~Elizabeth Madden~
The fogginess in my mind had finally cleared as I watched my son fall to the ground, unconscious. Finally, I could think straight. But my thoughts weren’t exactly comforting, all things considered.
What had I done?
I was on the phone with someone, frantically trying to tell them that my son needed to get to a hospital immediately. They tried to calm me down, and after I relayed Rome’s address to them, the lady assured me someone would be there shortly. Tears were falling freely down my cheeks, and I felt something dark and nauseating build up in the pit of my stomach.
Guilt.
Hands shaking, I tried to swallow and clear my mind a bit more so I could make another call. My fingers almost couldn’t press the correct buttons, but eventually I got it, and I pressed the phone to my ear with bated breath.
“Now what?” Jon said with boredom, making me cringe inside. I knew I had a problem. Hiring men to kidnap my husband’s fiancée wasn’t entirely my doing. Something inside of my head was destroying myself, and instead of going to the doctor to get help, I denied that I had a problem and continued on. Clearly, that was a mistake. “What do we do with the girl?”
“Bring her here. To Rome’s house. Immediately,” I demanded, my voice coming out rough and scratchy. Jon sighed as though speaking to me was a burden, but confirmed he would do as I said, and then hung up the phone. My own phone slipped from my hand shortly after, and clattered noisily to the ground.
A sob escaped through my throat as I looked at my son, eyes closed, his breaths entirely too slow to be healthy. What had I done? What would possess me to do such a thing? Loving someone was never a crime. I remembered a time when I was head over heels for Ryan, and he was equally in love with me. Time had caused our love to grow weaker, but it was still there faintly in the background, waiting to be awoken yet again. Why would I punish my son for falling in love? With a wonderful girl, even? What was wrong with my mind? What was this monster in my head taking control and making me lash out insanely?
It wasn’t long before I heard sirens outside, and medics began rushing through the front door, gathering over my frozen son. They strapped him to a gurney, and soon, he was lifted. The medics told me I could meet them at the hospital, and I tried to tell them okay, but my voice wasn’t working.
When Jon arrived, I was curled against the wall, trying to hold myself together with my frail and shaking arms. He scoffed upon seeing me, and dumped an unmoving Julie onto the hard floor. I gasped, crawling across the floor to reach her. She was almost unrecognizable. Her face was swollen and bruised, and her body was tattered and broken. Her skin was paper white, her lips a faded purple. More tears escaped my eyes as I realized I was the cause for her pain.
“What the hell do we do now? We did as you said,” Jon snapped after realizing that last thing I was focused on was him and Robbie standing stupidly in the doorway. I wanted to scream at them. Beat them for beating up an innocent young girl. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew I was the monster. They were following orders. And although it wasn’t right for them to harm girls for money, it was I who offered it to them. I was the monster.
I almost lost my breath as I stared at Julie, frozen in time. She looked so lifeless, laying on the cold ground, limbs crumpled up. I needed help. Mentally, I needed help. Physically, I needed help on getting Julie’s body into my car.
“Look, bitch, we did as you said. We beat the girl up, and then knocked her out right as I shot the damn gun. We did everything you asked. Are we finished here?”
I couldn’t respond. Eventually, they left, and I was left trying to drag Julie’s body to my car out front. Because even though I probably couldn’t have sinned any more than I had that night and I was surely damned to hell for it, I was getting Julie Corbin to a hospital.
Because even though it was almost undetectable, I could see the slight rise and fall of her chest and the movement of air as it barely passed through her lips.
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HEYYYY GUYS! Another short one, but this one in Mrs. Madden's point of view. But HA! So Julie didn't die. Just like Juliet didn't die... at first. Mwhahahahaha! Please let me know what you think. Also, I SO APPRECIATE the voting from the last chapter. Truly. Keep it up, my wonderful readers. I'll have another chapter out very soon, because I'm almost finished with it. In fact, this story - dare I say it - is almost compelte. I've never finished a full length story before, so once it's over, it'll be a very emotional thing for me. Well, until next time, I LOVE YOU GUYS. <3 MUAH
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