Kidnapped Books 1&2&3 (Watty Awards)

Book 3-- Chapter 15 Death of a Loved One

So. You all are going to HATE me. That's why I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do next... Because there really is no way to fix this... Well read it and tell me what you think. Oh and your warning is I cried harder writing this chapter than I did when I killed Jace. You have been warned.

Jace's POV

From the day I met Izzy I knew there was something different about her. She was special. I knew I wanted her to be with me and no one else. It took till I thought she was going to die for me to see that I wanted to be with her forever.

Our lives had been maintained by luck. On Trenton Bridge I had no doubt in my mind that Mr. Newman was going to kill Izzy. By a stroke of luck we were saved. I got lucky when Izzy took me back. She shouldn't have, but she did. We were lucky to have David when Mark came back for Izzy. We got lucky when we found out about the twin's and that they were mine. Izzy was lucky that Mark missed her jugular vein. Jack was lucky Clay wanted to make him suffer when he shot him. Kali was lucky she had McKinley and Brandon with her. I was lucky Clay really wanted to make me suffer. All our lives were saved by luck. Sooner or later that luck would run out. I knew it. Izzy knew it. The only question was when would it run out. That question was answered when Grace snatched the gun from Izzy. Our luck ran out that night, when Izzy died.

The gun went off and Izzy screamed in pain. Grace stood up grinning like a mad man. She aimed at me and cocked her head to the side. Izzy lay in an ever spreading pool of blood clutching her chest.

"Bye Jace," Grace hissed. The gun exploded and Grace cried out. I stood confused as the pain didn't come. Jack was twisted around on the couch, Clay's gun in his hand. Grace lay in her giant pool of blood, her head blasted apart. I turned away from the gruesome scene. Brad had collapsed onto the floor. I picked up Grace's gun, just to make sure Brad couldn't get it. His own was tucked into his pants. I took it. Finally the shock of what had just happened wore off and I fell beside Izzy.

Tears ran down her cheeks and she struggled to breath. I took off my shirt and wadded it up, pressing it to her bleeding chest. Jack knelt down beside me, Clay's knife in his hand.

"It's alright Izzy, you're going to be ok," I lied.

"That's the biggest lie anyone will ever tell you," She mumbled, gritting her teeth. She took a ragged breath and grabbed Jack's hand.

"I love you. I always have and I always will. Don't you dare think other wise." She ordered. Jack nodded. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Please don't leave me, I need you," He begged.

"You don't need me," She laughed.

"Call the police, hurry," I ordered Jack. He stood up robotically and went to the phone.

"Izzy, please don't die on me. Please, I can't lose you." I begged her. She reached up and cupped my cheek in her hand. I leaned into it.

"I love you. More than anything in the world. But you have to let go. Take care of Jack. Please don't forget him. Watch Kali, don't let her do anything stupid. Make sure Kendal watches her too. Don't let Adam forget. Please don't let him forget me." Izzy whispered.

"I promise," I said.

"Be happy," She said. I didn't know how I was supposed to be happy ever again. I nodded anyway.

"Please don't leave me," I begged again. I leaned down and kissed her, knowing it would be the last time I ever kissed her. I felt her smile against my lips then her hand fell to the ground. I picked her up and held her against my chest, praying to God that it was all just a sick dream and that I would wake up and she'd be lying next to me. Jack cut Adam free of the couch. He hurried over and knelt next to me, shaking Izzy with his free arm.

"Mommy, wake up, please Mommy, wake up." He begged. "Daddy wake Mommy up," He demanded.

"It's ok Adam, Mommy's with God now," I said.

"No! I want Mommy to wake up!" He screamed. "Mommy wake up!"

"What have we done?" Brad mumbled from his corner. He was staring at us all with the most horrified look on his face. "What have we done?"

Jack stood up and punched him. Brad fell back against the wall unconscious. Jack sat next to me and held one of Izzy's hands. The sirens wailed in the distance, but it was too late. Everything was too late. Izzy was gone.

Kali's POV

I couldn't wait for the officers to tell us what was going on. I shoved through the barrier and sprinted to my house. Chase and Kendal were close behind me. I reached the driveway and stopped. Adam was sitting with Jack and a paramedic who was examining his arm. Both of them were covered in blood. There were three gurneys in the driveway with sheets on them. My heart exploded with joy as my mind jumped to the conclusion that they were for Brad, Grace, and Clay.

"Kali, Kendal!" Jack shouted when he saw us. He ran down the yard and wrapped both Kendal and I in a very bloody hug. It was only when he started crying did I realize Mom and Dad were no where to be scene.

"Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked. Dad came out of the house. He was covered in blood too. He looked at Kendal and I.

"Dad!" I shouted. I raced up the driveway and hugged him. I looked over his shoulder into the house and screamed the most horrific scream I'd ever heard.

The whole living room was covering in blood. Clay lay by the couch very very dead. Grace was near the kitchen also very dead. Brad  sat in a corner as EMT's stood around him, trying to wake him up. The thing that caused my horrific scream was the body in the middle of the room. My mom. I fell down in the doorway. Dad fell with me and cradled me as I screamed and cried. Kendal and Chase came up the stairs to see and both stumbled back.

"Why did you let them kill her?" I screamed at Dad, knowing full well he wouldn't do that. He let me blame him as he held me. Kendal stood on the porch nearly hyperventilating. Jack came up then and hugged him. Chase stood staring into the house. My mom was like his mom.

"Where am I?" I heard Brad ask. I pulled away from my dad and ran into the house screaming at him.

"You killed her! I hate you! I hate you! How could you do this? I -bleep-ing hate you!" I screamed at him. An EMT grabbed me and held me back as I reached for Brad trying to strangle him.

"I'm sorry," He cried.

"I hate you!" I screamed. The EMT dragged me from the house. We were all forced to sit outside as they worked. Policemen watched us as the carried the bodies out. I couldn't breath as they put the sheet over my mom's head. It wasn't fair. She didn't deserve it. Brad deserved to die. Mom deserved to live. She deserved to finally be able to live her life. But now she was dead and nothing I could do would change that.

Jace's POV

As more and more people were alerted our yard became more and more filled with screaming people. Brad had to be evacuated away after Izzy's dad tried to kill him with his cane. Emma and her husband sat with us on the porch. He held her as she sobbed, crying himself. There wasn't a person in Izzy's life that she didn't touch. Andrew and his family were on the next plane home. David beside me staring at the ceiling of the porch, trying not to cry. There were no more tears left in my body. I just sat in silence as everyone cried around me. Adam's arm wasn't broken, just dislocated. The EMT popped it back in place for him.

"I want Mommy," He cried.

"I know, Adam," I said.

"I want Mommy!" He screamed. I held him close and he started to cry. My dad stood on the other side of the porch staring into oblivion. I knew he blamed himself for everything that happened.The sad thing was that I didn't want to tell him it wasn't his fault. He was the one who got Izzy and I kidnapped. Us being kidnapped started this whole thing. I knew he loved Izzy, even if he couldn't remember her name. Maybe someday I would be able to tell him it wasn't his fault. And maybe someday my heart would stop aching. But neither seemed likely.