When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 41

Peter wipes the spit off his face effortlessly with his shirt and the smirks grew wider. He slowly retrieves a gun out of his pocket and my eyes widen as he positions it towards Dee's weakly helpless.

"Don't make me do it, pretty boy." He sarcastically spits back at me, making my blood boil.

"You wouldn't dare," I growl at him.

He smirks, grasping his fingers on the trigger. "Try me,"

"You. Wouldn't. FUCKING. Dare," I spit in his face again and he just smiles back at me.

I watch his finger press trigger and everything goes slow after I hear the bullet leave the gun.

My head snaps towards Dee and I helplessly watch her scream as the bullet comes straight for her.

I watch the bullet hit her.

I watch the bullet dig into her, right in the middle of her broken heart.

An agonising scream leaves my soul as I watch her body go limp and I thrash around with all the willpower I had to try and get to her. Her head slowly hung down and blood poured from her heart, down to the dark concrete grounds of this basement.

The worst part of it was that I couldn't even let her die in my arms, I had to watch from a distance, watch her soul leave her body and fly away to the heavens of this world.

Peter kisses his teeth with his tongue as he watches me lose power to my knees. "Oh No, Kaz. What have YOU done?" He mocks me, shaking his head and widening his smirk.

I look up at him with nothing but the desire to burn his body alive. "You're going to go to hell. I want to watch you burn you sick son of a bitch,"

He laughs evilly and points the gun at my head.

"See you in hell then, buddy,"

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I shot up from the couch with nothing but the burning image of Dee dead against the cold walls of darkness. I wiped my forehead, trying to get rid of any form of sweat which signified I was scared. I slowed my breathing as the image of Dee getting shot replayed constantly in the back of my mind. My anger boiled and I had one of the biggest adrenaline rushes of my life.

I was about to walk out of the office but my phone began to ring.

K - What now?

F - Fuck, Kaz. You have to come to mine.

K - Freddie, go to sleep it's -

I glance at the clock on the wall. 10:34 am

F - Sleep? Kaz, Get to mine. Right. Now.

K - Can you just tell me what the fuck is wrong?

F - Pete-

K - Don't say his fucking name. I'm coming. 

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I stomp into Freddie's house with the intentions of murder. 

"Where the hell is that son of a bitch!" I yell, catching everyone's attention.

They all look at each other before looking at me, confusing me more than ever. 

"Sit down, I think it's best if you sit," Jay advises as he pats my back softly while nudging me to sit next to Freddie.  

"Can you just tell me what the fuck is going on?!" I hiss, pissed off because I was really starting to lose my patience.