the stricken look on Cole and Enzo’s faces.
I was a waste.
Fox should have lived, and I should have died.
I wasn’t OK. I was never going to be OK again. I had to tell them what I’d done. That I’d fucked Celeste in an attempt to save Fox. That I’d failed.
They’d hate me.
I’d lose Rosalie.
A pinprick met my skin, and my screams tapered off as warmth flooded my body.
It was over. I knew it was. Everything was over.
And even if there were still a few strings attached, I’d sever them. I didn’t want Rosalie to want me after this. I was broken. Damaged. Disgusting.
I had to tell the guys what I’d done.
“Fox,” I whimpered softly. “Fox, I’m sorry…”
“Shh,” Cole said softly, tears in his eyes as the medical personnel bustled around me. “It’s OK, E. It’s going to be OK.”
“Let me die. I want to die,” I rambled softly, fighting the meds. “I fucked her. I fucked her. Please. Please, kill me. I want Fox. I want Fox.”
