CHARLES'S POV
*TWO WEEKS LATER*
I always knew she would return to me but never in this way. Never in a million years had I ever thought this would happen.
She was dead.
All my dreams of us being together were shattered right in front of my face.
Her hair was loose and her skin was so pale. She was laying on the ground with a bleeding wound on her stomach. She was dead yet she never looked so alive.
Tears began to roll down my face I wish that I had had more time to hold her longer, to tell her how I felt about her. I was to caught up pushing her away instead of realizing what I had. Now she was gone and none of that matters now.
I gently lifted her heard, holding her close to my chest. Something I should have done a long time ago.
I just couldn't let her go.
"Charles, you need to let her go," Michael said placing his hand on my shoulder.
I lifted my head then looked up at him, it was as if I could no longer speak. My hands were getting really shaky and so was my entire body. I looked down at her again then pulled her even closer. Letting her go was something I just couldn't get myself to do.
"Charles please, you need to let her go of her," Michael spoke once again. He held so many emotions in his voice.
"Don't you get it, if I let her go I'll have no one. I love her."
"You always had me and you know that."-he paused- that was true but many times I felt as if he was never there even when he was, he was always too busy digging up his own grave." Charles, I understand how you feel right now I've been through this. She was like a sister to me but if you don't let her go it will destroy you, the same way it did to me."
I knew he was right but I just couldn't. How could I just let go of the love of my life just like that?
After a while of Michael pacing back and forth trying to convince me out of this, he finally gave up.
Two police offices came in shortly after.
"Sir, can you please write a report on the incidence."
Michael led them out, he must have been explaining the incident. After that a whole lot of other people came in, it all went on like a blur.
After the two policemen, many other people came in most of them must have been investigators.
The question everybody had on their lips was who shoot her, how did this happen, why did this happen, what happened. The more questions they asked the more I became confused.
It all felt like a nightmare yet so real.
When Michael and I came in she was already dead, murdered in cold blood.
I swore to myself that I would find the person who killed her, each one of them. The range was building up inside me and I knew where it was going to lead me if I didn't control it.
The next couple of days went on like a blur, even her funeral.
Seeing her in that coffin, I could have sworn she was still alive. It was hard to convince myself she was dead and she was never coming back.
I started writing my diary again, I've never been good at speaking out my feeling but I always wrote when I felt like I was on the edge, and I look back and see how many things I have overcome. I just hope this was one of those times. I didn't want to give in to it because I didn't want to end up like my father.
I couldn't get her out of my mind, she was everywhere, in the kitchen where she used to cook, in my bedroom where we had our first kiss. This was driving me crazy.
I heard a faint voice, it sounded like my brother. I was getting louder and louder.
"Charles! Charles! Charles! Wake up."
I felt a bucket of ice water thrown on my chest waking me up from my hell.
My body was drenched in sweat. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. The more I tried to catch my breathe the more a failed.
"You look terribly brother, even worse than mom had said," Michael said throwing me with another bucket.
I looked up to see a smacking Michael, he has always loved the sight of my misery.
"Go away, Michael."
"Now that you said it, I'm not leaving your side brother. I'm gonna be there for you and make sure you feel a lot worse than you already do. After all, that's what brothers are for."
Everything can back to me again, all I could see was her face and the sound if that gun shoot. The thought of losing her totally frightened me, I just couldn't bear it. I wouldn't be able to survive it.
"Arrr, you doing that thing again," Michael said slapping his face bringing me back to reality.
"What thing?"
"That ugly face you make whenever you thinking."
"If you are here to mock me, you might as well leave."
"I didn't come to see you, idiot, I want to know what happened to Elizabeth."
I took a deep breath before I began to speak.
"We were at Marry's brother Bret's birthday party, you probably remember him."
"Of course the lousy kid. She never told me her brother was having a birthday party. What is he, twelve? I thought that kid was dead."
"She is probably too ashamed to be seen with you."
He glared at me for a second then you took a sip of the whiskey he was holding in his right hand. Didn't mom teach this kid any manners? How many more times do I have to tell him not to touch any of my stuff?
"Wait, what were you two doing at a party?"
"Elizabeth asked me to go with her."
"And you agreed?"
