Maybe I Could Love You Again
Chapter 4; End This Nightmare
Laying down in bed, I let out a long sigh. I wasn't fed up, I was tired. But most of all I was happy, I shouldn't be knowing he's out but I was happy. I was about to do one thing I've always wanted to do, perform with my brothers and my best friend. My phone vibrates against the cabinet beside my bed. I picked it up to see a message from Jaime.
Jaime <3;
Just heard the news! Hime-Time is back babyyy ;)
I laughed at his reply before locking my phone and led back down. I don't know how long I was led there, when I sat up. Something was keeping me awake. I felt as though someone was watching me, climbing out of my bed I noticed the time. It was 12:30am. I peeked through my curtains, no-one was there. I turned and jumped out of my skin, I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Stop this....” I muttered to myself climbing back into bed.
As I led there, wrapped tightly in my covers my thoughts trailed back to the day I saw Tony Perry get sent to prison.
“What you have done to this poor innocent girl is beyond believable. The torture she has been through at the hands of you, she's broken down. I'm sentencing you to 7 years in prison.”
I watched as two prison guards grabbed him, pulling him away from the dock. His eyes burned into mine but I couldn't turn away. The smirk on his face as he spoke. “I'll be back for you bitch!” he yelled before disappearing completely out of sight.
Them words ringing through my ears. He said he'd come back, he was back. Turning over, I closed my eyes. I just wanted to sleep but I couldn't. I felt uneasy, a bad feeling washed over me. Sighing I shoved the covers off me, heading downstairs. I spotted the kitchen light on, heading in there I saw Mike sat at the table with half a bottle of whiskey and a half full glass of it as well. “What's on your mind little one?”
“I'm bigger than you.”
“Mike, stop. You can't do this.” I grabbed the bottle, his hand on my arm stopping me from taking it. “Look at me, you have to gain some self control.” He didn't answer me, he stood up getting another glass from the cupboard. He sat himself down, motioning me to do the same. I sat at the other end of the table as he filled the glass up, pushing it along the table towards me. I gave in, picking it up I drank it quickly feeling it burn my throat, making me shudder slightly.
“Couldn't sleep. The nightmares seem so real.” He spoke. Oh he spoke. I pushed my empty glass across, it soon coming back to me filled up again.
“Sleep paralysis.” He looked up at me. “Look it up, go get your head down. We're meeting management tomorrow.” He got up, walking over to the couch and setting himself there. It wasn't long till I heard faint snores, I continued drinking a little bit. How pathetic was I?
I grabbed the cigarette's from the drawer and heading out back. I sat right at the back, under the canopy. I was feeling a little relaxed as I drew on the cigarette, inhaling then exhaling. One of the chairs scraped along the concrete, making me turn my head. I froze as he sat down.
“Don't look so scared baby.” his voice sounded dark. I couldn't move, I couldn't even speak. What do I do? “Cat got your tongue?” His hands banged against the table as he leant forward, closing in on me. I felt my breathing become heavier, my hands began to shake, my stomach turned, my head spun. This was not the time for an attack to hit me.
“P-p-please leave.” I managed to get out. It was becoming harder to breathe. I felt his hand on mine, I quickly pulled it away, I went to stand up when he shook his head, tutting at me.
“I just want to talk baby...” I felt myself become even more queazy, my head was spinning even more, my breathing was beyond uneven.
“P-please.” I croaked. The tears lodged in my throat.
“We used to have so much fun together, what happened to you?” I wasn't the one who turned crazy. I didn't answer him, I couldn't. He leant closer, his hand colliding with my face. “I'm talking to you.” he spat. I got all the strength in me to call out my brothers names. Nothing. I did it again. Something collided with my face, with a hard thud I fell against the table.
I was being shook by my shoulders. I jumped up, shifting my seat backwards. I was outside. Why was I outside? I looked at the empty seat. He was there. He was right there. Vic was looking at me, shock on his face. “He was here.” I whispered, placing a hand over my cheek.
“Who was he-- Tony?” I nodded. I didn't dream it, I knew I saw him. I wasn't crazy, he helped me to my feet. Helping me inside. He sat me down at the dining table, calling Mike. I looked at the clocked, it was nearly 6am. How long was outside for? Mike obviously came bounding down the stairs, falling down the final few. Did he get up and go to his room? Did he not realise I was outside? “Stay here with Claire. I need to go out.”
