Saving Grace

Chapter 14: He has her

When I got to the hospital I jumped out and ran into the E.R. to see my dad talking to Mylia's mom.

"He has her. That son of a bitch has her," I broke down crying furiously confronting my dad and her mom

"Who?" my dad asked confused.

"Angelo. My ex-husband. But that's impossible. I didn't inform anyone close to him where I was moving," her mom said with tears in her eyes.

"Mylia thought she saw him yesterday after the game. That's why she was staying over at my place. I should've brought her with me when I disabled my car alarm. I should've-," I started saying.

"Stiles. There was nothing for you to do. The only you can do is be there when we get her ack. Be there when she needs someone that cares about her as much as I do," her mom consoled me as I cried in her shoulders. I nodded and looked at my dad.

"You have to find her dad. You have to," I begged him.

"I will do my best. I promise you Stiles. I will do everything in my power to get her back to you guys," he vowed to me. Please let her be ok god. Please let her be ok. I can't believed this happened when I was the last person she trusted to protect her. She trusted me and I broke that trust. There's no way she's gonna want to stay with me when she gets back. She's going to hate me and never talk to me again. I failed her. I failed to protect the only person I've ever loved since mom died. I promised her that he would never touch her again and yet he did. He has her and there's nothing I can do. There's nothing I can do to save her. If he touches her, so help me god, I don't murder him right then and there. Why does this have to happen to her? She's done nothing, but care. If she doesn't get out of this alive. I don't know what I'll do. I'll be lost without her there. We've only known each other about a week, and I already care for enough to take a bullet.

"Let's go home Stiles. We're going to need all the rest we can get if we want to be able to help tomorrow," Ms. Evanz said to me. I nodded and collected myself enough to go home.
(A/N: OHMEHGERD!!!!!! I cried while writing this chapter. The music I was listening to wasn't much help either. That is what I get for listening to TVD songs during all the sad emotional scenes. Anyways, keep a box of tissues on you. Ya might need it. Here *virtually hands you tissues* take some from me.)