My Tutor is Zack Merrick?

Chapter 20

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!" I heard someone shout. My head shot up, I tried to make out the figure. It was Rian. He and Jack were taking on Trevor, Zack ended up joining. They knocked my stepdad to the ground. My attention was turned towards the figure in front of me. I could tell it was Alex.

"Shiloh. Oh no. We need to get you to the hospital." I heard Alex's voice, laced with worry and fear. He took off his jacket before slowly putting pressure on the wound. Alex was also on the phone.

"Yes, I need an ambulance and police. There's been a stabbing. My friend is wounded. The perpetrator is still here. We're on Belle Street and First Avenue. Hurry please." he hung up and got me to sit up. I was leaning on him, watching the others restrain Trevor.

"You won't get away with this!" Trevor screamed while struggling. I heard sirens before seeing the lights approaching.

"Where's the victim?" a medic came up to us. Alex pointed to me. They put me on a gurney and took me into the ambulance.

"What's your name?"

"Skylar Freeman."

"What's your birthday?"

"October 25th, 2002." I groaned at the abdominal pain.

"Do you know what blood type you are?" a different medic asked me.

"AB-" They hooked me up to an IV. Soon, a police officer came up to me.

"Sorry to bother you, young lady. But, can you identify which of these men stabbed you?"

"Trevor Hornsbee. The one in the black hoodie and sweatpants."

"Any relation to you? Do you know if he had any motive?" he questioned.

"Sir, I hate to interrupt but we need to get her to the emergency room." someone told him.

"Right, I will be in touch at the hospital." he nodded and walked away.

"Wait... I want Zack to come with me." I looked at the medic.

"Sure, he can ride with us." I motioned Zack to come over and he got in the ambulance.

"How are you feeling, dear?" he held my hand.

"Well, I just got stabbed. So... I dunno." I tried to smile and make him laugh. He brushed some hair out of my face.

"What am I going to do with you?" Zack sighed at me.

"Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Caleb, over there is Angela. Here, can you keep pressure on this for me?" he gave Zack some gloves. Zack put them on and help pressure on the wound.

"Pretty nasty cut you got there, kiddo. How'd you happen in that situation?" Caleb asked while putting something in the IV. I saw the knife was still there but tried not to think about it.

"I was walking with our friend and my dog and my stepdad came up and stabbed me."

"Well, damn. I'm sorry. That's a way to ruin your night. But, good news. You aren't losing as much blood as we thought you would. Are you anemic by chance?"

"Very."

"That makes sense." Caleb smiled a little.

"What do you mean by that?" Zack looked confused.

"She isn't bleeding out because of the pressure. However, her oxygen levels in her blood are low. But, if we take off the pressure she could lose a lot of blood." Caleb explained.

We got to the ER, they rushed me into a room where a nurse and a doctor looked at me. Everything was flashing by and blurry. I answered what I could. Finally, the doctor decided surgery to stitch up the wound. It wasn't like put me to sleep surgery, but they numbed the area and sutured me up. Zack was in the room, holding my hand the whole time. He didn't look at them working, he just stared at me and he was talking so I can focus on his voice.

"....I forgot to mention, Blaze is back at home. He's alright and safe with the other pups. And the guys are waiting to us. If they can visit, they will." he stopped and looked at the surgeon standing up.

"You need to stay hydrated and rest. But we should get you discharged in an hour or so. Also, the officer is here to talk to you." I nodded and the officer came back in.

"My name is Steven Simmons, we met a couple hours ago. I hate to bombard your night but I do have to question you about the incident and Mr. Hornsbee. Now, do you think he had any motive and what is his relation to you, if there is any?" I took a deep breath before sitting up a little.

"Trevor is my stepfather. He has always been very aggressive and brutal towards me. Last year when my father left to a business trip, him and my mother broke in and he..." I cut myself off, looking at officer Simmons. I was asking him if I had to continue.

"I remember that. He gave us a different name when we caught him but we charged him. I'm sorry for all that has happened. We do have him in custody and I will ask the doctor if I can retrieve the knife for evidence. Once again, I apologize for these questions. Since we have both of you and his information, would you like me to contact one of the judges tomorrow morning about a restraining order?" Simmons stood up. His question intrigued me. I would like that.

"Yes, sir. It would be after 2 that I would be able to make it to the courthouse because I do have school."

"I understand. I will let them know."

"Thank you, Simmons." I smiled. He returned the gesture and walked out the room. I let my shoulders fall, it felt as if I was holding my breath. I sunk into the hospital bed and glanced over at Zack. He kept my hand in his, he looked really stressed and almost angry. I hope not at me.

"Zack..?" he shot his head up at my voice.

"Yes, Shiloh?" the lines in his forehead left as he tried to smile.

"Are you alright? You look mad."

"No, I'm not alright. I'm really enraged and upset. I can't believe he could hurt you. I'm glad you're ok, but I promised myself to protect you and I failed." I put my hand on his cheek, wiping a tear.

"Zack, you didn't fail. There was nothing I could have done. He was following me. I'm just glad he got caught." he sighed and nodded before kissing my forehead. I was blushing but tried to contain it. We waited for a while, just making small and awkward conversation. Finally the nurse came in with papers and medication for me. She explained what the medicine was for and I signed some papers and we were free to go.

As soon as I stood up, I almost fell back down. The pain was excruciating. I whimpered and tried to stand up, Zack's arms went around me and he helped me to the car outside. Rian was there to pick us up.

"Do you need to stay home from school tomorrow?" I nodded at Rian's question.

"I'm going to call my dad when we get to your house and then call the school tomorrow."

"Alright." the rest of the ride home was quiet.