He couldn't hold her tight enough. She was still breathing, he wasn't holding her hard enough. Bree stared at the wall as she silently willed Nate to suffocate her and to end this terrible misery. Her chest felt like it had been excavated and she was just a sack of bones---the idea that her children were gone and most likely dead, it---
"They knew exactly where to go," Bree muttered, not moving in Nate's grip. She almost enjoyed the feeling of her aching ribs because it meant that she wasn't completely lost, and she deserved to be in pain because she didn't do a damn thing.
She should have been able to protect Scott and Emily. Everything had happened so fast. Emily had begun to cry, and in the second Bree had stepped out into the hallway the spells had been shot. She hadn't brought her wand out, what would she have needed it for if she was simply getting up to check on her daughter? She had watched the death eaters race down the stairs with her children in their arms, unable to do anything because she was rapidly falling into unconsciousness. Bree would have rather been tortured; she woke up screaming for Scott and Emily, her mind having been wracked with nightmares.
Bree felt hot tears sting her eyes as her jaw tightened. She needed to talk to her brother, but right now she couldn't do a damn thing but stand there in Nate's arms.
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