I yelp in pain and fall front, bumping my nose on the floor.

Police point all guns at my father. I look back as I felt the grip slowly fade. 

His eyes were wide open and I could see the soul leave his body as his body goes limp. 

A tear rolls down my cheek. 

He may have been a complete asshole to me but he was my father. 

I'll always have a part of myself that will love him. 

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Kaz's P.O.V

I see police tape around the house and officers at the scene.

"Sir, may I please get through?" The officer eyes widen and nod at me. Probably knew who I was. 

I walk in and see a pool of blood-stained on the floorboard. 

Photographers taking photos of the scene. 

I see a gun in a ziplock bag on the floor, next to a small coloured slider with the number 8 on it. 

I hold my breath before letting it out again. That could be her blood. 

I walk up and walk into Dee's room and notice blood and a knife on the floor. 

I turn around and see that her window was wide open. Did that bastard escape? 

I notice a hole in the wall near the door and bloody handprints on the floor and walls. I felt chills go done my spins, these prints were different sized.  

Rayn walks into the room and stops in his track when he sees me. "What are you doing here?"

I eye him and observe blood on his shirt and pants. "Where's Dee? Did she um.....get shot?" I say quietly. The feeling of guilt washes over my body. 

"What? No!" He was shocked I said that. 

I look at him in confusion. "What do you mean? I heard the gunshot and everything." 

"Oh, so your Kaz? The guy on the phone? Dude, you got it all wrong. She went to Trinty Hospital to recovery a few small injuries." He had gloves on and picks up the knife. 

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"Dee Gomez," I ask as soon as I walk into the reception area immediately.  

The lady didn't even look up at me. "Sorry, no visitors, sir," She said annoyed. 

I frown "What room is Dee in?!" I growl at her. 

She looks up and her eyes widen. "Mr.Black." Her hands scurry through her desk, grabbing a small card and pen. She writes something down on the card. "Block C, Room 12." She passes the card over to me as her hands shake. 

I like the effect I have on people. Especially when it's not in a country I live in. Goes to show being who I am isn't bad. 

I see the room number, attached to the door, making me quicken my pace. I walk in and see the hospital bed is empty. 

Did that bitch give me an empty room so I would walk off? I felt the anger rise as I look back at the card, just in case I read the numbers wrong. 

I was about to walk out but stop in my tracks as I heard the toilet doors open. "Dee?" I say looking at her confused. I closed the hospital door and slowly approach her.

"K-Kaz?" I hear Dee's voice croak. Damn, she sounds horrible. 

"Wait so you didn't get shot?" I was still confused. Why were there gunshots and a pool of blood present at the scene?

She shakes her head. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be alive if I was shot in the back Kaz. I'm pretty weak," She hops on to the hospital bed.  

"Then what happened? The gunshots? The loud thump?" I ask. She looks up at me and her bottom lip quivers. "Please don't cry, princess. I was as scared as you were when I got that phone call." I say putting my hand on her knee. 

She looks up. "He's dead.." 

She had my full attention as soon as those words left her mouth. "Your father?"  

A tear runs down her pale skin as she nods. "Yeah...If it wasn't for Rayn, I would be the dead one." She says. 

Rayn shot her dad? "That explains the gunshots." I sat fitting the puzzles in my mind. I sit next to her. 

"I'm so fucking sorry." She looks up at me confused. The fact she didn't realise what I was sorry was devastating. She knew I wasn't reliable enough to keep her safe. "I promised to keep you safe from him and I-I left you." I soften up and look at the ground. 

I feel her put her head on my arm. "It's ok, you can't always save me, Kaz. I'm just glad someone is here for me, now" She says. "We all have our reasons."  I look down at her. 

She's so fragile. She's been through so much. She's not weak. She's stronger than me. I'm angry at myself. She was in trouble and I was across the world sleeping. 

I wrap my arm around her waist and rest my head on hers. I felt her hesitate before snuggling into my chest. 

I'm just overwhelmed that she's protected in my arms right now. 

She's safe. That's all I care about right now. 

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Ok, so I'm starting to make the chapters longer. I hope you're enjoying the story so far. 

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