Chapter Twenty-Seven

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My dearest readers, i usually write these things at the end. But sometimes you no reads them. -_- lol:) but anyways. A little annoucement.. There is going to be one more chapter after this THEN the epilogue. :) and secondly.. I have thought of a name for the next book which will be annouced later. Thanks for everyone who has read and stuck with the story! I loves you all! :D On with chapter 27!... 

Ps.. LONG CHAPTER!! ENJOY!!

Once upon time, I couldn’t imagine being alone, especially, ever since I met Keegan. I thought we’d have each other for a long time. But now that he’s gone, I had never felt so alone. I’ve always had someone with me in my life. Someone I could count on.  I had a best friend and a little brother. Then, my best friend thought it’d be best we went our separate ways, because she didn’t like me anymore. After that, it was just Callum and I. But then, Keegan came alone and my whole world became nothing but a horror movie. My baby brother died, Keegan’s mom died, I had real parents, but they were also dead. Now, that Keegan’s gone, I was completely and utterly alone.

Nothing in my life made sense anymore. My life felt like I could do anything, go anywhere! But now, it feels like a cactus in the middle of a desert. The little needles pricking into my skin, the sun beating down on me, all alone in the middle of nowhere. Not moving, slowly drying up from lack of rain that was considered happiness. Nothing in my life was worth living for anymore. I wanted to die, but it already felt like I was dead.

Morning had come and gone, and I was now out of that dreadful underground safe house. The Beta twins and Bradley drove me back to Keegan’s house. The house that I once called home is now my worst nightmare. Everything about the mansion reminded me of Keegan. The strong scent, the pictures, and the bedroom we shared. I didn’t want to go back, but I had too. Keegan’s funeral would be tomorrow morning and everything aboutit screamed total living nightmare. I had to speak; I had to say my final goodbye to him.

Once we arrived at the house, I took my precious time getting out. I could still smell the tiniest of scents Keegan left behind when we left to the safe house. If I could barely smell it outside, I knew the inside would smell far stronger. Of course, I was right. When I stepped inside the house, my throat closed in on me and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The smell was intoxicating and I felt like I would suffocate any minute. The people inside sat quietly mourning their lost of Alpha and family. The only one left of the Rawson’s was Keegan’s little sister Kyra.

She was sitting on Grandpop’s lap, crying her little eyes out. She had lost everyone, too. Only, she actually had other family members and I had none. I stood staring at everyone for a while, and everyone stared back. Each one of their faces held pity and sadness. No tears were shed, except Kyra’s and went my eyes got to hers, she took one look at me and jumped of her Grandfather’s lap. She ran toward me at inhuman speed and I dropped my luggage on the floor. I got down on my knees and held my arms out to her. She ran into me hard almost sending me over, but I kept my balance.

I wrapped my arms around her as she sobbed and pretty soon, I was sobbing with her. Her cries of desperation tore me up inside. I sat down completely and cradled her in my arms. I ran my fingers through her hair and tried to calmher down, only I was the one needing to be calmed down. My tears dripped onto her head as she wept into my shirt.

After a while, I could tell she had fallen asleep. Her breathing was much slower and I haven’t heard her weeping. I checked to make sure she was asleep and carried her to her room. I didn’t know how long we had been crying, but I do know it was long enough for the darkness outside to come. I went to lay her down, but her hands clung to my shirt. Keegan’s scent was filling my noise strongly now and I felt the tight feeling come back in my throat. I needed to get out of this house. I released Kyra’s hands from my shirt and tucked her in quickly.

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