"Come on sugar, wakey wakey." (Y/n)s soothing voice echoed in Cole's head. Softly (y/n) dabbed at his forehead with a damp rag. Bo sat back and watched the terrifying display. Part of him really didn't enjoy how (y/n) could be so cruel yet so sweet at the same time. The way that they were so gentle to wake up the man, whom he had tied down to the exam chair, it almost made him scared. "What exactly are you doing?" Bo whispered to (y/n). "Have you never seen back to the future?" (Y/n) asked trying not to laugh. "Well, are you gonna wake him up or not?" Bo was starting to become impatient with (y/n)'s methods. "OH hush, I've never done something like this before." (Y/n) replied calmly. "You've killed two people!" Bo whisper shouted causing (y/n) to turn and look at him. "Yeah but I was more fueled by like days of resentment. Honestly if they hadn't of given me days to think on it I probably wouldn't have killed them." Bo saw a sense of regret in (y/n)'s eyes. "This dude just pissed me off and I wanted to hurt him. I'm not normally a violent person." A sad smile could be seen on (y/n)'s face as they spoke. "You're taking too fucking long." Bo stated. His voice cold and irritated.

Those words hit (y/n) hard. Not only had they just opened up about not feeling like they could kill Cole, but they had been vulnerable with Bo. And he just acted like it was some great inconvenience. Taking a steady breath and closing their eyes, (y/n) pulled the comb knife out of their purse. They ran it through their hair for a second before taking the comb off and looking at Bo. "Fuck you Bo Sinclair." They stated as they stabbed the knife onto the hospital like chair. "And fuck your sick, impatient, sadistic, uncaring, fucking mind." They finished and walked out the door. "Where are you going?" Bo asked, a slight shake in his voice. "I'm fucking stuck here, where do you think I'm going?" Was the last thing (y/n) said before walking out.

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Reader's pov

Fucking asshole! If he wants the guy dead he can do it himself! He can go fuck himself for all I care! Shit! My makeups running! I can't cry now. I'm too pissed to cry! I need a hug! My steps turned from a walk to a jog toward the museum. I thought Bo was making progress. I was stupid enough to Let me think he was making progress! "AAAAAAHHHHH!" Letting myself scream in frustration I pick up rock on the ground and through it through one of the windshields of the empty cars parked on the sides of the street. Grabbing my pocket knife out I start scratching the paint. Not writing anything, just scratching. I had to get the anger out some way that wasn't murder. Then the worst thing that could happen, did. Anger was gone, now that sadness was kicking in. "Fucking stupid." I muttered under my breath, tears soaking my cheeks. Turning around I let my body fall into a sitting position.

I have no idea how long I had been sitting with my head in my arms for. Maybe about 10 minutes? Eh, I don't know. But my legs hurt like a bitch when I got up. As one last act of aggression I took the pocket knife that was still in my hands and slashed the tires of the now totalled car. "Alright, time to put on a smile and go take a stress nap." I said to myself before taking a deep breath. While walking away from the car I heard a loud crashing noise. "Well, that wasn't me." I mumbled a little confused. Then another crash. I turned back around. Which direction was it coming from? Quietly I listened before the neck possible crash could happen. Silence, then. . . Glass breaking! I looked over to the station, panic filling my chest. "Shit! Bo!" One of the windows was shattered. Broken glass strune across the pavement. Running as fast as I could I felt more panic build. A body laid motionless on the pavement. Tears weld up in my eyes. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I practically slid over to the body. Glass cutting my hands and knees. But that wasn't the most important thing right now! "Bo!" My voice shook as I looked over him.

Stab wound through the shoulder, cuts from the glass, possible broken nose, and q black eye. Lifting him up by the shoulders I started trying to shake him awake. "Bo! Bo get up! I don't like this Bo! Get your ass up!" I panicked shaking Bo's body. "Get up Bo!" Wait. . . Where's the guy? Looking around I saw something duck down behind a car. "I'll be right back. Don't fucking die on me Bitch." I whispered before whiping a tears from my eyes. Getting up I look over back to the cars. "You know." I started talking fairly loud so he could hear me. "I actually didn't want to kill you." The sound of my steps echoed down the empty street. "I probably would have let you go if you hadn't been such a dick." My fingers fiddled with the pocket knife in my hand. "But you just hurt someone I care about." I say quieter as I continue to look around. Bending over to look under a car I feel an intense pain in the back of my shoulder. "Ah!" I quickly turned around to see what had happened and was swiftly met with a fist to the face. "You fucking stabbed me?!" I asked feeling more offended than anything. "You're trying to kill me!" "You punched me!" "You knocked me out!" Cole argued back. Glancing at his hand I saw the handle of my comb knife. He stepped closer, cornering me against one of the cars.

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3rd person pov

As Cole stepped closer to (Y/n) they started to panic even more. "Please, please, I'm not a killer! I'm just stuck here like you!" They tried to reason with the man. "Shut the fuck up!" Cole yelled before grabbing (y/n) by the arm. In one swift motion he pulled them close, the knife he held barely an inch away from their throat. "Please, I just want to go home." (Y/n) sobbed. "Fuck you." Cole readied the knife bur before he could strike he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Dropping the knife in shock he slowly looked down. Blood was soaking through his shirt. (Y/n) held the knife as Cole looked at them panicked. "Fuck you." (Y/n)s voice was harsh and cold as they sunk the blade deeper into Cole's stomach. When Cole hit the ground that same rage and sadness that (y/n) had taken out on a car earlier came flooding back. Rage black out.

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Reader's pov

I waited patiently for Bo to wake up. I had moved him off the the glass as best I could but there was no way I could pick him up. And I didn't want to worry Vincent with the state that their twin was in. But I really need Bo to wake up now so. . . Stick. I pulled a pencil put of my back and began poking at the bruise forming on his face. "Uuuuuuuuugh. Stop." Bo began to groan. My heart lifted as I heard him speak. "Bo!" I hug him tight. Not too tight to hurt him even more but tight. I sobbed, happy he was OK. "I'm sorry I never should have left you alone! I should have killed him quicker! I'm so sorry!" I went into apology overload until I could feel a warm hand on my back. "Let me look at you." Bo said softly. I nodded and backed up a little. "I ever tell you how beautiful you are with blood on your face." He chuckled holding my face in his hand. I was just so happy he was alive that I couldn't help it. Quickly I kissed his soft lips. Realizing what I had done I looked away. "I'm sorry! Im sorry! Im-." My sentence was cut off by the feeling of lips on mine. A soft, loving, kiss that made my heart melt. Slowly pulling away from eachother Bo rested his head on mine. "Been waiting for that." He chuckled before kissing my forehead.