"Let me hold them, Abigail,"
I found myself face-to-face with Kyle as he was kneeled in front of me.
"You aren't taking my twins... You already took Michael and Charlotte... Not them..."
"Abigail. Mar-"
"Don't you fucking dare call me by my whole name... You have no right..."
Kyle glances at Henry who was asleep in the corner and Kyle pulled a gun from his pocket, aiming the gun at Henry.
"Give me the twins, or I kill him..."
"You wouldn't..."
Kyle loaded his gun, resting his index finger on the trigger. "Don't test me,"
"I-I'm not giving you my babies..."
"Your choice," Kyle shrugs and fires his gun at Henry. It hit him right in the back. I scream and crawl towards Henry, holding onto Gwen and Garrett.
I sit the twins down and turn Henry onto his back. Tears formed in my eyes as I stared down at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was filled with blood. I take off his shirt and press it down onto the wound.
"Please... Please wake up Henry..." I cry, my hands soaked with his blood.
Kyle grabbed my by my wrist and I scream on the top of my lungs, grabbing the twins and wrapping them in my arms.
"Get off of me! Get the hell off of me!" I scream. "I have to help him! I have to help him!"
Kyle ignores me and drags me back to the bedroom. Gwen and Garrett clutch onto me tightly as I cry in Gwen's hair.
Kyle throws me in the room, slamming the door behind him. I'm on my knees, clutching my twins in my arms as I hear Derek squeal.
"Austin! Austin!"
I look up slowly and Austin had just collapsed to the ground, throwing up. Derek was already kneeled down next to him.
"Calm down, Austin, calm down..." Derek whispers, pursing his lips together.
Adrenaline rushes through my body as I crawl towards Austin, setting the twins by the door. Blood was in Austin's vomit. Blood was everywhere.
Tears were running down Austin's face as he continued to throw up. I rub Austin's back trying to let him calm down. He stopped throwing up finally and started coughing in his elbow.
"S-Sor-Sorry..." Austin stammers, wiping his mouth.
Gwen burst into tears at the door and I sigh, crawling over to her and scooping Gwen into my arms.
"She needs food, Abigail..." Derek looks up at me, his eyes sad.
"They both do, probably," I pick up Garrett holding him in my other arm.
I get on my knees slowly and start to rise, trying to ignore the pain in my ankles. The pain didn't ignore me, it just got worse.
I collapse back to my knees, wheezing quietly under my breath.
The door swung open and Kyle stood there, smiling. He held a plastic bag as his side. He tossed it to me, looking at Austin. Kyle shook his head.
"What did you do, you fucking slut?" Kyle cussed, kneeling in front of Austin.
"Get away from him..." Derek whispers, pushing Austin behind him.
Kyle grabbed Derek by his shirt collar and threw him back in the wall. He groaned in pain. I scream and crawl towards him.
"Henry's dead, Abigail," Kyle laughs. "Who's next?"
"What the hell do you mean..."
"Well Bree, Fred, Henry, and that little bitch Amelia, who's next?"
"To what?"
"To die, of course," Kyle smiles.
"No... Get out..." I growl. "Get out..."
"The twins could die..." Kyle pointed the gun at the twins, firing the gun a few inches above Gwen's head.
She screams and begins to cry again. I quickly crawl towards them, holding Gwen and Garrett in my arms.
"So, who is it, Abigail? Who wants to play?"
Derek sat quietly in the corner.
Austin hugged his stomach leaning on the bed.
I held my twins, staring up at Kyle.
"You know, Charlotte's in this too..."
Tears fill in my eyes and I look down.
"I-I'll die..."
I look up slowly.
"I'll die," Austin said again.
Kyle sneered, grabbing Austin's arm.
"No! Stop! Stop!" I scream and grab Austin's hand, trying to hold him back.
"Abigail... Abby..." Austin whispers.
I look up at him slowly.
"Tell the twins about Uncle Austin..."
Kyle drags Austin out of the room. I scream and bang on the door sobbing.
He can't take Austin too.
Derek wraps his arms around me and he kisses my forehead. I look up at him slowly with tears in my eyes and put Derek's face in my hands and press my lips against his.
His eyes widen before he shuts them, kissing me back. I close my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck. He put my face in his hands.
I finally pull away and look up at him.
"I love you..." I whisper, tears blurring my vision.
"I love you too, Abigail..."
I turn and crawl towards the window, looking out. Kyle had Austin on his knees, a gun to his head.
Austin wasn't crying.
Austin wasn't trembling.
Austin didn't even look afraid.
Kyle put the gun to Austin's head smiling and pulled the trigger.
The gunshot seemed quiet, as if it was further away.
Austin didn't feel a thing.
Just like Michael.
I scream and turn away sobbing, Derek carrying me to the bed.
My son's dead.
My sister's dead.
Austin is now dead.