Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 21
The bullet shot echoed throughout the house and hurt my eardrums.
As soon as I heard it, I leapt out of my hiding place.
"Amy?" Mark whimpered.
"Mark, what the fuck did you do?" I asked, crying.
"I... I... " Mark stuttered, then dropped the gun and sprinted out of the house.
I knelt down next to the shaking body on the floor, which was shivering violently.
I couldn't believe what he had done.
Tré had jumped in front of the bullet.
For Billie.
"Man, I can't believe you fucking did that." Billie said, running his hands through his hair, tears springing up in his eyes.
"Tré... " I murmured, grasping his hand tightly. In a dark contrast to his green shirt, a deep red mark was blossoming from his chest, spreading across the material.
"I've called an ambulance, and Mike," Billie said, returning from the kitchen "They're on their way."
"Tré... talk to me." I said softly.
Tre groaned and fought to open his eyes, eyelashes fluttering in effort.
"Listen," I whispered gently in his ear, "I'm really sorry for what I said. If I could take it back, I swear, I would."
"I know." He mouthed, turning his head to look at me. "It's okay."
"Tré man, you gotta hang in there." Billie said urgently.
"I... don't think... ." Tré groaned.
"No... fuck no!" Billie shouted angrily. "That bullet should have been mine! Tré..."
"Sorry... guys... " Tré muttered.
"Don't apologise." Billie said. "You're the best friend a guy could ask for, Tré."
Tré laughed lightly, causing a coughing fit to erupt.
"Tré... " Billie and I said simultaneously.
"Come on," I said, sniffing and kneading his hand. "You'll be fine."
"Yeah" Billie added. "You're tough, you'll pull through." He said, breathing in heavily and sobbing slightly.
Suddenly, Mike burst in. "I can't believe I beat the ambulance." He said, breathing heavily and clutching his chest. "Oh, fuck... "
"It was Mark... he... he... " I sobbed.
"Tré, shit... you're brave. Hang in there, okay? The ambulance can't be far away."
"I'm so sorry Tré... This is all my fault. If I hadn't brought Mark into your lives, none of this would have happened."
"No, if I'd have phoned Tré and warned him off... Then maybe... " Billie started.
"No... I made the decision... Don't... blame yourselves." Tre whispered, cutting in and looking at each of us in turn.
Suddenly, Tré's hand gripped mine tight, and his electric blue eyes widened, whites edging each bright iris. Seeing this, Billie and Mike knelt down next to me, tears rolling out of their eyes.
His hand went limp in mine, and I sobbed harder.
Mike put his hand on Tré's neck, feeling for a pulse.
The ambulance sirens sounded and four medics ran in.
"Too late," Mike said, shaking his head.
I hugged Billie tight and leant my head on his shoulder.
"He's gone." I whispered.
As soon as I heard it, I leapt out of my hiding place.
"Amy?" Mark whimpered.
"Mark, what the fuck did you do?" I asked, crying.
"I... I... " Mark stuttered, then dropped the gun and sprinted out of the house.
I knelt down next to the shaking body on the floor, which was shivering violently.
I couldn't believe what he had done.
Tré had jumped in front of the bullet.
For Billie.
"Man, I can't believe you fucking did that." Billie said, running his hands through his hair, tears springing up in his eyes.
"Tré... " I murmured, grasping his hand tightly. In a dark contrast to his green shirt, a deep red mark was blossoming from his chest, spreading across the material.
"I've called an ambulance, and Mike," Billie said, returning from the kitchen "They're on their way."
"Tré... talk to me." I said softly.
Tre groaned and fought to open his eyes, eyelashes fluttering in effort.
"Listen," I whispered gently in his ear, "I'm really sorry for what I said. If I could take it back, I swear, I would."
"I know." He mouthed, turning his head to look at me. "It's okay."
"Tré man, you gotta hang in there." Billie said urgently.
"I... don't think... ." Tré groaned.
"No... fuck no!" Billie shouted angrily. "That bullet should have been mine! Tré..."
"Sorry... guys... " Tré muttered.
"Don't apologise." Billie said. "You're the best friend a guy could ask for, Tré."
Tré laughed lightly, causing a coughing fit to erupt.
"Tré... " Billie and I said simultaneously.
"Come on," I said, sniffing and kneading his hand. "You'll be fine."
"Yeah" Billie added. "You're tough, you'll pull through." He said, breathing in heavily and sobbing slightly.
Suddenly, Mike burst in. "I can't believe I beat the ambulance." He said, breathing heavily and clutching his chest. "Oh, fuck... "
"It was Mark... he... he... " I sobbed.
"Tré, shit... you're brave. Hang in there, okay? The ambulance can't be far away."
"I'm so sorry Tré... This is all my fault. If I hadn't brought Mark into your lives, none of this would have happened."
"No, if I'd have phoned Tré and warned him off... Then maybe... " Billie started.
"No... I made the decision... Don't... blame yourselves." Tre whispered, cutting in and looking at each of us in turn.
Suddenly, Tré's hand gripped mine tight, and his electric blue eyes widened, whites edging each bright iris. Seeing this, Billie and Mike knelt down next to me, tears rolling out of their eyes.
His hand went limp in mine, and I sobbed harder.
Mike put his hand on Tré's neck, feeling for a pulse.
The ambulance sirens sounded and four medics ran in.
"Too late," Mike said, shaking his head.
I hugged Billie tight and leant my head on his shoulder.
"He's gone." I whispered.
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