These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 21

He was bruised all over his face. One of his eyes was swollen shut making him look completely disfigured. His nose was gushing an endless stream of blood dripping all the way down to his sliced lip.

There was a huge imprint of a hand mark around his neck that was so deeply embedded into his skin that it changed its texture. I lower my eyes and saw multiple stab wounds across his abdomen. He was wearing a black shirt but there was so much blood that it seeped through the clothing causing a pool of it on the floor.

Tears flooded my eyes at the sight of him. I was dumbfounded, completely stuck to the ground as if I was paralyzed. The pool of blood on the floor had reached such a huge size that it was now wetting my hands.

I shake my head in order to get my mind together. "Harry, I'm going to get you help okay? Can you hear me?  I'm going to get you some help? Everything will be okay," I whisper while holding his bloody head in my arm.

I run to the kitchen and pull the entire roll of paper towels from the counter. I ran back to harry and tried to tend to his wounds to stop the blood from flowing but there were so many cuts and bruises and openings inside of him that I couldn't get to them all at once. I decided to focus on the biggest issue which was his stab wounds. I forcefully rip open his shirt which causes all the buttons to fly across the floor. I firmly placed my hands on his cuts to stop the bleeding but it wasn't doing anything.

"Fuck," I scream in frustration. I didn't have a telephone and Harry didn't have a house phone so I had no way of calling an ambulance. I wipe the sweat from my hair and accidentally put Harry's blood all over me but I didn't give a shit.

"You're going to be okay," I shakily whispered. I dig my hand through his pocket and thankfully found a phone.

There was so much of his blood on my hands that I couldn't swipe on the screen. After wiping my fingers clean across my shirt, I immediately dialed 911.

"Hello, I need an ambulance," I yell.

"Ma'am, what's the emergency?" The operator asked calmly.

"It's my friend he's been stabbed and beaten and I think he's dying I need a fucking ambulance now!" I scream.

"Harry, wake up. Talk to me please." Harry didn't say a single word. His eyes were still closed and I was scared he might've been unconscious.

"What's the address?" The operator asked in yet again a calm tone.

"I don't fucking know. Please, I need help don't you get it he's fucking dying! Do something!" I didn't care if I was being rude or impatient I just needed to get him some kind of professional help as I wasn't anything close to that.

"We're sending units to your location. They'll be there in two minutes," the lady says.

As soon as she was done talking, I threw the phone across the room and slide back to aiding Harry as he now had my full attention. My hands were trembling at the sight of him. I wanted to clean his wounds but I didn't want to hurt him. Who could ever inflict this much abuse and torture?

"Harry, please say something, anything." My tears were rolling down so fast that I drenched his forehead. The sight of him made me sick to my stomach. I thought my accident would be the last time I'd have to witness something like but I was wrong.

Frustrated by the deafening silence, I grab even more towels trying to keep the bleeding down to a minimum. I scooted under him and laid his head against my lap while I tried to save his life.

"I don't even know what I'm doing," I whisper while cleaning him, never feeling so useless

Suddenly, a small croak leaves Harry's mouth. "Alex?" He coughs at the end of his question.