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A piercing, terrified scream shattered the silence. I bolted towards Rhea's bedroom, my heart racing. I pounded on the door, desperation and fear fueling my frantic knocks. When there was no answer, I threw my shoulder against the door, crashing it open with a forceful shove.
1, 2, 3—the door swung wide, revealing a scene of chaos. The room was eerily silent. I scanned frantically, my gaze landing on a horrifying sight—fresh blood smeared across my Jordans. My pulse thundered in my ears as I turned toward the bathroom.
The sight that met me there was a nightmare. Rhea lay on the floor, blood streaming from a gaping wound in her stomach. The pool of crimson spread around her, a brutal testament to the violence she'd suffered. My mind raced, unable to process the horror before me. What the fuck? She's been stabbed.
Did she commit suicide? No, no, no. "RHEA, WAKE UP! WHAT HAPPENED?" I shouted, my voice breaking as I tried to move her lifeless body. My heart was pounding so fast I could barely breathe. *What the hell?* She wasn't responding. "RHEA, ANSWER ME!" I pleaded, my hands trembling as I saw the blood still flowing from her stomach.
Panic surged through me. I frantically searched the bathroom for any weapon, but my efforts were in vain—there was nothing. Desperation clawed at my chest as I grabbed her in bridal style, her body limp and lifeless in my arms.
I broke every speed limit, my car tearing through the streets. I can't let anything happen to her. Seeing her hurt felt like a knife twisting in my own heart. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to her. She's now lying in the back seat of my Maybach, still fucking bleeding.
AT WEYMOUTH STREET HOSPITAL in LONDON
At Weymouth Street Hospital in London, I screeched to a halt, barely avoiding a collision as I rushed to get her inside. "Help! Somebody, please help!" I shouted, bursting through the emergency room doors with Rhea still in my arms.
The medical staff quickly sprang into action, wheeling a gurney over as I gently placed her onto it. "She's been stabbed," I choked out, my voice raw with fear and panic. "She's still bleeding!"
They whisked her away, leaving me standing there, blood on my hands and dread gnawing at my insides. The urgency of their movements only heightened my fear. I watched helplessly as they disappeared into the operating theater.
I fumbled for my phone, my fingers shaking uncontrollably. I dialed her brother's number, praying he'd answer. He picked up on the third ring. "Kai, it's Rhea. She's been stabbed. They've taken her to the operating room. Please, hurry!" My voice broke as I tried to hold back tears.
"I'm at the airport. I'll be there in ten minutes," he said, his voice tight with panic and urgency. I hung up and tried to steady myself, but the fear was overwhelming. I called my friends, hoping their voices would provide some comfort. "Daniel, Andrew, it's bad. Rhea's in the hospital. She's been stabbed. Please, I need you here."
