Dreams Can Come True

90. Only Anger

POV Bill

My whole world seemed to fade as Tom's words echoed in my head like a terrifying echo. Elise... in the hospital... It felt like the ground was being pulled out from under me, and I struggled to grasp reality.
Tom threw his phone onto the bed, the loud thud sounding like a warning for the storm of emotions about to erupt. His face was a mask of concern, his eyes full of empathy as he approached me.
"Bill, please stay calm," he said, his voice muted by the gravity of the situation. But my heart pounded wildly in my chest, and my breathing was erratic, as if my body couldn't handle the sudden wave of panic washing over me.
Elise... my dear Elise, was in the hospital. My thoughts scattered as I tried to understand what had happened. How could this happen? How could I protect her if I couldn't even be there with her?
"Tell me what happened," I asked, my voice hoarse with emotion. Tom hesitated for a moment, as if wondering if I could handle the truth. But I needed answers, no matter how painful they would be.
"David waited for Elise in the bathrooms at Pulse Discotheque," Tom began, his voice heavy with outrage. "He drugged her and took her to his apartment."

A wave of blind rage washed over me as I realized what David had done to Elise. My fists clenched until my knuckles were white, my muscles tensed like steel cables under my skin. Everything around me seemed to fade, my vision blurred by a red haze of fury.
"That bastard," I hissed, my voice trembling with anger.
In a flash of blind rage, I felt the urge to destroy everything around me, to vent my frustration and helplessness on the world that had treated me so cruelly. My muscles tightened like steel cables under my skin, and my hands clenched into fists, ready to lash out at anything nearby.
But before I could take a single step, Tom grabbed me firmly, his strong arms like steel cables holding me in place.
"Bill, stay calm," he urged, his voice determined but full of compassion. But I didn't want to calm down. I wanted to scream, to hit, to destroy, to avenge the pain and injustice that had been inflicted on Elise.
I struggled to break free from his grip, my body trembling with the pent-up energy seeking a way out. But Tom held me firmly, his grip unwavering like a rock in a storm.
"Let me go!" I roared, my voice raw with anger and frustration. But Tom stood his ground, his eyes filled with determination as he held me, protecting me from the rage threatening to consume me.
"Bill, stay calm," he insisted, his voice cutting through my rage. "This helps no one. We need to stay calm and think about what to do next."
I shook my head, my thoughts tangled in a web of emotions. How could I stay calm in a situation like this? How could I stay calm while Elise lay somewhere in a hospital, a victim of the cruelty of a monster named David?

As Tom held me firmly, I slowly felt the fierce waves of my rage begin to subside. The storm in my heart started to calm, replaced by a gentle breeze of sorrow and helplessness. My muscles gradually relaxed under his reassuring grip, and my breathing steadied.
I closed my eyes, resting my head against Tom's chest, and allowed myself to be overwhelmed by a wave of exhaustion that suddenly washed over me. It felt like I had been fighting for ages, like my entire being was exhausted from the battle against the darkness threatening to engulf me.
Tom felt my change and let go of me, his gaze full of empathy as he saw the tears streaming down my cheeks. He gave me space to let my emotions run free, to give in to the wave of sadness that overwhelmed me.
I sank onto the edge of the bed, my head buried in my hands, as I let my tears flow freely. Elise, my beloved Elise, lay somewhere alone in a hospital bed, a victim of the cruelty of a monster named David. It felt like my heart was breaking into a thousand pieces at the thought of her suffering.
I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so powerless, so overwhelmed by the darkness threatening to engulf me. But amid all my sorrow, I knew one thing for sure: I would do everything to protect Elise, to bring her safely back into my arms where she belonged.
Tom sat beside me, his presence a source of comfort in the dark chaos of my thoughts. He placed a hand on my shoulder, his gesture of solidarity and support warming my tormented soul.
"Bill," he said softly, his voice filled with understanding and compassion. "It will all be okay. We'll get through this, together." And although his words seemed to fade like a weak thread in the infinite void of my sorrow, I felt a spark of hope awaken in my heart.
I looked up at Tom, my eyes red from tears but filled with a determination that no one could extinguish. "Thank you, Tom," I whispered, my voice barely more than a broken sigh. "Thank you for everything."