CHAPTER TWELVE

Chloe’s P.O.V

I stopped crying and sat by his bed playing with his hair and placed a kiss on his forehead gently, his chest and head wrapped in bandages and you can see where he got shot from the blood seeping through.

“I’m sorry for putting you through all this,” I whispered.

I truly was, why did she shoot him over something so stupid, and why not me instead?

Why leave me alive if I was the one she wanted gone?

I gritted my teeth. “I’ll kill them,” I whispered.

“What?” I could tell she’s not believing what I’m saying.

“I said I’ll kill them all,” I say louder.

“I think we should just go to the police,” She says uncomfortably.

“No, they took Colby away, remember,” I said, getting angrier.

“Yes, but that was a misunderstanding,” She says, trying to explain.

“I don’t care, I don’t want him in jail, I want them dead!” I yelled, all the nurses stared at us through the open door.

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