Fools Rush In

Chapter 13

Drake got home shortly after I got the news of CeCe. He found me still sitting on the floor crying.
"I'm here baby," he said, sitting down next to me and pulling me in his arms. "I'm here, shhhh. Don't cry."
"He killed her, Dray," I sobbed, into his chest. "He fucking killed her to get to me. He stole her car. He's on his way here now."
"Shhh just take a deep breath and tell me everything," he said, rubbing my hair and holding me tight as he listened to me explain about what the officer told me.
There was a knock on the door and I jumped.
I held tightly to Drake as he tried to stand.
"Don't leave me," I cried in a whisper. "It's him he's going to kill you."
"I'm just gonna see who it is," he said, gently pulling out if my grasp. "You said they were sending an officer over right?"
I nodded.
"That's probably who it is then," he said, and smiled softly.
I took his hand and we went to the door.
"Who is it?" he asked as there was another knock on the door.
"It's Officer Gerard Coleman from the LAPD," the person answered. Drake peeked out the window and nodded to me to look. I hesitated but looked out the window. It wasn't Anthony.
"Okay," I said. "Open it."
He opened the door.
"Sorry about that," Drake told him. "I'm sure you're aware of our situation."
Officer Coleman nodded, "Not a problem Mr. Bell."
He nodded to me, "Ms. Curtis?"
"Mrs. Bell actually," I said, softly. "Drake and I were married last week."
"Oh my apologies," he said. "And congratulations. I'm sorry this can't be a happier occasion for you two."
I nodded.
"We haven't got any word on Mr. Chambers, yet," he started. "But-"
He stopped suddenly as Drake's clothes got splattered with blood. My eyes widened as I saw the blood pooling on Officer Coleman's chest before he collapsed to the floor.
I screamed as we saw Anthony standing on the walkway with a gun pointed in our direction.
Drake tried slamming the door shut but Anthony overpowered him and shoved his way in the house knocking Drake to the floor.
"Hello sweets," Anthony said to me, before kicking Drake hard in the ribs.
"Stop!" I screamed, as he kicked Drake again.
"You don't make the rules here sweetie," Anthony said, kicking Drake a third time. "I told you you were going to be punished."
"He doesn't have anything to do with this," I cried, moving to try and block Drake.
"Oh yes he does," Anthony snarled. "Who does he think he is trying to take another mans property?"
"Gemma," Drake coughed. I could see blood coming out of his mouth. "Just go. Get out of here."
"Shut it," Anthony said, shoving me out of the way, and to the floor, to kick Drake again.
"Please?!" I begged, scrambling to my feet. "He didn't know. This is my fault. Just leave him alone."
"Gemma, stop," Drake coughed again.
"No Dray," I said. "I can't let him hurt you. This is all my fault. You don't deserve this any of this. Anthony let's just leave. I'll go where ever you want, I'll do whatever you want. Just leave him alone. I didn't tell him about you. I was being selfish. I'm the one who didn't behave."
"You're damn right about that," he said, turning his full attention to me. "I told you you were nothing but a dirty little slut, didn't i?"
I nodded.
"You never could keep your legs closed," he continued. "That's why I have to do these things. I am trying to make you realize that there are consequences for your actions. I see you're starting to learn."
"Yes," I sobbed. "I'm sorry please let's just get out of here."
"In due time," he said. "I'm not finished with your husband yet. Your lesson isn't over with yet."
"No please!" I begged. "I know I was wrong. I know I was bad. I promise not to do anything like this again. I promise-"
He slapped me across the face so hard I fell back to the floor, "I said the lesson isn't over with. Now keep your fucking mouth shut, before I shut it up for you."
The side of my face stung, my eyes were burning with tears.
"Any more interruptions and I'll make him suffer more," he said, turning back to Drake, but Drake was gone. I had given him enough time to crawl away.
"Look what you fucking did now, bitch," he said, yanking me to my feet by my hair. I cried out in pain. "Do you think you're clever?"
I cried out again as he yanked my hair harder.
"Things just got a whole lot worse for you and him."
He slammed me down to the floor and kicked me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I lost consciousness.
"Gemma," I heard a voice say. It sounded so far away. "Gemma, come on baby. Wake up."
