My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Author’s POV

“CLEMSON!!!!” Greg shouted at the top of his lungs as his voice echoed in the hallway.

Still holding Gianna, he ran towards Clemson.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Clems clutched onto his chest as he fell down on the cold ground with a loud thud.

Greg fell on his knees beside him as he held his head in his hands.

Clems looked at him and smiled weakly.

“W… why do I a… always have to protect y… you from dan … ger?”

His voice seemed distant and powerless.

“Clemson, hold on dear friend, hold on. Let’s go to hospital”, Greg said.

“Lionel! Nelson! Jones!”, he called, his voice was shaking as he shouted for help.

Nelson’s eyes were teary as he was helplessly trying to control Yakuza who seemed to have lost his mind.

Greg tried to carry Clemson off the ground but Clems held his hand strongly, holding him down.

His dying eyes were teary.

“Gre.. Greg….. I… I never backstabbed you -“, Clems was loosing his strength.

“I know Clems, please, stay awake please -“, Greg ran his hands through Clem’s hair trembling as a tear dropped from his eye.

Clems reached out for Greg’s cheek with his hands, staring into his eyes so lovingly like he was looking at his childhood best friend he had known for years.

“I… I love you so much Greg, please … take… care of Gina”, he coughed as blood came out of his mouth.

And in the next minute, he closed his eyes and there was a complete silence.

Greg’s eyes widened as he bursted into tears.

“No! Clems! stay with me!” He shook his body aggressively but there was nothing but a cold silence.

Expected activities took over.

Sounds of an ambulance siren.

Running foot steps.

Dragging of stretchers.

Everything seemed blur to Gregory.

He couldn’t believe all these was happening.

He just stood outside the ICU staring at the door blankly. His thoughts were spinning and wheeling.

His shirt was drenched in blood. The blood of his favorite pet, and the blood of his once best friend. The best friend who had always loved him even when he abandoned him.

Jones was holding his head sitting on the ground in silence. He couldn’t imagine a life without Clems.

All the memories came rushing back, the memories when Clemson was always there for him, always smiling, always encouraging him, back then when they were nothing but street kids.

Even though Clemson wasn’t a street kid as they were, he was always bringing them food.

…Flashback…

HERE WE GO GUYS! I BROUGHT Y’ALL SOME COOKIES FROM MY MOM’S OVEN, YOU GONNA LOVE IT.

WOW! WE WERE STARVING! THANKS VERY MUCH.

STOP THANKING ME GREG! WE PROMISED TO ALWAYS BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER HUH!

YEAH!! WE DID!!!!!

…End Of Flashback…

As he remembered these words, Jones glanced over at Greg. Then he stood up and walked towards him.

Greg’s eyes averted slowly to Jones as he put a hand on his shoulder.

Greg looked at him blankly as his eyes started getting wet. A tear broke free from his eyes and then, tears flowed out like a dam spilling down his face.

Greg’s POV

Jones hugged me tightly.

“Clems! He cannot leave us right? He won’t leave us”.

Waves of pain were radiating from my heart to my whole body as I could feel my heart aching so badly.

“He won’t Greg… he won’t. He will be okay. He has to come back”, Jones assured, also crying as Nelson patted him on the back also crying.

…A Few Hours Later…

The doctor came out of the ICU as we all stood up practically running towards him.

“He is out of danger now”, the doctor said, smiling and Jones took a deep breath.

Nelson squeaked in happiness.

“He is lucky that the bullet didn’t even touch his heart but only pierced into the skin in the third rib. It may take time but he will get recovered completely. You can meet him once he is moved into the private room”.

My muscle relaxed as I placed my forehead on Nelson’s shoulder.

The doctor assured, saying some other more things and then left.

I started to walk away when Jones asked.

“Where are you going?”

I turned as I smiled brightly.

“I am going to meet my Pet”.

Everyone’s face slowly broke into smiles as I went towards the room Gianna was admitted.

I entered as I saw the nurse setting the saline drip and a blood bag. She was a smart young looking lady.

“How is she now?”, I asked sitting beside the sleeping Gianna and taking her right hand in mine, as I kissed the back of her palm.

Instantly the nurse furrowed her brows in annoyance before replying me, making me get confused.

“What kind of a father are you?” She blurted out and my eyebrows narrowed, I was still confused. Father? Gianna isn’t my daughter huh.

“Your wife is pregnant for just four weeks, she and the baby are so weak at this point. She might loose the baby at any moment at this point”, she continued.

Huh!