Useless

ZACH

The iron-studded boot kicked mercilessly into my bare side, fresh blood springing up from the new holes that leaked and oozed. The bright redness coated over the old dried blood like a new paint coat on a fence.

But I didn't feel it. I only felt the hollowness of my insides at knowing that everything I had been living for, fighting for, was gone. I had risked all of this happening to find that my little daughter was gone. A baby unborn, for 8 months- then torn from her life she barely had. It wasn't fair! Josh had known, Josh had been insane- but it was all too late now. I couldn't let Zachlyn know- if she knew that Morgan was dead, I would no longer have any use to her. At first, her motives for torturing me had been unclear, but then I had realized that nearly all of them had had to do with Cammie or where we lived or where we frequented or work. All personal. I couldn't tell Zachlyn. I remembered when Zachlyn had burst into the room:

"SEIZE HIM!" She had ordered, her men charging at me. I had simply rolled out of the bed and laid facedown, my legs drawn up to the wound still leaking blood, on the floor. The phone had fallen uselessly out of my hand to the ground. A man, who resembled a bear more than an actual human being, had grabbed my hair, pulling my head up and forcing me to look at Zachlyn. The other one had picked up the phone and crushed it in his fist.

Zachlyn had then calmly pulled out a gun, holding it level to my head. I knew that she wouldn't shoot me until she had gotten what she had wanted, but at that point, I didn't really know what she wanted.

Now, ten minutes later, I was still sitting on the ground, with gunshot wounds in my foot, arm, and hand. I was missing part of a finger, from a bullet blowing off the top of my right pinky. Zachlyn didn't really want to kill me, she just wanted to hurt me. "It's not working," she muttered to her guard. "Bring in something else." Zachlyn turned to me. "How about a torch?" she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

My eyes shot open. Not fire. I was terrified of it. Ever since I had been trapped in a burning car when I was young, I had a debilitating fear of it. It was my one weakness when it came to pain. "I'LL TALK!" I screamed out, my voice raspy and basically gone. Zachlyn turned to me. "Good," she responded silkily.

"Who did you talk to on the phone?" Zachlyn asks, leaning in close. "From our monitors we think it's that... Cammie." Zachlyn says the name like it was a particularly vile infectious disease that people would hold charity galas for but would all secretly be disgusted by and refuse to associate themselves with victims.

"Yes," I whisper. "Has your daughter been born yet? According to our insider, she should be due soon."

Zachlyn didn't mention an exact time, so all Zach could do about knowing the day was guess. He was in too much pain for his internal clock to be working properly.

"HAS SHE?" Zachlyn questions again. Two hours had already passed, and Zachlyn hadn't got much information. Zach's eyes filled with tears at the thought of Morgan again. "Stay strong, Cammie." Zach murmurs. Zachlyn stomps her foot.

"SPEAK UP!" Zachlyn shouts, kicking her boot into Zach's face. He feels a crack as his nose breaks- for the third time since he'd arrived here. Blood gushes down his face, and Zachlyn pushes his head backwards. The blood fills his mouth, and he starts to choke. He coughs.

"No," he splutters, hacking more as he tries to clear his throat. "She hasn't, and she'll NEVER BE!" Zach looks up at his sister's face. It's a mask of shock.

"What-? How-" Zach interrupts her.

"It was killed! By Cammie's old- THING! ACQUAINTANCE! I DON'T KNOW! And Cammie was hurt by him too!" Zach is gasping for air by the time he's finished.

"There's no baby?" Zachlyn whispers. "Nope," Zach confirms. "No baby. No plans. No legacy." Zachlyn's face turns murderous with rage.

"YOU-!" She screeches, flying at Zach and taking out all her anger. "THEN WE HAVE NO USE FOR YOU ANYMORE!"

Before he knows what's happening, men are carrying his bloodied, broken body out of the room. Before he knows where he is, he's being loaded into a helicopter. Before he knows what he's standing on, he's falling through the air. And before he knows what he's heard, that Zachlyn shouted "GOOD RIDDANCE, USELESS!", he's hitting the ground with the force of a thousand tons of brick and the feeling of his body cracking into a million pieces.

I HATE MYSELF FOR WRITING THAT BUT I WAS TIRED OF CAMMIE AND ZACH BEING APART.