Page 131 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Foxy,” she whispered. “Please. Fox.”
“Shh,” Enzo murmured, bringing her to the floor with him. He cradled her in his arms. “Sunshine, sleep. Please. Sleep.”
“I-I can’t do this,” she choked out. “Enzo… please… kill me. Please. Kill me. It hurts. I-I can’t…” her words grew garbled, her lashes fluttering. “Don’t… wanna… wake…”
My stomach twisted at her words. This was a nightmare.
She went still in Enzo’s arms. I watched him press a fierce kiss to the top of her head before he looked at me, tears shimmering in his eyes.
“Take E upstairs. He needs a shower. He needs to rest. Drug him, too, if you need to. I’ll take her to bed.”
I backed away and went to E.
“Come on, E,” I said, reaching for him.
He jerked away from me as he tore his focus from Rosalie on the floor in Enzo’s arms.
“Don’t,” he whispered, stumbling forward.
I watched as he fell to his knees at Rosalie’s side. He wept softly as he stared at her.
“This is my fault. It should have been me. She wouldn’t hurt so much if it had been me,” he said.
“E,” Enzo said softly. “That’s not true. She’d break just the same if it were you. Don’t say those ugly things.”
“I-I can’t do this,” E murmured in a shaking voice. “I-I can’t. I can’t look at her. Look what I did. Fuck, when she finds out…”
“E, come on,” I said gently. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I knew it wasn’t anything he could be blamed for. My guts churned at the implications.
He didn’t move for a moment as he stared down at a passed-out Rosalie.
“Go with Cole. Shower. Rest,” Enzo instructed. “Please, E. We all need to rest.”
E said nothing for a moment before getting to his feet and walking upstairs.
“Watch him,” Enzo muttered, looking exhausted.
I nodded and went to E’s room to find he was sitting on the edge of his bed.
“I’ll start your shower,” I said.
He didn’t answer me, but that was fine. I went into his bathroom, turned on the water, set up a towel and washcloth for him, and added some fresh soap.
I came out to find him right where I’d left him.
“E, come on. Let’s get you showered.”
“I can do it myself.” He stood and moved past me. I watched him walk into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in his room.
I lay back on his bed and stared at his ceiling, my heart in my throat. I heard Enzo on the stairs and Rosalie’s door open. After several minutes, Enzo’s footsteps sounded out as he went downstairs.
He wouldn’t even stay with her.
I knew he was hurting and blamed himself, but he needed to face this shit or we’d fall apart.
I sighed and sat back up. A crash sounded out from the bathroom. Immediately, I rushed in to find E on his ass, curled into himself, sobbing.
“Fuck,” I snarled, turning the water off. “Ethan. Man, hey.”
