❝You, Zaiah Dolivo, deserve my tears, my laughter, my happiness, my sadness. And you definitely deserve my pancakes. You deserve everything.❞
30,000 euros is a lot right?
That's what Nevaeh thought when she accepted the deal with Zaiah.
Zaiah Doli...
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CHAPTER 15 | GUILTY OR INNOCENT?
ZAIAHDOLIVO
No, no, no, no, no. That can't happen. Nevaeh can not die.
In an attempt to get up, a pain in my leg causes me to stop and groan from the pain. I try again but the pain stops me again.
"Fuck!" Pain is replaced by anger and frustration.
Through the broken windshield, I notice the hit silhouette of Nevaeh and a shudder of fear engulfs my body.
When I move again, I ignore the pain in my leg that gets smaller and smaller when I see Neve's blow-filled body.
The sharpening sound in my ears does not stop me from hearing the screaming of people around me who say that the ambulance must be called.
Somehow, by some miracle, I managed to open the car door and get out of it.
I'm not looking around me, I'm just focusing on the blonde girl. The blonde girl wouldn't have suffered anything if I had stopped the car.
"Sir! Don't move. The ambulance is on its way." someone screams from the sidelines but it's just a fleeting sound beside my ear.
I need to make sure Nevaeh is okay. I have to help her in some way.
"Neve! Open your eyes, please! Please open your eyes." But despite my pleas, Neve does not open her eyes.
"Please!" My voice breaks in the middle of the word and tears run down my cheeks.
Blood.
I see blood around her.
I need to stop her bleeding.
I start checking her whole body until I find the worst wound on her head.
"Just breathe!" I whisper to myself. "You have to be calm to help her."
I ripped off a piece of my T-shirt. I slowly lift her head and press the cloth onto her wound.
"If you hear me, Neve, please give me a sign. Move a finger, open your eyes, hit me. Do anything! Just do it! Please!" You can hear the despair in my voice. Desire and hope.
But Nevaeh does not move.
My tears fall on Neva's face and I wipe them away immediately.
"Sir!" A voice close to me makes me look up. "She's not waking up," I tell the man next to me who looks just as worried.
"Your girlfriend will be fine. The ambulance is coming now, okay? You'll both be fine."
Now I realize how many people have gathered around us and the sirens in the ambulance can be heard close to me.
