The YouTuber Law (Sequel to YT)

6: Let Her Go

**Anthony's POV**

It's one thing for someone to have a minor headache, but then there was me in my state and condition. It felt as if a freight train with sixty tons of cargo, smashed my head apart. I squint my eyes open to see a bright light. "Am I dead?" I asked myself as the brightness of the room keeps my brown orbs from adjusting.

My mouth feels drier than the Sahara desert, and my throat matches it, being scratchy and sore. I cough a bit and all of a sudden it feels as if five metal spears are being jabbed into both sides of me.

"Easy there," She said as she gestured as to say calm down. "You have a few fractured ribs, and one that's bruised." She explained. "And you broke your arm as well." I look down to see my right arm in a blue and white sling that is strapped over my shoulder.

Then the freight train made it's way back, "My head..." I groaned as attempted to reach up with my left hand and it was restricted as well. I gazed over to see it chained by a pair of handcuffs. I stare up at Kenya and lift my arm, "I don't really think that these," I lifted my restrained hand, "were necessary."

"Safety precaution, Anthony." She shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms.

"For what?"

"Well when someone attacks three doctors, two nurses, and threaten to burn down a building. They're willing to slap a pair a cuffs on anybody." She replied in a sarcastic tone. "And by anybody and somebody, that would be you."

What is she trying to get at? I wouldn't hurt anybody. What does she mean that I attacked people? All I know is I'm driving around for one second, then the next I'm hurling off of a cliff.

"Just tell me what happened?" I asked as I swallowed hoping it would soothe my nagging throat.

"Anthony, that day you came to my office, it was the same day you went missing." I racked my brain in trying to recall what happened, and I remember all the anger I felt after conveying my first nightmare to Kenya. I was going so fast on that road. Kenya's continuation interrupted my thoughts, "Someone found you at the bottom of a cliff. When Rachael and I got the news we rushed over as soon as possible. They were loading you onto the stretcher when we arrived. You were lucky that you weren't being loaded into a coroner's truck."

I closed my eyes, and pressed my eyelids closely together recalling the terror I experienced, me losing my ability to control my body. My foot pressing harder and harder of the gas pedal, until I went over the edge of that cliff. No matter how much I told myself to move, it was as if I was in a horror movie where someone else has authority over every inch of me. I went over, I drove straight off of that cliff.

"Anyways, everyone of us came to see you. We were told one at a time, so that we wouldn't overwhelm you. And of course Rachael went first, and everything was fine until you..." She gulped and looked down.

"Until I what?" I pushed.

"You tried to choke her to death." She spoke softly, my eyes widened and my heart sped up, causing my chest and abdomen to hurt. The pounding in my head went from a freight train, into a wrecking ball smashing into the side of my brain. Tears began to form in the corner of my eyes, the idea of me hurting her, or doing worse was unbearable. I looked up at Kenya expecting that her to tell me that I caused the death of Rachael. "You didn't kill her," Kenya reassured me, "Thankfully she screamed and we got to her in enough time."

"Thank you," I said gratefully, who knows what I would have done if Rachael died. All this secrecy so that I wouldn't hurt the woman that I love. But I still ended up wounding her, literally this time. "Kenya, tell her I need to talk to her. I have to explain-"