Broken Soul

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER 17

DANTE ARMEL

After the doctors took Emily to the emergency room, I sat outside impatiently tapping my feet, I could feel tears forming in my eyes, ready to fall anytime.

My phone rang, I picked up the call it was Wade.

"Sir Amanda has been taken to the mental asylum." He informed.

"Okay."

"And sir her boyfriend is in the prison. They won't cause anymore harm."

"Yeah." Saying that I hung up.

They have already caused me enough harm, I don't think I can take anymore.

The moment I saw Emily's body on the floor covered with blood I felt my heart almost stopping for a moment. She looked so helpless and I hate to see that look on her face.

I should've reached earlier. I should've saved her. I should've fucking saved her.

After an hour the doctor came out of the emergency room, I stood up.

"How's she?" I asked impatiently.

"We have treated her, she's lucky that the rod with which she was hit didn't do much damage or else she would've surely lost her memory or worst she could've even died by the impact. The bottle with which she was stabbed also wasn't too deep."

"She's okay now, right? The injuries won't cause any harm later?"

"No, they were not major so they wouldn't cause any harm later and for now just take care of her. Don't let her do any work for at least a week or two."

I sighed in relief then nodded.

"Thank you, Doctor. Can I see her?"

"I can't allow that right now. She's still unconscious."

"Please Doctor, I'll just see her that's it. Please just once."

He thought for sometime then said "Okay but not more than five minutes."

I nodded and he left.

Gathering myself together slowly I turned the doorknob. Opening the door, as soon as I entered I was met with her unconscious body lying on the bed.

Seeing her condition, I just wanted to kill myself.

I stumbled back, opening the door I went out of her room and made my way out of the hospital I really need some fresh air, reaching in front of my car, I leaned my back against it, taking a deep breath with eyes closed.

"Fuck! It's all my fault."

I punched the car.

Everything is my fault, if just I would've brought her to my house nothing would've happened.

I kept hitting the car taking all my anger out on it, causing my hand to bleed but I wasn't a bit concerned about my hand now, it was her condition that was bothering me.

"She trusted me."

Again I hit the car with my palm "She fucking trusted me and I couldn't keep that."

"I'm sorry Emily."

"I'm sorry."

I closed my eyes, all I could see was Emily's face, her body covered with blood and the way she was looking at me when I reached, her eyes showed me that she has got all her hopes back.

My phone vibrated in my pocket taking it out, I looked at the caller id it was Eth, rubbing my face with my hand I answered.

"Yeah."