The Gilbert Twin

Chapter 24

As soon as we got the moonstone Elena and I went home.

Walking into our house, Alaric was setting the table, quietly asking if everything was okay.

Elena signaled yes and we walked into the kitchen.

"Hi Aunt Jenna, hey Alaric," Elena said grabbing plates.

"Hey, Jennas on the phone." Alaric whispered.

"With who?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued setting the table.

"Here," Elena said handing me the plates.

Smiling I took them and started placing them on the counter.

"Everything go okay today?" Alaric questioned.

I nodded, "There were a few hiccups, but yeah."

Walking to the cabinet I grabbed silverwear.

"Of course I understand." Jenna said, handing the phone to Elena.

"Who is it?" I whispered to Elena.

"I don't know," she whispered back taking the phone.

As soon as the other person on the line spoke, Elenas eyes darted at Alaric and I.

'what' I mouthed to her, she ignored me by walking away with the phone.

I shrugged it off setting silverwear onto the counter.

"Jenna!" Elena screamed.

My eyes darted towards Jenna who had a knive aimed at her stomach.

I gasped as the knife struck into her abdomen.

"Oh my god!" I screamed as we ran toward her.

Alaric held her up as Elena helped pressure the wound.

"I am calling 911!" I screamed, getting to my feet running toward the phone.

Picking the phone up I dialed '911'.

My hands were shaking and the phone almost dropped.

"911, what's your immergency?"

Taking heavy breathes I answered, "My aunt, she- she accidently sta-stabbed herself!"

"Sh, calm down mam, we will be there soon." She cooed into the phone.

I nodded hanging up, "They are coming," I said as I began to cry.

"Who-who was on the phone!" I asked Elena.

She glanced up at me, "Katherine."

A quiet whimper erupted from my throat as I rubbed my head.

"Thi- this is all my fault!" I screamed dropping to the floor.

As I buried my face with my hands, I heard a knock.

The door was opened and tons of medics came running in.

I rose my head, still on the ground and watched as Jenna was put on a strecher and rolled away.

"Mam, do you want to drive in the ambulance?" A man asked.

Looking up, the man had a concerned look.

I shook my head, "I'll, I'll um drive."

He put his arm out, offering a hand.

Taking it, I stood up. My legs trembled and I felt I was going to fall but the man put an arm on my waist.