Someone Like Hugh -Draft Complete And EDITING-

Chapter Thirty:

Hugh's POV:

When Jennifer kissed me, I was shocked. I didn't know how to react. My body froze, expecting to get yelled at, not kissed. I pulled back from her, disgusted.

"Looks like your little girlfriend saw us, oops!" she grinned.

Frantically I looked up to the window and Amelia was gone. I could see a little note scribbled on a napkin. I pushed past Jen and rushed to the table. "Take a cab," the note said and some cash was placed under it.

My heart sank. She was alone and upset. Dr. Henderson's words from this morning came back to me. "Don't put yourself under stress, your body may push yourself unconscious."

She was upset and alone. She could be hurt, and It was all my fault. I quickly ran out to the parking lot and all I could picture was the hurt look on her face when Jen kissed me. Her car was gone.

Less than half an hour ago, I told her I loves her, and she reciprocated. Now she saw me kissing another woman. She told me she doesnt let people in. She doesn't trust people. And now, she won't trust me either.

I flagged down a cab and hopped in. We began the slow drive to the manor. As we drove on, I looked up and saw her car pulled over about a hundred feet up ahead. Hope coursed through me.

A huge tractor trailer rounded the bend. But it was going fast, too fast. A family of turtles started walking across the road. The truck driver jerked his wheel and before I could get out of the cab, he barreled into Amelia's car, pushing it through the guardrail and down into the ravine below.

I could hear myself screaming her name as the cab driver and I ran down to her car. It had rolled several times, the air bag had gone off as well.

"Amelia!" I screamed out desperately as I forced the car door open. I didn't want to move her, but I could smell the gas leaking. She needed to get out of the car. She hung upside down, held in place by her seatbelt. She was bloody and bruised.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, my love. Everything is going to be okay," I called out as she shook her head groggily. 

She laughed cynically. "Either by this or my liver, it seems I am meant to die, Hugh. You can't stop it. You can't always be the hero."

"Just keep fighting, you'll be okay," I spoke, unable to unbuckle her seatbelt, it was jammed. The cab driver handed me a pocket knife. "Thank you," I added. He nodded in response.

He was on the phone with 911. The driver of the truck slid down the ravine, spewing apologies. I ignored him and focused on cutting her seatbelt. As I cut away the last bit, I reached up and held Amelia so she wouldn't fall. I pulled her from the car. Her body was covered in cuts from the broken glass.

Bruises were starting ri form from the seatbelt and airbag. "It's going to be okay," I reassured her, stroking her hair and tears spilling from my eyes. I carefully carried her back up the ravine.

"I trusted you," she mumbled. "I let you in. You're just like her, looking for ways to break me down. I love you, and that terrifies me, because now I have to let you go." Tears streamed down her cheeks and her body went limp.

"Where are the fucking paramedics?" I yelled out as I held her in my arms, rocking her. She was barely breathing, something was wrong.

Finally they arrived.

The ride in the ambulance was the longest ride if my life. I held her hand gently begging her to wake up.

They asked me all kinds of questions about her medical history. "Call Dr. Henderson, she knows all that," I said slipping them the bent dirty card from my pocket. We arrived at the hospital and they went straight to the operating room, leaving me bloody and in the hall.

A kind nurse brought me a pair of clean scrubs and let me clean up in their locker room. I took a deep breath and returned to the waiting area. She approached me again. "We spoke to Dr. Henderson," she spoke, handing me the card back. "Would you like us to call anyone?"

"I'll call her stepfather. Do not let her mother anywhere near her, she is the cause of all those scars on her body. She is abusive," I spoke sadly.

"Alright," she nodded.

I took my phone from the small bag with my dirty clothes and pressed on her stepfather's contact. He answered on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Amelia is in the hospital, bring the boys but not Delilah, it's time you all knew the truth," I spoke.

I could hear him worriedly shuffling around the desk. "Is Amelia alright? Please tell me she's alright?" he asked. I could hear the genuine care in his voice.

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "She's in surgery."