Bruise Me Twice (Twice #3)

Chapter 12

                                                                                     Vaughn 

Hey loves, i decided to give another update since i haven't uploaded, and just know that i may have broken down while writing this *sigh* the struggles we face writing... anyway, i may have played Irainwreck on loop while writing this chapter so do try that cuz it gives the full efect lmao 

I didn't have time to cry, I pulled out my phone, dialing the three numbers I never knew I needed until now.

The red lights reflected on my sullen face as it disappeared into the distance. I jumped into the car, speeding up and passing a cop that was telling me to stop, I didn't care at all.

"I don't care, I need to see her" I growled, pulling my gun to the nurse's head and they stepped back, terrified.

"Stop it Vaughn, let them do their job" I heard my mother's voice telling my from behind me. I lowered my weapon as I turned to face them

"What happened?" Dad asked worried

"It was all my fault, she's in there dying because of me" I said, breaking down as they led me to the waiting room which was empty

"She'll pull though" Dad said as I buried my face in my hands

"She's dying in there, because of me" I sobbed

"Have some faith, she'll make it" Mum said as she pulled me closer to her

"She's been overdosed on sleeping pills, because of me" I said, my voice breaking from sobs

I sat there for what felt like hours, waiting as the only girl I loved who was holding onto her life. For once I prayed to god, not for me but her. I prayed that it was me instead of her. I'd rather stay away from her than not having her at all.

I knew she'd never make it, I pictured me standing by her grave and already deciding to join her if she won't pull through. I even doubted if I would even be able to see her, I'd go to hell and she'd be above where she belongs. We waited for hours and hours, my eyes just staring at the floor, helpless and useless.

The doctor finally got back as the three of us got up to see what he had to say. I braced myself for what he had to say in advance. I braced myself for the amount of pain that would sear through me as he said the two words, words that would forever shatter me.

"We're not sure if she will make it, the next 7 hours will be critical" He said gravely "Has she been under any emotional distress recently?" He asked

Our silence proved his theory.

"You can go see her if you'd like" He said, knowing it would be her last hours

I went into her room, where she laid lifeless on the cold hospital bed. A million machines were hooked into her, needles on her skin. What have I done?

A normal person would run out, not wanting to hurt her anymore. But I walked closer to her and took a seat by her bedside. I wanted to kill myself as painfully as I could for doing this to her. I laced my hand in her cold hand, bringing it to my lips.

"I don't know if you can hear me, but I just need you to wake up, I'll stay away from you, anything, I'll die as long as you're here and alive" I whispered to her as my tears streamed down her hand.

This was my karma, for all the sins I've committed.

She was my breaking point.

She was my weakness.

I promised myself to leave her life when she wakes up. Far away from her where she won't be hurt by me anymore. Whatever I touch would turn into ash. I didn't deserve love, especially not her. I've never wanted anyone to live as much as I did now. All the money and power I had couldn't help me in this situation.

I held her hand all night, past sunrise as I looked at her face. Pale and colorless in place of the excitement and smile that occupied her face.

I thought losing someone felt the same. But as I waited for the hours to pass, I knew I was wrong. It would hurt if she left that exact minute at her apartment, but it hurt even more as I held her hand, knowing any second the monitor would stop beeping and she'd be gone.