14: She Wanted Her Alive

KEIRA’s P.O.V

Last night, I received a text message from D.T, asking what the necklace looked like. I sent it to her right away, without hesitation, and asked her what she'd do with it, but she didn’t reply. I expected that she had fallen asleep while waiting for my reply. I didn’t mind that matter because I thought she was just intrigued.

This morning, we were just talking about Gwen and even handed D.T the paper bag that contains 3 large packs of almonds. When afternoon came, I got a message from Litty informing D.T had gone somewhere and didn’t inform her where.

Now, I have just got a call from one of our hospitals and it has been reported that D.T was delivered there with a group of men.

The thought of something terrible happening to her makes my heart sink, feeling my blood leaving me like waves washing the shore swiftly. My brain won’t work and I can’t think of any possible reason why she’s there at our hospital– lying.

“How did that even happen?!” Litty is currently having a mental breakdown and going hysterical for the whole minute after getting the news.

“She’s strong enough to beat anyone but I can’t think of any possible answer to why it did happen,” Louie stated as a matter of fact on the other line. Worry laced her voice, passing through us.

“I don’t know. My brain stopped functioning as fuck.”

“What about the newbie? Have you informed her? She’s part of us now,” Litty asked.

My grip on the steering wheel tightens as the video call continues.

“Yeah. Did you–”

I cut Louie off. “She’s with her. I’m sure she’s the reason why D-T was there.” I gritted my teeth.

We were just talking about her earlier and hours passed, this happened.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” Litty said, head shaking. Not believing the words I said.

“Why would Gwen show herself in that bar?” Louie inquired.

“We’ll know once we arrive. Come as fast as you can. If something happens to D-T, God forgives me, but I won’t forgive that bitch and those who hurt her.” I whack the wheel furiously.

That bitch! If it wasn’t because of D.T, I wouldn’t have even let her be part of us.

“We need to calm down, Key. Dee might get worried if something happened to you, to us, instead,” Louie cooed.

“I’m sorry.” I heaved a sigh. “I’m almost there, so hurry.”

“So do I,” Litty informed.

“Let’s meet at the reception. Key, Litty, don’t do anything stupid to Gwen. Dee wants her alive. Bye.” Louie ended her line, leaving us wondering.

“Alive?”

I shrugged at Litty’s question. “She didn’t say anything to me. Anyway, I’m already here. Bye.”

“Okay, okay. Bye.”

Ending the call, I searched for the nearest parking space. After a minute of looking, I parked my car and made sure that it was locked.

I sprint my way to the reception, bumping into some random people who walk opposite to me in the hallway.

“Hey.” I knocked on the reception desk and caught the nurse’s attention.

She stared at me for a while, blinked, and abruptly stood up.

“Miss Weynscarlet!” The nurse sputtered, catching people’s attention.

“Where’s the room of D-T?”

She tilted her head a bit to the right, confusion written all over her face.

One of the nurses butted in and respectfully talked to me. “I apologize, Miss Weynscarlet. Miss Versiocho is currently in the E-R.”

I nodded. Then, I turned my head to face the girl and pointed at her. “Fire her,” I mumbled, just enough for the two of them to hear.

The male bowed his head. “Yes, Miss Weynscarlet.”

I was about to turn around when I heard the voice of Litty and Louie shouting my name.

“Key!” they called in unison.

“Follow me,” I commanded. They nodded.

As soon as I spotted her in the group of people in the hallway, my blood started to simmer. Fists composed, my strides were fast and composed, the loud beating of my heart seemed like it moved to my ear as my body trembled. Voices muffled and inaudible as my eyes were locked with hers, the prey that would wish for her quick death.

Without breaking eye contact, I dashed at her and grabbed her collar firmly, pinning her hard to the nearest wall.

Fear. I can sense fear in her.

“Key, I– I can’t bre–breathe!” she cried, struggling to breathe, squirming her way out of my grip.

Her hands tapped and clawed my arm, trying to peel off my grip onto her, but she failed at it.

Teeth gritting, jaw tightening, glares digging through her soul. I asked her, “What happened to Demian?”

Her breathing turned shallow, her face stale as time went by.

“ANSWER ME!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Litty grabbed my arm, trying to pry me off from this bitch. “Key, calm down!”

“Key, let go of her,” Louie pleaded, as she also helped to stop me.

“Let go of me!”

They didn’t listen.

A hand snatched me forcefully, yet gently, separating me with such ease. Gwen falls to the ground, coughing and gasping for air to fill her lungs. I turned to see who successfully tore me off and it was Smith Cullen, Markus Dizon’s friend.

He withdrew his hand that was snaking around my torso. I huff, trying to heartsease myself.

“Before you take the living light out of her, think of your friend first that was still in the E-R,” Smith said, pointing at the room where D.T is.

Louie looked at me with downcast eyes. “He’s right, Key.”

Litty caresses my back. “If she doesn’t wanna talk about it, then let’s wait ‘til Dee gains consciousness, ‘kay? Dee will never lie to us about this matter and you know it.”

I nodded as a response.

Once again, I glared at Gwen and pointed at her. “Be fucking thankful that they were here or else you’ll die here and now in my own hands, you filthy bitch.”

Louie’s hands hold mine to halt me, “Enough,” she softly pleads.