“What happened to her?” Oh that's alright talk like I'm not here, douche. Vic didn't answer, he was straight out the door. Mike was now sat in front of me, holding the ice pack to my face. I couldn't tell him, it was bad enough Vic knew. I jumped up, pushing Mike's hand from my face. I ran outside, grabbing my phone.
Unknown
You shouldn't of told anyone, I'm watching your every move.
I stood there, looking around. “Why don't you come and get me then?!” I yelled. I saw Mike stood at the door, watching me intently. “Your threats don't mean a thing unless you do...” I stopped, hearing a shuffling. “...I know you're here. Just end this suffering, I can't take no more fro....” There was a bang, I clutched my lower stomach area. I could feel something, I heard Mike shout. I looked down, falling to the ground, crying out in pain.
I could hear Mike faintly as I began to fall asleep, or possibly I was dying.
“Please, I need help. My sister, she's been....she's been shot.”
That was the last thing I heard.
***
Mike's POV
I was about to walk over here, when a gun shot made me freeze. I stood and watched as she fell to the floor. Oh god no. I ran over to her, sitting her up, applying as much pressure as I could. “Dammit Claire, stay with me. Don't you dare leave me now.” I was choking on the tears that were escaping. I fumbled for her, dialling 911.
“Please, I need help. My sister, she's been...she's been shot. Please help her.” I cried down the phone. I never heard what they said, I tried putting more pressure on the wound. “Keep your eyes open sweetheart, it's not your time.”
“L-le-let m-me g-go, go, M-Mikey...” I heard her say, her eyes shut. I laid her down, starting chest compressions. God where was this ambulance? They ran through, pushing me out the way. They hooked up her to all sorts, putting her on the stretcher running to the ambulance with her. I was sat in the same place, her blood on my hands. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them.
As if it suddenly hit me, I began freaking out. Wiping my hands all over my clothes. I ran inside, grabbing some keys. I didn't care if I was in no fit state to drive, I had to get to the hospital. I tried calling Vic, he wouldn't answer. “Vic answer your phone, you have to get to the hospital. Now!” I threw the phone out the window, pressing my foot harder on the gas pedal.
I raced through the hospital. “Claire Fuentes? Where is she?” They kept telling me to calm down, I still had her blood on me. “Just tell me! Oh forget it.” I kept running, checking every room I could possibly look in. I turned a corner, running straight into Jaime. He took one look at me, pulling me into a hug. How did he get here before me? How did he know?
“They don't think she'll make it.”
Jaime <3;
Just heard the news! Hime-Time is back babyyy ;)
I laughed at his reply before locking my phone and led back down. I don't know how long I was led there, when I sat up. Something was keeping me awake. I felt as though someone was watching me, climbing out of my bed I noticed the time. It was 12:30am. I peeked through my curtains, no-one was there. I turned and jumped out of my skin, I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Stop this....” I muttered to myself climbing back into bed.
As I led there, wrapped tightly in my covers my thoughts trailed back to the day I saw Tony Perry get sent to prison.
“What you have done to this poor innocent girl is beyond believable. The torture she has been through at the hands of you, she's broken down. I'm sentencing you to 7 years in prison.”
I watched as two prison guards grabbed him, pulling him away from the dock. His eyes burned into mine but I couldn't turn away. The smirk on his face as he spoke. “I'll be back for you bitch!” he yelled before disappearing completely out of sight.
Them words ringing through my ears. He said he'd come back, he was back. Turning over, I closed my eyes. I just wanted to sleep but I couldn't. I felt uneasy, a bad feeling washed over me. Sighing I shoved the covers off me, heading downstairs. I spotted the kitchen light on, heading in there I saw Mike sat at the table with half a bottle of whiskey and a half full glass of it as well. “What's on your mind little one?”
“I'm bigger than you.”
“Mike, stop. You can't do this.” I grabbed the bottle, his hand on my arm stopping me from taking it. “Look at me, you have to gain some self control.” He didn't answer me, he stood up getting another glass from the cupboard. He sat himself down, motioning me to do the same. I sat at the other end of the table as he filled the glass up, pushing it along the table towards me. I gave in, picking it up I drank it quickly feeling it burn my throat, making me shudder slightly.
“Couldn't sleep. The nightmares seem so real.” He spoke. Oh he spoke. I pushed my empty glass across, it soon coming back to me filled up again.
“Sleep paralysis.” He looked up at me. “Look it up, go get your head down. We're meeting management tomorrow.” He got up, walking over to the couch and setting himself there. It wasn't long till I heard faint snores, I continued drinking a little bit. How pathetic was I?