"Yes,"
"You? Agreed to go to a party with Elizabeth? What has she done to you." -he paused- " You know what, don't answer that."
"Yes, why is that so hard for you to believe?"
"Charles you hate parties. You the king of party poppers. If those charity balls weren't for your own benefit I'm pretty sure you would never attend any of them. You really crazy about her aren't you."
"Can we just concentrate on finding her?"
"I don't think that is necessary. The poor girl probably ran away and is now somewhere on a private island having the time of her life."
'Trying to get even aren't you?'
"And my car?"
"She probably dumped it somewhere to keep you distracted. Remember big brother here has already been through it all."
I rolled my eyes at him again, this really wasn't the time.
"Now back to Elizabeth,"
"I could ask Nicklaus, he has a few connections which might even be faster than the police."
"Please do, it might just be the most useful thing you've ever done."
"What happened to 'playing by the rules'?"
"Let's just say I got tired of it. It's been two weeks, I can't just sit by and do nothing like I have been told. I feel like I'm losing myself." I said running my hands through my hair.
"Just be careful brother, don't make the same mistake I did."
"Must everyone be reminded of your stupid heartbreak. It time you move on Michael, is that why you kill all those people? So they would feel the pain you do."
"No amount of physical pain can be compared to the pain I went through."
He walked away to the kitchen because after that I heard the sound of falling glasses.
"Don't steal anything," I yelled after him.
I knew I shouldn't have bought that side of him but somebody had to tell him right?
He was finally quite.
I finally stood up from my bed, I swear my body was freezing. I took a quick shower then wore a pair of warm clothes.
We heard the doorbell ring before I could answer it, Michael was already halfway there ( What is he still doing here?). Mary walked in with Erik behind him( aka the last person I want to see).
"I totally understand now why you felt threatened by him," Michael said coming towards me whispering.
"I was never threatened by him."
"You kidding me, you should definitely feel threatened. The dude has amazing hair and doesn't even get me started on his eyes. I can see perfectly clear why she fall in love with him. I don't know what she was still doing with you."
"Are you trying to make yourself feel better by making me feel bad. You know what I don't regret what I did to him so there you have it."
"Are you two done whispering," Mary spoke getting all of our attention.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
"Charles this is not just about you, I lost my best friend too. Besides, we need all the help we can get."
She was right there was no point in me being selfish, much as I wanted to punch this guy I just couldn't do it yet.
"Okay, so what have we got here?"
"I went to every police station and they still have nothing, they said they would give me a call as soon as they find anyone with that description."
"I hired three investigates and they still have nothing, Mary, have you told anyone what we have been discussing here."
"No, just Erik. No one else."
"I think the enemy is closer than we think," Michael said, he sounded more serious than usual which is very unusual because he is never serious (An less he is thinking of planning on killing someone).
"Michael, what are you implying," Marry exclaimed.
"That's the only way any of this makes sense. It's like they are one move a heard all the ."
"What makes you think that it's more than one person involved in this."
"There is no way that one person could have managed to pull this whole thing off."
"Michael just because of your stupidity it doesn't mean that everyone else is." Marry said.
Coming off someone who he has been hitting on 'ouch'.
On a serious note as much as I hated to admit it he was right.
"Erik what did you talk to her about just a day before she disappeared."
He a series expression on his face, I could see he was getting a bit nervous by the way he started tipping his fingers against his thigh.
"Charles, what are you implying. He would never do anything to hurt her."
Exactly, he would do anything to hurt me.
"Charles you should be the last to point fingers, after all, you do have a crazy ex on the loose."
We all know that Dion wouldn't hurt anyone (at least I did). And besides, we ended it one each other's good sides so I don't see why she would have anything to do with this. But Erik, him I don't trust.
Not long after that two policemen came in. We all stood up impatiently.
"Sir we found your car in the middle of the woods, near the town border." One of the policemen spoke.
Just when I got my hopes up that I would see her again it was all blown in in front of my face.
"Don't worry we will find her," Michael said patting my shoulder lightly.
I went to my bedroom and dossed myself with sleeping tablets again, lately, that's the only thing keeping me sane.
My head felt lighter, like everything around me was spinning and I was starting to losses conscience. That's when I realize those weren't sleeping pills at all.
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A/N: PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS STORY. READY TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO ELIZABETH?
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