haunted || l.h.

40

"I'm here I'm here. Where is she?" I asked as I ran through the doors of the police station.

"She's 45 minutes away. Everyone's ready we're just waiting on you." Chief Avery said and grabbed whatever stuff he needed.

"My friends are coming. They want to see her too." I said seriously.

"You're a real pain kid you know that?" He said and I just shrugged.

"She's loved, people love her and care about her." I said and he just sighed and signaled for me to follow him outside.

  We all separated into different cop cars so we could get her. They didn't use the sirens or the lights just because it would attract attention. I guess they think if he hears or sees them then he'll run off with her again.

  I sat there in the back of the police car anxiously waiting to reach the destination. After a while I had no idea where we were. I've never seen this part of town before, if we were still in our town at this point.

  We pulled up to a cabin like house that was placed in the center of woods. They had the house surrounded, so if he tried to escape he'd fail.

  Cheif Avery told me to wait in the car so I did. They all cautiously walked up to the house with their weapons out just in case. And before I knew it they were gone. They were in there for so long it was irritating. I just needed to see her.

  After maybe ten minutes I saw two officers drag Paisley's dad out of the house with handcuffs on his wrists. They took him to one of the cars that didn't have any of the others in there. I sat there with my eyes glued to the door waiting for Paisley to come out.

  She was probably scared out of her mind right now. I had to keep myself from just running in that house to get her just so they wouldn't yell at me. Plus I didn't know if there was anyone else in there.

  After what felt like forever, I watched Cheif Avery walk out of the house carrying her limp and bruised body. The second I saw her I jumped out of the car and ran towards her.

  My heart dropped as I got closer to her. She wasn't moving, it looked like she was dead honestly and that scared the shit out of me. Her body looked frail. She had a huge gash on her bicep that clearly hasn't been able to heal. She had bruises and cuts covering her face. I don't even want to know what the rest of her body looks like.

"No... no she's not dead is she? She can't be dead no!" I shouted and felt tears prick in my eyes as I looked at her lifeless body.

"She should be, but she isn't. She has a pulse, it's faint but it's there. I think she's just dehydrated or suffered some sort of trauma to the head before we got there. We won't know until we take her to the hospital." He said and carried her to the back of the car I was previously in and sat her next to me.

"You're okay now sweet P. I love you so so much." I whispered and dipped my head next to her hear so she could hear me, if she could hear me.

She looked peaceful, even if she wasn't before she looked it now. I don't think I'll ever be able to grasp into how someone could hurt someone like Paisley. How could someone hurt my Paisley?

After getting to the hospital they quickly took her away to examine her. It was crazy that she was already gone again. I just got her back and now she's be gone again for who knows how long.

We waited there for hours. My parents showed up after some time to see if she was okay. They waited with us until they went home to get some sleep.

We all refused to leave, me especially. I sat in that uncomfortable chair in the waiting room for hours and hours on end, only getting small updates about her every now and then.

They ended up taking her in for surgery to fix a brain bleed that she had, along with a fractured spleen and internal bleeding that they had to fix. She also had a fractured rib, sprained wrist, and a small break in her calf. Not to mention the amount of cuts or bruises she has on her.

We've been here since maybe one in the afternoon, and it was now three in the morning. I haven't gotten any sleep or had anything to drink. I felt sick knowing that he did all of that stuff to her.

At least she's okay. Was what I was trying to focus on. But I saw her and I saw how horrible she looked and that's all I could focus on. I also could help but think that she wouldn't be okay.