No.
This didn’t happen. I won’t believe this happened.
Trying to gain control of my fury I yank my phone from my pocket to call an ambulance, she needs a hospital asap. “999, What’s your emergency” the droll voice says down the line “My….. my girlfriend has been attacked. I need an ambulance here asap” When I find out who done this to her, no one will be able to stop me when I rip out his throat “Is your girlfriend conscious?”
“No. She hasn’t woken up since I found her on my doorstep. Her face is beaten black and blue and there is…..Blood on her legs” Don’t think about it…. Don’t think about it “I’m sending an ambulance and police your way sir” Hurry…. I think to myself as I watch her. I don’t like that she hasn’t woken up, they need to hurry up before I drive her there myself, and I’m in no fit state to be behind a wheel right now. I can’t stop looking at her face, and it’s making me beyond livid. Why didn’t I just go after her, none of this would have happened. If I had just made her stay, none of this would have happened.
It’s all my fault.
When the paramedics arrive, I try my best to keep my cool and explain what happed. The damn police try and take my statement while I’m losing my goddamn mind, luckily one of the officer’s sees how close I am to loosing it and agrees to do it later. Idiots.
Seeing the paramedics hooking her up to machines is making me want to cry, she looks so tiny and vulnerable. Once they have done their checks they try to put her on the bed to take to the ambulance. Hearing her cry out in her sleep when they lift her makes me want to punch the paramedic in the balls “You can ride in the ambulance with her. We are taking her to Colchester general for treatment. Nothing seems to be broken, but she has suffered multiple blows to the head by the looks of things, so they will want to get her checked out, especially since she hasn’t woken up for some time now.” One of them tells me as they wheel her out. What she tells me doesn’t sound good, but it’s not so much the physical injuries I’m worried about, the doctors can help those. It’s the mental scars that terrifies me, they are much harder to heal.
Sitting in the waiting room I grab out my phone to call everyone, they need to know what happened, they love her as much as I do. Choosing to call Brady first, I hit his number and wait for him to answer “Hey bro, enjoying your day off?” he says sarcastically “Braid’s…” I choke out down the line, “Reid. What’s happened?” he says much more serious now “It’s Becca. We had a little fight, so she ran off to think for a little while. I didn’t run after her…… why the fuck didn’t I go after her” all my fault “Reid? Just tell me bro. Is she okay?” he says more sternly, he’s going to hate me “She’s in the hospital. I found her on my doorstep. She was beaten and….and” I can’t say it, saying it makes it real “Where are you? Colchester gen?” he strangles out, I can hear him shouting to lizzie that he has to cut out “Yeh, they haven’t let me see her yet. I’m stuck in the waiting room” they rushed her through those doors with orders for me to stay put. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her, but I needed to let them help her “I’m on my way bro. Hold tight” he says before ending the call. Closing my eyes, I rest the back of my head against the wall.
She has to be okay.
I can’t live without her.
Chapter Nine
Becca
Waking up in an unfamiliar room I try to pry my eyes open, my left eye refuses and pain crawls across my forehead. Managing to open my right eye I see I’m in a hospital room, it’s so bright in here making me wince, moving my face all I feel is pain. Looking around I lift my arm to see an IV in my hand. The room is empty and quiet except the regular beep from the machine monitoring my heart rate mocking me that I’m still alive. Feeling exhausted and defeated my one open eye starts to close again. Hearing some noise at the door, I try to force my eye to open again, but it so heavy I end up giving up. Hold on…. I recognise that voice! “She’s still not awake Shez. I’m going
