Run away love

Shot part2

Floyd's P.o.v.
I drove all day looking in abandoned buildings and asked about info on India and her mom. I felt so empty without India. It felt as though I forgot to breathe. I know yall might be like "How the hell he fell in love so fast he was fine before he met her".  You wouldn't understand when sje came into my life I felt excited and joyful. People through out life had hurt her and I didn't want to be one of those people. I wanted to protect her but I did't know if i'd be able to do that. As I continued driving around that area with not a tinch of light in the sky this person came stumbling from behind a shed. It was a woman. She fell to the floor in the middle of the street. I stepped out of my car . I took a good look at her. She laid on the floor trying to crawl towards me. I took a step back. She was covered in blood and dirt. She had leave in her hair and then started to cough up blood. I felt bad for her. I took off my white Armani tee-shirt and let  her put pressure on her wounds. I lifted her bridal style and laid her in the back seat of my car. I asked her what her name was. She wasn't able to answer at the time. But as the street lights shined through the car I glanced back at her. She laid with her eyes wide open maybe still traumatized at what had happened. "Can you tell me what happened how you got back here"? She didn't answer my question but managed to say "India"!  I hit breaks and turned back to her and asked. "Are you India's mom what happened to her is she okay"? She was able to shake her head saying yes. "Where is she"? I asked worried and eager looking at her with curiosity.
Abandoned building she said gasping for air. I sped down towards the road I found her parked and jumped out. I grabbed my gun from under the seat and told India's mom to hold tight until I came back. I ran towards the building cautiously. I heard yelling and followed the voices. I came inside to see one of India's father's friends sitting on the couch. I shot him amd ran towards the back room.

India's P.O.V.
While my dad stood over I shook as he spoke all his words slow and sharply making me flinch at each word as his hot breath hit my face.
"HA look at this poor motherless slut" he laughed as I cried over the death of my mother. I closed my eyelids and squeezed them tightly. I heard a gunshot. My heart skipped a beat. I thought I was the one shot. But when I opened my eyes Floyd was there. I was so shocked to see him. My body felt numb and I felt light headed. I tried my best to get up to come towards him but he already met me at the floor. He lifted me in his arms and hugged me. He finally gave me a long passionate kiss. And I hugged him again and cried. "He killed her floyd he killed my mother"! I cried on a broken voice. "No he didn't she's alive and fine but needs to hurry and get to the hospital. I carried her to tje car. Opened and shut it for her. She looked in the back seat ans saw her mom. "Mom"! She screamed in delight. She wiped her face with the shirt and held pressure against it as I rushed to the nearest hospital.
I called my homeboy and let him know about India's old boy at the abandoned building.