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saving devon?

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Fucking hell. I squeeze my eyes shut in hopes that the throbbing would go away. Spoiler alert, it doesnt. 

I groan rolling onto my side but i hiss in shock from the shooting pain coming from my thigh

"ughhh what the fuck..." 

My hands fumble trying to pull the blanket back to see my leg but my hands are so shaky and my limbs feel so heavy. 

Fuck. Farrah... or christy or whatever the fuck her name was. And Jackson...

Where am I? My eyes crack open and i continue to groan at the ache in my head that this small action causes. 

Looking at my surroundings I see my apartment. 

What?

My brain spins trying to piece together what happened. I went out for dinner, jackson was there, christy drugged me, then they injected me with something in the car. And now im here. In my bed. What the fuck. 

Why didnt they kill me? 

Unless they were only using me as a means to get to devon. I glance around my room and find that it is completely torn apart like someone went looking for something. When i see my drawer where I put devons number in emptied out onto the floor is when panic sets in. No I need to help devon. 

I grit my teeth together as I drag myself to the edge of my bed. Im in not condition to be doing anything but as much as a bitch devon was to me I cant let anything happen to her. Slidding out of the bed onto the floor is harder then I expected. I take one step and then I have to put weight on my injured leg. Im not even sure how i injured it but I know that it hurts like a bitch. 

A pained moan slips past my lips and I wince while I hobble over to the door. I need the wall to stay upright and Im not sure how im going to help devon if I can barely move myself. But I will do it. Theres no choice. 

My foot catches on one of the scattered drawers and it happens too fast for me to be able to catch myself before I slam onto the floor. The pain shoots up my leg and my head throbs even harder. 

"Fuck!" 

I reach for my thigh to hold it when I hear a loud sound in my kitchen. Fuck. If theyre still here then I cant escape. I scooch to the couch to hoist myself up but before I can even do that, whoever was in my kitchen is now aware of my presence and they are rushing out to me. 

Heart pounding, i look around me on the floor to see if theres anything i could use as a weapon. 

Fucking nothing. Shit. Shit. Shit.

But then...

the person who rounds the corner in a rush isnt christy, jackson, or even one of his goons. Its the person I would tear this world apart trying to find. 

"devon"

"Oh my god nadia i cant believe you woke up." 

She rushes towards me and relief sags through me. I allow my eyes to close lightly while i pant out of breath. A few stray tears escape down my cheeks and devon kneels on the floor beside me. 

"Shit nadia, does it hurt that bad? Ive got some tylenol you can have. Here let me go grab it"

Devon goes to move but I dont allow her. I grab her arm and I look up to her with tears in my eyes and a sad smile on my face. 

"I thought they hurt you"

a warm tear runs down my cheek and her face morphs into confusion. Before I can continue, she helps support my body and lifts me off the ground. In her arms as she carries me back to my bedroom feels right.