Crescendo, Hush 2 - Webnode

Every time I saw you, all I could think about was that I chickened
out. I could have saved your dad’s life. I’m sorry,” he said, his
voice cracking.
“It’s okay.” I said it as much for myself as Scott. “Everything’s
going to be okay.” But it felt like the worst lie yet.
Scott picked up the gun, fingering it. Before the whole
moment made sense to me, I saw him raise it to his head. “I
don’t deserve to live,” he said.
A veil of ice choked my heart. “Scott—,” I began.
“Your family deserves this. I can’t face you anymore. I can’t
face myself.” His finger slid to the trigger.
There was no time to think. “You didn’t kill my dad,” I said.
“Rixon did—Vee’s boyfriend. He’s a fallen angel. It’s real, all of
it. You’re Nephilim, Scott. You can’t kill yourself. Not this way.
You’re immortal. You’re never going to die. If you want to make
amends for any guilt you feel over my dad’s death, help me get
out of here. Rixon is on the other side of that door, and he’s
going to kill me. The only way I’m going to survive is if you help
me.”
Scott stared back wordlessly. Before he could answer, the
service room door scraped open. Rixon appeared in the
opening. He raked his hair off his forehead and cast his eyes
around the small utility room. On an impulse of self-protection, I
drew closer to Scott.
Rixon’s gaze shifted from me to Scott.
“You’re going to have to go through me before you get to her,”
Scott said, laying his left arm across me and shifting his weight
to shield my body. He was breathing rapidly.