I could barely breathe standing next to James and Dean who were holding Lucy and crying uncontrollably. I couldn't even see properly due to the tears trickling down my cheeks. I didn't even know if I could muster up any words in this situation. I was too shocked. Too heartbroken. Too devastated to even open my mouth. All I could do was stare silently and cry. My heart ached for Dean. He lost his baby sister. His fearless warrior sister, cruelly taken away by a man high off power and lust.

"D-Dean, I"-

"James call the men and tell them we've got Rosie and to send 2 men here and drag Adam into the car trunk. I haven't finished with him".

Dean gently laid Lucy's still body on the floor before standing up and clicking his neck side to side. He glanced at me coldly not showing any emotion as he looked away and walked towards Adam who lay motionless on the floor. Dean kicked Adam harshly in the head before inhaling a deep breath of air. His aura was dark. His face full of rage. For the first time since I met him, I feared him.

He turned back around and walked back to Lucy gazing at her with tears in his eyes.

My hand involuntarily reached out and brushed Dean's shoulders in hopes of giving him some comfort in this incredibly sad time. But Dean pushed my hand off his shoulder and carried on walking towards Lucy.

"Dean?" James' voice sounded broken and sad as he walked up to Dean, but Dean moved himself away from James as he attempted to physically comfort him.

He crouched down and scooped his arms underneath her pale and bloodied body and slowly lifted her up cradling her to his chest. He stood away from both James and I, his chest was moving up and down as he stared down at his sister staring motionlessly up at the ceiling.

"Let's go". His voice was cold and dark as he began to walk away down the corridor.

"Are you hurt Rosie?".

I jumped at James' voice and turned to face him, but his confident powerful aura was long gone. Here before me stood a broken man who looked like he had lost a friend, a child.

"N-no, I'm ok". James checked me over before nodding slowly placing his hand on my lower back and leading me down the hall and out to safety with a gun in hand. Even though they had saved me, we weren't out safely yet.

The corridors were dark and silent as we walked back out of the maze. James covered my eyes and guided me away from the bloodied bodies on the floor trying to shield my eyes away from the grizzly sight. But I had seen it all. I was too numb to care.

"Bloody hell. Thought you were the enemy". James' hand had clamped over my mouth as we turned a corner bumping into 2 other men. The men whispered hushed words to one another and turned to the direction we had come from. I could hear my name being mentioned several times, but I didn't care to question them. I wanted to check on Dean. I wanted to comfort him.

"W-where's Dean?" I asked quietly interrupting their conversation, but thankfully they heard me and stopped talking instantly.

"He's made it outside to the car ma'am". They smiled sadly at me before looking back at James and nodding sternly.

James pressed his hand on my back and pushed me forwards slightly, but the men who were with us were running the opposite direction to us.

"Where are they going?". James gripped my hand tightly and began to ran down the corridor.

"They've been instructed to bring Adam with us. He's going to wish you'd have killed him". James' voice was cold as he escorted me out of the building. His words sank in making me shiver at the thought of what Dean would do to him. He would be ruthless. I had never seen a dark side to Dean but from the way he looked and spoke I could tell he would not be letting Adam die for a long while.

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The car journey was silent. No one said a word. Some men took Lucy's body away to my relief. I couldn't bear to look at her innocent face looking pale and lifeless. James was driving us back along the quiet road, his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel. Dean however, was staring blankly out of the window. I couldn't see his face, but it didn't stop me from seeing his body shake with silent sobs. I wanted to comfort him so badly. I wanted to hold him close and whisper words of reassurance. But I knew he wouldn't let me.

"We're here and I jus"-.

Dean stepped out of the car and slammed the door just as James was in mid sentence. But James simply nodded and bid me goodnight. Whispering a quiet goodbye I felt the tears well up in my eyes as they fell upon Dean embracing Maria who was crying on the floor of the doorstep. Her body trembled and rapidly shook her head from left to right.

