“Brynn, where are you?” I called out as I walked to the kitchen. “I have some goss to share with—” I came to an abrupt halt as I entered the kitchen.
Oh God.
No.
I was seeing things.
My heart raced as I stared at my sister lying on the floor with blood oozing out of her.
I screamed. I know I did, but I couldn’t hear it.
I scrambled to the floor to pull her into my arms.
I couldn’t think straight.
“Brynny, no!”
I sat with her head in my lap, clinging to her. Willing her to not die.
Gulping down breaths, I suddenly realised I should check for a pulse.
There was a pulse.
With shaky hands, I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. Somehow I called 000 and got through the call.
“Brynn!” I cried out as if that would magically fix her.
My chest hurt.
I couldn’t do this.
I needed Brynn to get me through this.
I dialled King. It was instinctual. There was no thought process. Somehow I just knew he was my person. He would get me through this when my sister couldn’t.
He answered on the third ring. “What’s up?”
I gripped the phone hard and tried to talk, but the only sound that came was a wail.
“Lily, what?” he demanded. “What the fuck has happened?”
“It’s Brynn… She’s been shot. I need you.”
“Fuck. I’m on my way.”
I couldn’t breathe.
My heart was going to explode out of my chest.
My sister could not die.
I couldn’t do life without her.
Hurry, King.
I need you.
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