I grabbed the cigarette's from the drawer and heading out back. I sat right at the back, under the canopy. I was feeling a little relaxed as I drew on the cigarette, inhaling then exhaling. One of the chairs scraped along the concrete, making me turn my head. I froze as he sat down.
“Don't look so scared baby.” his voice sounded dark. I couldn't move, I couldn't even speak. What do I do? “Cat got your tongue?” His hands banged against the table as he leant forward, closing in on me. I felt my breathing become heavier, my hands began to shake, my stomach turned, my head spun. This was not the time for an attack to hit me.
“P-p-please leave.” I managed to get out. It was becoming harder to breathe. I felt his hand on mine, I quickly pulled it away, I went to stand up when he shook his head, tutting at me.
“I just want to talk baby...” I felt myself become even more queazy, my head was spinning even more, my breathing was beyond uneven.
“P-please.” I croaked. The tears lodged in my throat.
“We used to have so much fun together, what happened to you?” I wasn't the one who turned crazy. I didn't answer him, I couldn't. He leant closer, his hand colliding with my face. “I'm talking to you.” he spat. I got all the strength in me to call out my brothers names. Nothing. I did it again. Something collided with my face, with a hard thud I fell against the table.
I was being shook by my shoulders. I jumped up, shifting my seat backwards. I was outside. Why was I outside? I looked at the empty seat. He was there. He was right there. Vic was looking at me, shock on his face. “He was here.” I whispered, placing a hand over my cheek.
“Who was he-- Tony?” I nodded. I didn't dream it, I knew I saw him. I wasn't crazy, he helped me to my feet. Helping me inside. He sat me down at the dining table, calling Mike. I looked at the clocked, it was nearly 6am. How long was outside for? Mike obviously came bounding down the stairs, falling down the final few. Did he get up and go to his room? Did he not realise I was outside? “Stay here with Claire. I need to go out.”
“What happened to her?” Oh that's alright talk like I'm not here, douche. Vic didn't answer, he was straight out the door. Mike was now sat in front of me, holding the ice pack to my face. I couldn't tell him, it was bad enough Vic knew. I jumped up, pushing Mike's hand from my face. I ran outside, grabbing my phone.
Unknown
You shouldn't of told anyone, I'm watching your every move.
I stood there, looking around. “Why don't you come and get me then?!” I yelled. I saw Mike stood at the door, watching me intently. “Your threats don't mean a thing unless you do...” I stopped, hearing a shuffling. “...I know you're here. Just end this suffering, I can't take no more fro....” There was a bang, I clutched my lower stomach area. I could feel something, I heard Mike shout. I looked down, falling to the ground, crying out in pain.
I could hear Mike faintly as I began to fall asleep, or possibly I was dying.
“Please, I need help. My sister, she's been....she's been shot.”
That was the last thing I heard.
***
Mike's POV
I was about to walk over here, when a gun shot made me freeze. I stood and watched as she fell to the floor. Oh god no. I ran over to her, sitting her up, applying as much pressure as I could. “Dammit Claire, stay with me. Don't you dare leave me now.” I was choking on the tears that were escaping. I fumbled for her, dialling 911.
“Please, I need help. My sister, she's been...she's been shot. Please help her.” I cried down the phone. I never heard what they said, I tried putting more pressure on the wound. “Keep your eyes open sweetheart, it's not your time.”
“L-le-let m-me g-go, go, M-Mikey...” I heard her say, her eyes shut. I laid her down, starting chest compressions. God where was this ambulance? They ran through, pushing me out the way. They hooked up her to all sorts, putting her on the stretcher running to the ambulance with her. I was sat in the same place, her blood on my hands. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them.
As if it suddenly hit me, I began freaking out. Wiping my hands all over my clothes. I ran inside, grabbing some keys. I didn't care if I was in no fit state to drive, I had to get to the hospital. I tried calling Vic, he wouldn't answer. “Vic answer your phone, you have to get to the hospital. Now!” I threw the phone out the window, pressing my foot harder on the gas pedal.
I raced through the hospital. “Claire Fuentes? Where is she?” They kept telling me to calm down, I still had her blood on me. “Just tell me! Oh forget it.” I kept running, checking every room I could possibly look in. I turned a corner, running straight into Jaime. He took one look at me, pulling me into a hug. How did he get here before me? How did he know?
“They don't think she'll make it.”
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