I'm Destined- ON HOLD FOR A TINY BIT

Chapter 4: You what?

Carter Rose's POV

I lay shivering on the cold floor when I felt warm arms wrap around me.

"It's alright." Soothed Owen, rubbing my back. As I leaned into my friend, he grunted and pulled back after letting out a hissy breath through his teeth.

My gaze drifted down to under his ribcage. Blood was soaking through his shirt. I gasped, and lurched to my feet before grabbing his hand. "You need to go to the hospital! Here, keep pressure on it." I murmured as I guided his hand onto the wound.

Owen sat down and I sprinted down to the third floor and snatched up the landline phone. I called 999, explaining our situation, and then ran back up to Owen. He was slouched on the floor, his head back against the wall, and his eyes closed. "Owen," I whispered. "Are you alright?"

He shook his head. "What about you? Your hands are pretty messed up."

I shrugged. "They'll heal."

I sniffed, tears forming in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.

Owen smiled sadly at me. "Who was that?"

"That was the same guy that... was at the party."

Owen's eyes widened in alarm. "What! Well, what was he doing here?"

I shook my head, trying to speak. "I don't know..." I mumbled.

Owen sighed and grunted from the pain of him shifting. I reached out and rested my hand on top of his hand on his wound. "You need to put more pressure on it Owen." I said as I scooted closer to him. He groaned, but tried to hold it in as not to scare me. I was already terrified though. Why had that guy returned? Why had he tried to hurt us...or kill us? How did he know where I lived? Where were my parents?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and I ran down all the steps to answer it. The ambulance were the first to get here. They ran up to Owen to strap him onto a gurney and take him into the ambulance.

The police showed up about five minutes later. They asked Owen and I questions as we rode in the ambulance to the hospital like what he did, what he looked like, and just really what happened. Of course, we answered truthfully.

We reached the hospital and they took Owen into the emergency room. I was placed on a bed in a room with a female nurse. She had a look at my large gashes on my hands and lower arms and bandaged them up. I dialled my step-mum's mobile with the hospital phone a few times, but she didn't pick up. Neither did my dad. What was going on? Even if they did go to a restaurant or out together, they would answer their phones. What did that guy do to them?

I was shaking vigorously with fear and anger. I needed to get out of here, find that guy, and give him what he deserves. But no, the police would do that. That was their job. Hopefully, they would catch this guy.

Now that I think about it, I was feeling a little dizzy and faint. But it was probably just because of the shock. I started sweating and panting heavily. The nurse looked over from her files and gave me a funny look. "Are you alright sweetheart?" She asked. "I'll just go and get you a glass of water. It will make you feel better." As she left the room, my breathing became even more uneven. My heart was thumping out of my chest. It hurt. Is this what it feels like to have a heart attack?

The nurse returned and I drunk the water eagerly. "How's Owen?" I asked, pain clear in my voice.

The nurse shook her head. "I don't think it's very good sweetheart. I saw his injury. It will take a while to heal. Is he your boyfriend?" She blurted out.

My head shot up in her direction. "Uhh...no. He's just my friend. But he'll heal completely right?"

"Oh yes I think so. He'll make a full recovery."

I sighed in relief. Boyfriend? Why would she think that? Just because he was round my house late at night with no parents in the house and...oh! I see where she's coming from! But I could never feel that way about Owen, could I? I mean, we've been friends ever since kindergarten. Just friends. I know pretty much all his secrets. Well, I used to until about fifth grade when he started liking girls. But, never mind that.

After about three hours in the hospital, I was allowed to go and see Owen. As I walked in, he glanced in my direction and smiled warmly. I didn't. He looked in a lot of pain. I could tell because every time he moved, his jaw set.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled.

He shook his head, and tried to raise himself up on his elbows, but I pushed him back down by putting my hands on his chest. I sat on the edge of his bed, frowning.

"You don't need to say sorry Carter. Besides, if I hadn't have driven you home tonight, Lydia probably would have, and I wouldn't have wanted her in my position."

I sniffled. "I should have gotten a cab!"

"You were in no state to get a cab, and then what would have happened if you had gone into that house all alone? You may not even have walked out of there."

"But-"

"No," whispered Owen. "No, Carter, no. Nothing that happened tonight was your fault. Do not blame yourself."

I sniffled again. "I have to get back to my room. They said I could only stay in here for a few minutes."

"'Kay, come back later okay? There's something I need to tell you."

I was already at the door, my hand on the doorknob. "Just tell me now."

"I love you."