"Not my sweet angel" she cried out. Dean held her tighter and stroked her grey hair gently rocking her slightly in hopes of bringing her comfort.

I stayed away from the pair of them and bowed my head down not wanting to intrude on them. But my head slowly lifted seeing Dean's legs straighten up and stood to his full height.

He looked over at me, my breath hitching as his face scrunched up into a frown but his face instantly softened as Maria started to talk to him. He helped lift her up and escorted her shaky body inside to the house leaving the door open behind him.

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4 hours later

I laid on my bed listening to the cries of Maria for hours. I had gone straight upstairs. I felt as though that was my only option. I wasn't part of the family so why else would they want to seek comfort from me. I could hear footsteps pacing around the hallways stumbling around and things crashing onto the floor. Lucy's room was opposite mine and her door was opening and closing frequently. It was now 2am and I could still hear rustling around the house. I was too upset to sleep. Every time I shut my eyes my face met with Lucy's lifeless eyes staring into my soul like a ghost forever haunting me.

Suddenly a loud crash sounded from Lucy's room. The shatter of glass shot me up and out of bed. Grabbing my silk dressing gown I wrapped it around my body and tied the strings together. Hesitantly stepping out of my bedroom, I poked my head out from the doorway to see all the lights off in the house. But there was still noise from Lucy's room.

Creeping out of the safety of my bedroom, I grasped the handle of Lucy's door and twisted it slowly before pushing the door gently revealing the warm colours of lavender on the walls. But as the door widened my eyes fell upon the chaos in the once immaculately tidy room. Empty bottles of alcohol were smashed on the floor, some still had liquid in them that had been emptied onto her cream carpet.

Dean was lying on her bed cuddling several items that belonged to Lucy. Her favourite jacket, the necklace Dean had brought for her and her childhood cuddly bunny that she always denied sleeping with, but Dean told me she did. His body was shaking and his breaths irregular. He was completely broken. The man that always held it together was now crumbling before me. He had lost the only family he had left. He had lost his world.

"Dean, I"-

"Get out".

His voice was cold and harsh as he turned the other way on the bed with Lucy's possessions still in his arms.

"Dean, please let me"-

"I SAID GET THE HELL OUT" he screamed.

My heart started to race as Dean jumped up off the bed and turned to face me. His face was red with rage and his fists were clenched tightly together as he made his way around the bed and stood but a few steps away from me.

"Dean, don't shut me out. I'm here, you can talk to me".

"You? You think I want to talk to you! You're the last person I want to speak to". Only 1 week ago was he staring at me as if I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, yet now he was staring at me as if I was scum.

"I know you're angry and upset"-

"You know do you? Do you want to see how bloody angry I am Rosie because I'll gladly show you". I cowered back in fear as Dean raised his hand towards me and let his hand connect with the lamp on the table beside me. Tears flooded out of my eyes as I saw Dean swipe everything off Lucy's desk and scream out loudly.

"P-please, I'm"-

"You're sorry? Is that what you're bloody going to say. You're the reason my baby sister is dead". I stumbled back into the smashed up mirror shaking uncontrollably as Dean walked towards me with a sadistic smile.

"I can't believe we are in this situation again. I had to come and save you, again. And look where me saving you got us. LUCY IS DEAD. SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK AND IT'S YOUR FAULT". Dean punched the mirror beside my head making me cry out in fear. His arm shook violently with glass sticking out of his knuckles.

I didn't know what to say in this situation. I knew he'd react badly to the death of his sister. I just didn't expect him to be like this.

"Dean, I, I'm so sorry for your loss. But it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask for you to save me. I wanted you and Lucy free". I tried to stand tall and be brave, but the expressions on his face frightened me to my core. As much as I didn't want to have to respond to his grief, I wasn't going to stand here and let him blame me for her death.

"Wow, you have the audacity to actually to try and say you're not responsible. If we hadn't had met you then Adam would've never have been after us and Lucy would still be alive. I wish you had jumped off that damn bridge. You're just a bloody burden Rosie. An inconvenience that cost me my sister's life".

