Ugly Bitch

**Althaia**

I landed on the ground and cried out when I landed painfully on my shoulder. It felt like I got shot. The sounds of groans quickly caught my attention and I whipped my head in that direction.

“Oh, God, Michael!” He was bleeding from his leg and I quickly crawled over to him, ignoring my own pain.

“Why did you do that, you idiot?” Cara sat up and looked at him. He had pushed away and he let himself take the bullet.

“Are you guys okay?” Michael panted out and tried to get up, but immediately held around his ribs and slumped down again.

“We’re okay. I can’t believe you did that!” I looked around, seeing we were behind a machine and out of Carlos’ view. I pressed down on the wound while I tried to figure out what I could use to stop the bleeding.

“Isn’t it cute? A traitor is helping the enemies.” Carlos’ voice rang out along with another gunshot firing. I threw myself down to cover, avoiding the bullet by a hair.

“Stay down.” Michael put a hand on my back to keep me down as he aimed after Carlos who was coming back. Michael fired after him, forcing him to cover away from us.

“Fuck!” Michael groaned and slumped to the ground in pain.

“Don’t make it worse for yourself! Are you hurt anywhere else?” I scanned his body for other injuries but it was difficult to make out since he was also wearing a bulletproof vest underneath.

“Just a few cracked ribs. The painkillers have worn off.” He panted out with a strained voice before more shots were fired.

“You’re not getting out of here! You’re all dead!” Carlos laughed, having me grit my teeth.

“Help Michael while I distract that little bitch.” Cara said and got ready to move.

“Wait, take my gun with you.” I patted myself, realizing I didn’t have it on me.

“Shit!” My eyes widened in a panic. I searched around for it on the floor and I found it. The only problem was, it had slipped to the other side after being pushed to the ground. I reached up to my ear to call for any backup.

But it was gone.

“It’s okay, I got it.” Cara showed she had a gun

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked worriedly. I didn’t want anything to happen to her but with Michael unable to move and no one to call for help, we had to try.

“No! You’re not doing it.” Michael growled out in pain. We ignored him as we continued to look at each other. She gave me a firm look, convincing me she could do this.

“I’ve hated that ugly bitch from day one. I want to shoot those two hairs on his head.” Cara looked over in the direction of Carlos with disgust on her face.

“Okay. Try and keep him away from here while I help Michael.”

“Cara, no!” Michael growled out and even tried to get up to stop but it was already too late as she got going.

“Shut up, you’re not in charge anymore.” I told him and had him lay still so I could figure out what I was dealing with while I went back to put pressure on his leg.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just leave me and save yourself. I’m a dead man either way.”

“I’m not leaving you here.” I knew it was the pain that was talking for him.

“There is not much time… You and Cara have to get out of here before it’s too late. This place is about to blow up.” I thought my heart couldn't beat any faster, but it did at the information. I took a quick, deep breath and focused.

“Then I better get you out of here.” I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tried to tear it apart to use as a bandage. I could hear Cara in the background, agitating Carlos by keep calling him an ugly bitch.

“Please, Thaia… I don’t deserve it. Everything I have done, and your mom… I deserve to rot. But, first… I need to tell you how sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you and when I said those things to you… Fuck, I was a piece of shit.”

“Michael -”

“No, let me say this first." He looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I’m not asking for forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. I was jealous when I saw you with him. I believed you were making a mistake and I thought you were better off with someone like… me. I know you got married and I’m happy for you. And unlike me, I know he will never hurt you and he will do anything for you. I love you, Althaia. I do. But I love you more as my family. You and Cara are the only ones I have left. I -”

“Stop.” I felt the lump in my throat grow the more he talked. The way he was looking at me with eyes that held so much regret and sadness.

“Stop talking as if you’re about to die. We’re getting out of here and we’ll be fine. I am done losing people I care about. Your words hurt me, yes. Even more, because I was such a mess at the time. You can’t control who you love, and I know that very well because look who I’m with.” I chuckled lightly, and he even let out a small smile through his pain.

“I also know how miserable life can be when you think you have no one. But you still have me. Us. We’re still your family. What happened in the past is forgotten and forgiven.” I said and continued to tear off a piece of his shirt to bandage his leg. Michael put a hand on top my mine to stop me.

“If only I knew what was going on, I would have done everything I could to stop it.”

“I know.” I believed him. Gaetano was the piece of shit who deserved to rot. Not Michael.

“I don’t deserve it. Go and save yourselves.” He was panting more and his voice was strained.

“Yeah, no.” I smacked away his hand and bandaged his leg. He clenched his jaw when I tied it tightly around his leg, making sure there was enough pressure to try and stop the bleeding.

“I kind of have a reputation of caring more about others than myself.” I smiled and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Can you help me loosen up the vest? I can hardly breathe and it’s pressing against my ribs.” I quickly fixed it and he let out a small breath of relief.

I stilled, frozen in place and Michael mirrored my expression. Everything was quiet. The shouting and gunshots that had been in the background, ceased. Michael tried to get up but I stopped him and put a finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. As quietly as I could, I started to crawl to see what was going on. My arms were shaking and everything in me was praying Cara was okay.

Swallowing hard, I sat with my back pressed against the machine and slowly peeked out. It happened too fast. I gasped at the sight and a shot was fired. I jerked back, landing on my side to cover. But I was too late as I cried out in pain, holding my bloodied arm.

“Thaia!” Michael reached out to me.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I clenched my jaw in pain. I looked down at my arm, removing my shaking hand to see just how much blood was gushing out. It was burning in pain and the skin was open, but no bullet was stuck.

“I - Fuck! He has Cara!” I wheezed out. Michael was outraged and somehow managed to get on his feet with his gun ready.

But he didn’t fire.

Instead, I screamed after Michael when he violently jolted backward and landed on his back. I hurriedly went to him and somehow managed to let out a breath of relief when I saw he would be okay. He was in agonizing pain, but he would be okay. If he wasn’t wearing a vest, he would have a bullet in his chest now.

Carlos' laugh boomed out.

“There is that scream. I’ve wanted to hear it ever since I saw the video of you screaming after your mommy.” I stopped breathing.

“What..?” I breathed out and rapidly blinked, not understanding his words.

“I watched it all. How everything happened. I made them record you so I wouldn’t miss out. The way you cried and screamed after your mommy made me horny.” My heart was pounding, and my breathing changed, shaking as he continued to laugh. My eyes burned with unshed tears. They videotaped my mother’s death as if it was some kind of entertainment?

“Your reaction was praiseworthy. Screaming, crying, shouting before going numb. That shit went straight to my cock. It had me almost jerking off to it.”

“You’re sick… You’re fucking sick!” I screamed but it only humored him some more.

“It’s a shame they didn’t get to you. I wanted them to cut you open. To cut out that disgusting thing that was growing in your belly.” I felt time stopped. Everything stopped moving. I wasn’t even breathing anymore as everything shut down within me.

The pain, the anger, the sadness, the shame I felt when my baby got ripped away from me. How I was left with only a picture of a painful memory. A constant reminder of how powerless and shattered I was when I couldn’t protect my own baby.

“Disgusting…?” My voice was shaking. Shaking in anger.

“Did you just call my baby disgusting?” I didn’t know what was happening to me as I let out a laugh. Humorless, dark and cold.

I couldn’t hear anything.

I couldn’t feel anything.

I grabbed the gun, my hand tightening around it.

“I’m fucking killing that ugly bitch.”

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