Page 66 of When We Fall: Part Two
Mayhem.
Chaos.
Hell.
This was hell.
I got to my feet and pushed through the crowd before finally spotting Fox, his gun out, his blue eyes wild as he shot at the intruders.
His eyes caught mine, and he raced toward me, pure terror on his face.
But it was too late.
A burning ache blistered its way through my body. I stood in the center of the room, madness around me, everything happening in slow motion.
I looked down at my stomach to see my blood blossoming over my white dress. Carefully, I placed a shaky hand over the mess before I looked at all the red on my hand. My pulse roared in my ears.
“No! NO!” Fox shouted, reaching me and taking me to the ground as the gunfire continued to erupt around us. “Rosie! No! Baby, please,” he wept as he pressed his hand to my stomach.
“Foxy?” I choked out, tears leaking from my eyes as I rapidly tried to blink them away.
“Rosie,” he rasped. “No.Please.”
“It hurts,” I whispered. “I-I hurt. I-I’m s-sorry.”
“It’s OK. It’s OK.” Tears streaked down his face as he stared into my eyes. “You’re going to be OK. Breathe, OK? Don’t stop.Fuck, Rosie. Please. Don’t stop. I-I can’t lose you. I-I can’t. Please, baby.”
My bottom lip trembled as the pain increased.
I reached out and cradled his face as he sobbed softly, his hand still on my wound.
“Go,” I choked out, the burning so intense in my stomach I thought I might vomit. “Don’t stay for me. I-I need you to go. Please, Foxy. Run.”
“No,” he said fiercely, his lips trembling. “I go where you go. If it’s to heaven, baby, so be it. I’ll meet you on the mountaintop where the sky kisses the peak.”
“Foxy. I-I love you. I always have. Always will. I want you to-to know that. I-In case…”
More tears streamed down his face, and for a moment, the world was silent around us.
And then he was torn away from me, his blue eyes wild. I cried out, trying to reach for him, but a ski-masked man raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
Fox jerked back, and I knew.
Another gunshot rang out, and Fox went to his knees, his chest heaving.
I watched, horrified, as his gun fell from his hand. Two more men grabbed him before he slumped forward.
“Foxy! Fox!” I rasped, my voice barely audible in the commotion of the room. “FOX!”
But he didn’t answer me.
“Fox! Please! Fox!”
Nothing.
The men dragged him away, the smoke filling in where he used to be.
My heart shattered as I rolled onto my stomach and tried to crawl, my blood trailing behind me.