I groaned and opened my eyes to see Drake crouched down over me.
"A-Anthony," I sputtered, as Drake helped me sit up.
"I knocked him out," he said, clutching me to him. "The police are on their way. It's over now."
"I'm so sorry," I started sobbing.
"Shhh," he said. "Don't be sorry."
"She should be sorry," I heard Anthony say before we were suddenly tackled from behind Drake. I got shoved to the side in the scuffle.
"No!" I cried.
"Get out of here Gemma," Drake gasped as Anthony punched him in the side.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't leave Drake there but there was no way I could get Anthony off of him. That's when I saw him laying there. Poor Officer Coleman who was just doing his job. He wasn't apart of this. My heart broke for him, but he had something I needed. I rolled him over and grabbed his gun out of the holster. I had never held a gun let alone fired one.
My hands shook as I pointed it toward Anthony and Drake.
"Get the fuck off him," I said, trying to sound calm and firm.
"Listen here bitch," Anthony said. "I told you-"
The gun made a clicking sound as I cocked it and he snapped to look at me.
"I told you," I said, forcing confidence in my voice. "Get the fuck off him."
Anthony laughed, but slowly rose off of Drake.
"You gonna shoot me, hot shot?" he laughed, holding his hand up as he stood.
"This ends now," I said. "One way or another. This ends now."
He laughed again, and took a step toward me.
"S-stay back," I stammered, as he took another step toward me.
"Or what?" he chuckled, moving closer still. "You'll kill me?"
"Stay where you are!" I cried.
He laughed, and took another step. I pulled the trigger and nothing happened.
He roared with laughter and took the gun from my hand.
"Stupid girl," he said, still laughing. "Cops always put the safety on before holstering their guns."
I swallowed hard, as he placed the gun behind his back in the waist of his jeans.
He grabbed me by the back of the head and flung me over toward Drake, who caught me but caused us to fall backward. We quickly sat back up as Anthony pulled his gun out.
"No more fucking around," he said, pointing it at Drake. "We're out of time thanks to you."
He fired the gun and I watched Drake fall backward at the impact of the bullet. I screamed and crouched over him. Blood was pouring out of his chest and he wasn't moving, wasn't breathing.
"No no no," I cried. "Drake. I'm so sorry. God please? I'm so sorry."
Anthony grabbed me by my hair again and pulled me to my feet.
He pointed the gun at my throat.
"I told you you'd be sorry, bitch," he snarled.
"Just fucking kill me," I cried, hitting him with both hands. "You killed my best friend. You killed Drake. Just fucking kill me. I hate you. I'll never love you. You killed the only man I loved. I fucking hate you!"
He yanked my hair so hard, I felt chunks of it actually leave my head. I cried out in pain.
"What are you? A pussy?" I cried. "Can't kill me?"
"Fuck you, bitch," he snarled, cocking the gun.
I clenched my eyes shut, and heard the shot fire.
But I felt nothing. He released my hair and i opened my eyes as he collapsed to the floor.
Standing in the doorway over Officer Coleman's body was another officer.
"Miss," he said. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head, what had just happened?
"Drake," I cried, rushing back to his side. I buried my head in his chest.
"Miss step aside," I heard another voice say. I looked up to see two paramedics.
They gently moved me out of the way and hovered over him.
"He's still alive," one said. "Let's get him on the bus and over to Mercy."
"He's alive?" I cried.
"Yes ma'am," he said and they began loading him up on a stretcher and into the ambulance.
Another paramedic came over to me and began checking me out. I pushed her away.
"I have to go with my husband," I cried.
"Miss you need to get checked out," she said, trying to check the wounds where my hair had been ripped out.
"I'll get checked out when I know he is fine," I insisted, pushing her away again. I rushed to the ambulance as they were loading Drake on.
"Miss were going to need you to tell us what happened," the officer who shot Anthony said.
"Then send someone to Mercy," I said. "I'm not leaving his side."
I climbed in the ambulance and sat beside Drake. They were hooking him up to machines.
"C-can I hold his hand?" I asked, tears burning the corners of my eyes.
"Certainly," one of the paramedics answered. I gently took his hand and kissed it.
"Please hang on baby," I whispered. "Don't leave me."