Mirrors on the Outside
Chapter 33
~Jaime's POV~
I keep fighting against them, but the arms holding me back are too strong. I can't stop the torrent of tears from pouring down my face, and I just sink down in defeat. I notice the two officers holding me make eye contact and nod, releasing me from the handcuffs.
I look up, momentarily confused. They shrug, "There's no way you're involved in this. You were taken just like Laura; Craig was just trying to make it better on himself. Don't worry, you'll be free to go."
For a second, this news makes me feel lighter. But then I remember the gunshot that i had just heard, and fall apart once again. At this point, I'm hysterical. The last thing I see before the sedatives make everything go black is Laura's body being carried out on a stretcher, and I can't think of anything but, "It's over."
~Laura's POV~
I cannot believe that the officer took the shot; there was no chance in hell that he'd hit the man holding me. As the bullet rips through my shoulder, I fall to the ground, and I see the man being apprehended and put in handcuffs, being escorted out as a stretcher is brought in. I guess it's for me, but I'm having a very hard time focusing on anything at all.
I'm being told that it's safe for me to just close my eyes and sleep. There's only one thought keeping me from doing just that; where's Jaime?
~Vic's POV~
This time, I'm lethargic as I move to pick up my phone. I'm tired of being disappointed over and over again, hoping for news about Jaime and Laura but never getting any.
"Hello?" I still try to keep my tone bright as I answer the phone.
"Mr. Fuentes? We need you to come to the hospital right away; we're holding both of your friends. They're safe, well, as safe as they can be right now. The men holding them have been arrested and are being processed."
I take the deepest breath that I've been able to in the past week or so. "Thank you very much. We'll be there momentarily."
I scream, knowing that both Mike and Tony are sleeping. "Guys, guys get down here now!! Laura and Jaime are at the hospital, safe. We've got to go." Their footsteps are crashing as they rush down to me; the three of us not exchanging any words as we get in the car and rush to the hospital.
I'm breathless as I talk to the nurse in the E.R, not really in the mood to waste time. Luckily, they're moving very efficiently and we're in a room with Jaime in minutes. The doctor explains to us that he was hysterical and needed to be sedated, and we express understanding. The trouble comes when I ask about Laura.
"Why can't we see her?!" Tony cries, obviously incredibly upset.
"She's in surgery."
"For what?"
The doctor sighs and takes a deep breath, "Gunshot wound." And the world stops moving.
I keep fighting against them, but the arms holding me back are too strong. I can't stop the torrent of tears from pouring down my face, and I just sink down in defeat. I notice the two officers holding me make eye contact and nod, releasing me from the handcuffs.
I look up, momentarily confused. They shrug, "There's no way you're involved in this. You were taken just like Laura; Craig was just trying to make it better on himself. Don't worry, you'll be free to go."
For a second, this news makes me feel lighter. But then I remember the gunshot that i had just heard, and fall apart once again. At this point, I'm hysterical. The last thing I see before the sedatives make everything go black is Laura's body being carried out on a stretcher, and I can't think of anything but, "It's over."
~Laura's POV~
I cannot believe that the officer took the shot; there was no chance in hell that he'd hit the man holding me. As the bullet rips through my shoulder, I fall to the ground, and I see the man being apprehended and put in handcuffs, being escorted out as a stretcher is brought in. I guess it's for me, but I'm having a very hard time focusing on anything at all.
I'm being told that it's safe for me to just close my eyes and sleep. There's only one thought keeping me from doing just that; where's Jaime?
~Vic's POV~
This time, I'm lethargic as I move to pick up my phone. I'm tired of being disappointed over and over again, hoping for news about Jaime and Laura but never getting any.
"Hello?" I still try to keep my tone bright as I answer the phone.
"Mr. Fuentes? We need you to come to the hospital right away; we're holding both of your friends. They're safe, well, as safe as they can be right now. The men holding them have been arrested and are being processed."
I take the deepest breath that I've been able to in the past week or so. "Thank you very much. We'll be there momentarily."
I scream, knowing that both Mike and Tony are sleeping. "Guys, guys get down here now!! Laura and Jaime are at the hospital, safe. We've got to go." Their footsteps are crashing as they rush down to me; the three of us not exchanging any words as we get in the car and rush to the hospital.
I'm breathless as I talk to the nurse in the E.R, not really in the mood to waste time. Luckily, they're moving very efficiently and we're in a room with Jaime in minutes. The doctor explains to us that he was hysterical and needed to be sedated, and we express understanding. The trouble comes when I ask about Laura.
"Why can't we see her?!" Tony cries, obviously incredibly upset.
"She's in surgery."
"For what?"
The doctor sighs and takes a deep breath, "Gunshot wound." And the world stops moving.
8/18/13