"Cover your ears baby".

I sighed angrily knowing the wrath I was about to face. I expected this, but I wasn't expecting him to react like this. I watched as Isabella placed her hands over her ears hesitantly, confusion being the only expression on her face.

"You bloody fucking moron! How dare you say those things to her and then simply leave her. Are you out of your goddamn mind?!". His face was red from anger, his fists clenched tightly as he gripped at my collar harshly. James was a man of morals, something I had lost the moment I snapped at Rosie.

"It's done anyway. I'm going to find peace". I pulled myself out of his grip and neatened myself up. Lucy's funeral took place today with only a few of my closest friends there with me. But the atmosphere was far from calm. James had only realised that Rosie wasn't here when the service started. After the funeral took place all hell broke loose once he heard of what I had said and done.

"Peace? You truly think you'll find peace. Wake the fuck up and realise that Rosie was your peace. Anyone with eyes could see that. And you hurt and threw away the one person that could've given you the comfort and peace you're seeking. I'm so disappointed in you Dean. If what you said to me is true, if the words you spoke to Rosie are what you actually said, then I'm afraid you've lost her for good".

Guilt swarmed through my body like a never ending stream. I knew the moment I lashed out at her that I had hurt her beyond measure. I could see the tears threatening to pour out of her eyes before running out of Lucy's bedroom. I wanted to run after her and tell her I was sorry, but I knew the damage was done. I knew that I had lost her.

"I was just so sad"-

"That's not an excuse. We've all lost people we love. You said she had no idea of what you were going through, but she too lost family because of him. And you had the balls to say Lucy's death was her fault. Rosie sacrificed herself to save you and Lucy. She didn't ask to be saved, but you wanted nothing more to save her. None of this was her fault yet you pinned everything on her. You took your rage out on the one person that was innocent in this whole situation. I was with you. I could have easily shot Adam before he shot Lucy. Take your anger out on me. Take your anger out on the people who are actually responsible. Take your anger out on yourself. I offered her my bulletproof vest, but you stopped me because we were running out of time. If anyone is to blame, It's you. Not Rosie. I lost a daughter that day. When I first found you two, Lucy was the same age as my daughter. But the day she died, I felt like I lost you too. You need to come to your senses because you've now lost the only person that could have healed you".

Tears welled up in my eyes threatening to pour down my face. James' words were harsh but truthful. He was always right. James walked over to Isabella who was crying silently and wrapped his arms around her shoulders before escorting her away from the church leaving me alone in silence.

The doors of the church closed loudly and in that moment my legs gave way and I fell to the floor crying loudly for all I had lost. My baby sister, only 11 years old cruelly snatched away from me and her life. She had dreams. She had aspirations, but the world was evil and took her before she could live them out. But my rage, my anger was poured onto the one person who was innocent in this whole situation. I was to blame. I should have taken her back to the car when I found her. I should have let James put the bulletproof vest on her. I should have had guards watch her in the hospital. I should have done more to protect her. And now, I've lost the only other girl that I wanted to share my life with.

I punched at the floor and cried out in agony. I could feel my heart tearing in two as Lucy's last words echoed through my mind haunting me to the core. In her last moments in my arms, Lucy grabbed my head and brought my ear to her lips whispering one last wish that I had completely broken.

"You've found a special woman. Never let her go".

I screamed out in pain knowing that Lucy would be staring down at me with hatred that I had not only broken her wish, but hurt the girl she loved more than anything. I resented myself for all I said. I hated myself for scaring her. I despised myself for pushing her away when all she wanted to do was comfort me.

"I, I'm s-so sorry Lucy".

"D-Dean?". My breath hitched hearing a quiet feminine voice echo around the church hall soothing the pain in my heart. For a split second it almost sounded like her but as I turned around I sighed sadly noticing it was Isabella.

"Y-Yeah?" I wiped away harshly at the tears not wanting to show this weak and broken side to me. She didn't make a move closer to me, but simply remained standing at the door staring at me sadly.

"I, James is extremely mad outside. He hasn't told me what has happened, but I can only assume something happened between you and Rosie". Isabella's voice was soft and gentle reassuring me that I wasn't alone during this hard and difficult time. The one thing that I loved most about Isabella was that she wasn't judgemental at all. People make mistakes yet she never acted harshly towards them but instead she spoke with kindness and had such a forgiving heart, just like-

"I don't want to know details, but I know Lucy would be pretty mad that Rosie was not here with you. I understand your grief. I'm finding it difficult telling my babies that Lucy is never coming back. They ask for her every single day. There is a hole in all of our hearts. Lucy was the good in this bad messed up world. She was the light in the dark, but because you've lost your light, doesn't mean that you don't deserve happiness. Lucy wanted you and Rosie together more than anything. She would always tell me that Rosie Gray had a nice ring to it".

Tears welled up in Isabella's eyes as she trod slowly towards me.

"B-but I've lost her for good" tears trickled down my cheek as I stared down at Isabella who had instinctively reached her hand out and cupped my cheek lovingly.

"No. The lost can also be found again. Go and find your peace. Show her how much she means to you". Isabella wiped away my tears and turned away from me before walking out the church door.

She's right. It's time to get my girl back.

Running out of the church, I jumped into my car and screeched out of the car park beeping at pedestrians to get out of the way. I didn't care to get a speeding ticket, I simply had to go home and get to Rosie.

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After what had felt like ages, I finally finished the last of a 4 hour drive and turned into the old familiar road that we had lived in for many years. I prayed that Rosie was still there wondering what to do with her life.

As I pulled up alongside our old house my heart dropped seeing a large For Sale sign just by the door.

"No".

Opening my door, I jumped out of the car and ran towards the house banging loudly on the door.

"Rosie, it's me. Open up. Please". I banged frantically on the door glancing through the windows that showed no light or evidence of life inside it.

"ROSIE, please". I prayed she was inside cowering from my voice. I would get on my knees and plead with her if I had to. I needed to speak to her one last time. See her beautiful face one last time. I cursed myself for leaving behind the only key I had with me when I first left the house with Maria.

"Dean?".

I felt like crying hearing a voice that didn't belong to my angel. My next door neighbour stepped out of her door with her dressing gown wrapped tightly around her.

"Jackie, is Rosie in?". My voice was frantic and afraid. I didn't want to hear that she was no longer here. I wanted one last chance.

"I'm sorry Dean. I saw her loading some stuff into a car the other day and hasn't returned since. I think she's left".

My face paled and an overwhelming nauseous feeling filled my stomach almost making me want to throw up. She's gone. She left for good. Who can blame her after all I said and did.

Jackie opened her mouth to talk, but before I could even spare a second to listen to her, I turned around and walked the opposite way. I didn't care to listen to anyone that wasn't Rosie. I was numb and broken inside. She had gone with no intention of ever coming back. I had lost her for good.

"I guess this truly is goodbye babygirl. I'm sorry".

I knew I had the people and connections to find her, but a part of me wanted to let her go. She'd been through enough, and perhaps I had truly broken her heart. I don't want her to think I'm playing games with her heart. Maybe we both needed a fresh start. And her happiness was my number one priority. And for that to happen, I had to let her go.