Tears streamed out of my eyes hearing his harsh and heartbreaking words. I knew he was highly intoxicated to numb the pain of losing Lucy, but then again drunk words are sober thoughts.

"You don't mean that Dean. I know you're hurting and I understand your pain"-

"YOU KNOW NOTHING OF MY PAIN ROSIE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF WHAT I AM GOING THROUGH. Every time I look at you, all I see is Lucy. I see her lifeless eyes staring into mine. I can't even picture her before she died. I cannot see the happy, fearless girl who loved everyone around her. Her dead body will forever be etched into my mind haunting me until the day I die".

I bit my lip harshly. I didn't know the pain of losing a sibling. But I knew the pain of losing your last family member and it was excruciating. Even though it was years ago, it hurt even still.

My mouth opened up, but no words could come out.

"I, I-lo".

"You what? Spit it out Rosie. Stop wasting my time".

"I love you and I want you to let me in so I can help you". I wanted him to hear my desperation and plea to let me in.

His face paled as he backed away from me. He ran both of his hands through his hair harshly shaking his head side to side.

"Love? You love me?". He laughed mockingly and lay back down on the bed.

"I loved my sister. But you, I'll never love you. Never have, never will. Now, get the hell out of this room and stay out of my way". I watched silently as Dean picked up Lucy's possessions and turned away from me.

Sobs crawled their way up my throat and threatened to burst out, but before I had a chance to break down in front of him I sprinted out of the room slamming the door behind me and ran straight into my bedroom opposite hers. Jumping into bed I cried loudly into my pillow feeling nothing but guilt and shame. His words swarmed my head like an infestation. As much as I wanted to believe that this was his grief talking, I couldn't help but start to believe his words. I ultimately was responsible for Lucy's death and the thought made my heart ache painfully in my chest.

Clutching the duvet tightly, I threw it over my trembling body and cried into the soft material not wanting to disturb Dean or Maria. Thankfully in the midst of my breakdown I somehow gave way to sleep.

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I woke up with a start unaware as to how long I had been asleep for. I felt as though I had slept for years, but checking my phone I realised that I had been asleep for 9 hours.

Jumping out of bed, I rubbed at my eyes in attempt to get the sleep out of them and grabbed my dressing gown. It was the first morning since Lucy's death and the house felt uncomfortably empty.

Opening up the bedroom door, I poked my head out and took a few deep breaths unsure whether to face Dean after the previous conversation.

Stepping out of the bedroom I crept down the hallway biting my nails nervously as I saw all the bedroom doors open. I anxiously glanced into Dean's room to see it looking neat and untouched like always. Except, the bed was completely stripped bare. No mattress, nothing. As I stepped further into his room I noticed that all of his belongings, clothes, books had vanished.

My heart dropped in fear. Rushing to Lucy's room I scanned around expecting to see glass bottles of sorts, but just like Dean's room, it too was empty. Completely empty.

"Dean? Maria?". I rushed to Maria's room and banged at the half open door. It swung open with the force of my hit, but my face had paled seeing the sight of the room.

It was bare. Everything was gone.

"DEAN! MARIA!".

Sprinting down the stairs, my face paled seeing empty hallways that used to be covered in photo frames and flowers. But it was bare. The whole home was bare. Not a single piece of equipment remained in the kitchen or hallway.

Fearing the worst I slammed open the door to the lounge and fell to the floor. All the sofas had been taken, the tv, bookcases. Everything. The only thing remaining was a note stuck to the door of the conservatory. My heart sank as I pulled the small note off the door and sunk to the floor as I began to read it.

To Rosie,

This is the last time you'll be hearing from me. The pain of losing my sister is something you'll never truly understand. Every time I look at you all I see is Lucy dead on the floor. The only way I'll ever find peace is if I move on and disappear. I've taken Maria with me. She's the only good I have left. This house is now yours Rosie. Do what you wish with it. But please, don't look for me. This is goodbye.

Dean