I pull my knees to my chest. My body quaking with the sobs that leave my body.
No one said anything.
No one could.
She was gone.
My baby girl was gone.
Why is it if I love someone they die?
Charlotte almost died.
Daveed died.
Katie died.
Who's next?
Oak?
A tight pair of arms are wrapped around my body.
A head was on my back and warm tears soaked through my shirt.
The room was silent beside the sound of cries and sobs.
We were all moved to a different room while they took care of Katie's body.
I wipe my eyes still breathing heavily.
The owner of the arms pulls me into their lap. I curl into Oak's embrace.
This was going to be one hell of a ride.
Oak leans his head on my shoulder sniffling.
"She's with her daddy." I say in a broken voice putting a hand on my tattooed ribs that now wasn't only for one person but for two.
Oak closes his eyes letting the tears flow down his face.
I didn't try to stop the tears. I didn't try to hide them.
"I need some whiskey."
I say standing up and storming out of the room. Out of the building.
I walk to the only place I know that would make me feel better. I walk to the opera house.
Welcome to Broadway, baby.
By basic_slug
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