FALLING FOR MR J

Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Don't take your hand away. He's still breathing but only just." He said, and I'm moving in. I need to get closer to Johnathan.
"Please, please be okay. Baby, please don't leave me. I love you. You can't leave me."
While whispering this into his ear, Trevor called out. Once again, he made me jump.

"The bullets went straight through, so you need to hold tight Lacy. Fuck me! He's lost a shitload of blood. Fuck knows how long he's been here for. Who the hell shot him?"
Almost instantly, my eyes snap to his.
"WHAT! What do you mean shot, he got shot? Holy shit!"
I'm freaking out a little, but spoke again. Yet what he asked only made me panic more.

"Who the hell are you? Why the hell is he in your place with a bullet in his chest? Who the fuck are you hiding from? All I know is my boss. My friend's laying here dying and you've been AWOL! Now suddenly you're back and now he's here. He's in your place in a pool of fucking blood too! Now, who the FUCK shot him..."

I jump just with the intensity of his booming voice. Just feeling it vibrate through me terrified me, but of course, I've got no idea.

"I-I swear Trevor, I've no clue. I didn't know he was here. Not until this morning after I'd listened to his message. He was here, but someone else was here. I've no clue who it was. The reason I came back here was that I worried about him."

I'm looking down at Jonathan, trying to think of who would do this. Yet there's only one person I know who's pissed off with him.

"Wait, wait... No! Oh shit! He wouldn't... Would he?"
I hadn't even realised I'd said this out loud, not until I hear him. He's asking who I'm talking about.
"What the hell are you telling me? Who wouldn't do what?"
Oh God, no! Please no!

"Chester... Officer James. He... Well, I think it was him. It couldn't be Albert because he's locked up already. I highly doubt it was Vincent. Nobody's seen or heard of in months..."
I'm about to say more, but I hear the ambulance.
"Trevor, I ran from him. I've no time to explain everything, but as soon as we get him to the hospital, I'll tell you. I swear to you I'll tell you everything, but you need to keep it to yourself just for now. He's a police officer, so no doubt they're not gonna believe. Hell, especially when I tell them this one. No, we need proof. I need to find proof it was him."

As we're heading towards the hospital, I sit by Johnathan's side. Trevor followed behind in his car. He wasn't happy about leaving him, but the paramedics wouldn't allow both of us in. You know, at the same time.
While I sit here, all I can hear... aside from the medics fixing him up to a line. But all that's ringing out is the sound of the siren. It's pretty loud. I guess it needs to be. I wish it wasn't though, only because I can't think straight. I'm up by Johnathan's head, holding him close by pressing my hand to his face. All the while I'm doing this I'm whispering in his ear. I'm praying he'll hear me.

"I'm sorry, Johnathan. I'm so sorry. I had no idea he'd do this. I've messed up. I'm so, so sorry. Please, just get through this. Please, be okay and I'll leave you alone. I don't deserve you, you deserve so much more than this shit. This is on me now. I've caused this. I'm so fucking sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

That's all I kept on saying to him. I'd been so fixed on him I hadn't even realised we arrived at the hospital either. Not until they opened the doors. I tried to follow them in, but they'd told me I had to wait in the reception area. Naturally, I'd kicked up a stink ready to kick their arses. Yet Trevor grabbed hold of my waist, preventing me from doing so.

"Calm the fuck down, Lacy! You'll only end up getting yourself arrested. Just let them do their jobs. They know what they're doing, so calm the fuck down. Now sit your backside down. I want answers on what the hell is going on and why a police officer should shoot my friend!"