How He Saved Her

Chapter Thirteen

Aurora

The next time I wake up, the sun blinds me. I rub a hand at my eye but it worsens the pain in my head. It smells horrible, I take notice and when I look to my side I find vomit. Was it mine? I couldn't tell. I tried to sit up but my head weighed a ton. So much. I placed my hand on the back of head and came up with a red splotches. It is still wet, how is it still wet.

Not that wet, just a tiny bit wet. Enough to scare me. I groan as I use as much strength as I can muster to sit up. I do, but my head falls off to the side. Oh God. I look around at the ripped up hoodie of mine and the door that is left slightly ajar, cold air sipping into the house.

The events of last night come back to me so vividly that I hold my stomach and throw up again.

I need to leave.

My ribs hurt and when I try to stand up, I fail and fall back down the floor. Where is my phone? I search for it in my pockets but do not find it. I look to the ripped up hoodie and it's not anywhere there. I look toward my throw up and find that it fell somewhere under the table. I take a deep breath in and crawl to my phone. It takes a long time to get to it, but when I do, I want to smile.

Only I don't, it hurts to.

I find that it has more cracks now and when I open it, there is only 5 percent battery. I look through my contacts before realizing I should call the police. But what would they do? They would ask me too many questions right now and I'm tired. So freaking tired. With shaky fingers I look through to find Frankie's name. When I press on it it goes automatically to voicemail, which shouldn't be much of a surpsise to me but right now it hits hard. I close my eye and his words from last night come back to me.

Then where is she?

A tear falls on the phone and I wipe at it. Oliver's name shines and I feel my heart flutter at it. He can help me. I press on his phone and it keeps ringing. I look at the time to see that it is six o'clock on a Saturday. He is my only hope so I keep ringing him, until finally he answers on the third try.

"Miss me already?", he says, his voice barely audible, and I let out a sob at the happiness in hearing his voice. "Aurora?", his voice is much more sharper now as opposed to the tired one from before.

"I need you", only three words. I can only manage to say those three words.

"Are you home?", he asks and I let out a bigger sob.

Home. The word has lost it's meaning.

"I need you", I repeat once more and hear a bed creak on his phone line.

"Stay with me. I'll be here in ten minutes", he says and I fists the phone in my hand. I listen to his rushed breathing and in a minute I hear key jingling and a door shutting behind him. He is coming, I repeat to myself over and over again. After what seems like forever I hear the cut off of an engine and another door shut. I look up to hear footsteps on my front porch and a knock on the door before it creaks open further.

"Aurora?", I hear his voice and want to jump into his arms but can't. My body has shut down on the floor and I hate to admit it but I had laid down next to my own vomit again. I look to see him rush past my ripped hoodie and toward me. He doesn't even react to the smell of the room, only crouches down next to me. His eyes are wild and frantic, searching for the hurt on my face.

"What happened?", he asks and tries searching for the source, his eyes scanning the open living area.

"Get me out of here", I say to him and place a hand on his knee. He looks down at my body and at my face before a frown settles on his face. I reach up and poke his cheek close to his mouth where the dimple would have been.