Kurt stood up as the back door opened. There she was. There was the bitch who had put him in the hospital. She had tried to cut him open for crying out loud!
"How dare you even think of stepping foot in this house." He was speaking through gritted teeth.
"Kurt, what the hell is wrong with you?" Layla honestly looked shocked.
He knew better. He knew that she was playing him, that she had been playing all of them, all along.
"You nearly killed me." He took a step back. "You nearly killed me, and you put two other people in the ground. You're sick."
"You don't know what you're talking about." She took a step towards him, trying to close the space between them.
"Stay the hell away from me." He took another step back, his heel bumping the wall. "I saw you. I saw you drug your sister. Your own sister!"
She didn't reply, but he could see it, something change in her eyes. He shouldn't have opened his mouth.
She lunged at him, and he chucked his half full wine glass at her. The glass shattered on her torso, the crimson liquid splashing across the kitchen. It didn't stop her. She kept coming. He turned to run, but she grabbed him, her fingers wrapping around his neck.
"You are not going to wreck this for me." She slammed his head against the hard wood of the kitchen table.
He saw stars. The room was spinning, and he felt like he was going to puke. Then she did it again, and his entire world went black.
***
Rick rushed into the kitchen only to see Layla throw his brother's limp body onto the floor. He paused, and he knew that she wasn't going to let that opportunity pass. She lunged at him, and at the same time he drew his gun.
"I don't think so." She kneed him in the groin.
He felt his grasp on the gun start to weaken, but he refused to let go. He swallowed hard, trying to hold back the pain, and pushed, sending Layla stumbling backwards.
"What the hell did you do to my brother?" Rick was screaming, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Kurt?"
She lunged again, grabbing his right hand. His fingers flexed, firing off one shot. They both watched as the bullet spiraled through the air, finding a nice target when it ripped through the thick metal of the stove.
Rick's eyes went wide as a ball of fire roared towards him. He held on to Layla. If he was going to die, then he was taking that crazy bitch with him.
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