Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Excuse me, you can’t be—”
“Hazel Winters! Where is she?”
He doesn’t need to answer me. My attention locks down the narrow hallway, which is condensed with medical staff and low hanging heads. Just across the bedroom door threshold, I see a white sheet, fragments of blood splatter painting the floor. God, please, no. My adrenaline surges, and I almost vomit. I choke on the saliva thickening in my mouth. I don’t realize I’m moving until I’m plowing through the bedroom door.
Any life in me drains from my face as my eyes become rooted to the spot where a covered body lies. I start to shake, unable to speak or ask anyone if it’s my beautiful little bird under that stained blanket. I stumble backward, clenching my knuckles to my mouth, incapacitated with fear. It can’t be her. It can’t be.
“Gabriel…”
My head whips to the center of the room at the sound of my name. Her voice. Hazel is sitting up in the bed, surrounded by medical staff.
“Hazel.” My voice cracks. My heart is in my throat as I run to her, dropping to the floor next to her. “Jesus, are you okay? Tell me you’re okay?” I’m frantic for a response. I aim my anxiety at the medic by her side. “Fucking someone answer me!”
Hazel erupts into a fit of agonizing sobs. I turn back to her and grab her hand. “Shhh, it’s going to be okay.” I’m going to kill that motherfucker.
“Sir, we’re gonna need some space. We need to take care of her.”
Hazel trembles under my grip. “What’s wrong with you? Are you hurt? Did that motherfucker…” I can’t bring myself to ask.
“No. He… he just drugged me. I woke up naked, but they don’t think… I don’t have any signs of—”
She breaks down again, slicing my heart to shreds.
The paramedic finishes for her. “She appears unharmed. But she may have a substantial amount of Rohypnol in her system. We have an IV going, but we need to take her to the hospital and get her checked out.”
Unharmed.
Unharmed.
Unharmed.
The word rings in my ears until I let it sink in that she’s okay. I lean over, pressing desperate kisses against her hand.
“Sir, we’re going to need you to step aside and let us do our—”
“I’m not fucking going anywhere. You do what you need to do, but I’m not leaving.” My voice is stern and terrifying. The medic backs down instantly. Smart man.
“She still needs medical attention. We need to bring her down—”
I don’t let him finish. I stand, scooping Hazel up in my arms, ignoring the stretcher waiting for her. “Sir, we can… just… please be careful, she has an IV in.”
I growl at him, and he backs down. Snatching the bag of fluids, I hold her as if she’s fragile glass. Her head rests on my shoulder, and she trembles in my arms. Her hands lock around my neck, and her sobs soak my shirt.
I walk her down the three flights of stairs until we bust out into the commotion of the night. I search the crowd for Heath, but he’s nowhere in sight. The medic instructs me to follow him, and just as I’m placing her in the ambulance, Heath appears.
“Hazel, baby.” Heath shoves me out of the way, and as much as I want to fight him, I know this is where I have to step back. “What’s wrong with her? What did he do to her?” he barks, scaring the paramedic.
“Daddy,” Hazel erupts into another fit of tears, and her father jumps into the ambulance to comfort her. She’s too much of a mess to answer.
“They say she’s fine aside from being drugged,” I say, replying faster. I look at my best friend…or former best friend. “How’s… Violet?” I ask. Instead of anguish, I see relief.
“She’s fine. Most of it wasn’t her blood. Motherfucker hit her with a gun.” He doesn’t say anymore and turns his back to be with his daughter.
Just before the doors close, he turns to me. “Please stay with Violet. You owe me that.” Before I can say anything else, the doors shut.
I don’t leave Violet’s side. She bites off the heads of anyone trying to convince her to take a ride in the ambulance and get her checked out at the hospital, claiming she spent enough time in that place. And I can’t help but laugh, understanding why Heath fell so hard for her.
I finally step in, going into business mode, and threaten to sue the entire city if they don’t back off and help escort her to the car. We drive in silence to the hospital. Even though she’s trying to act tough, there’s no hiding her trembling. When we make it to the emergency room, we’re met by a nurse, only to be told to sit in the waiting room.