Love and Mistakes Ch. 07-08

"He's gone Cory," Netalia said, her voice full of anger and pain. She turned on her husband and started beating him with her fists. "You killed our son!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. She pushed him into a wall before she turned and ran back to where Jordan lay. She took a deep breath as she wiped her hands on the pants she had hastily pulled on before checking Jordan's body for a pulse. She breathed a sigh of relief, he had a faint pulse. Her breath caught in her throat when Jordan's eyes opened.

"Is Sebastian okay?" Jordan managed to ask, his voice full of pain. Netalia managed not to break down. "Netalia, is Sebastian okay?" Jordan asked again.

"No," she whispered, finding the gun shot wound. Jordan closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they were glossy, full of tears.

"I'm sorry beautiful, I tried to ..." Jordan started coughing, blood trickled down over his lips.

"Jordan, don't die on me, please," Netalia whispered, using one hand to press her tee shirt over the wound and the other to wipe the blood away. Jordan coughed again, blood splattered all over her face but Netalia made no move to wipe it away. "Jordan, please, please stay with me!" Netalia cried, hearing the sirens moving closer.

"Back away from him Netalia," Cory warned.

"Go fuck yourself Cory! There isn't a damn thing you can do to me right now that will make me want to leave with you. If you want to kill me, then just kill me already!" Netalia snapped.

"You have to live Lia," Jordan managed.

"Without Sebastian and without you, I don't want to," Netalia whispered. "No!" she whimpered as Jordan's eyes closed. "Jordan, wake up! You have to wake up!" she shouted.

She hardly heard the police storm the room; she moved only when the paramedic moved her to get to Jordan. Netalia turned back to the broken body of her son and cradled him against her. She pressed her forehead to Sebastian's and cried as she held him as if she was wishing to be able to trade her life for his. "Ma'am, let me take him," one of the paramedics said gently. As Netalia handed the lifeless body of her son over to the paramedic, she groaned, her eyes rolled back in her head and the world went dark.

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