Memory

Chapter 44

Jennifer P.O.V

Hearing the gun go off, I was sure it was over for me, but strangely I-...I didn't feel any pain.

Maybe I went into shock?

Looking down at my stomach, I see nothing, no blood, no wounds, nothing.

Wait, so if he didn't shoot me, who did he shoot?

Glancing up, I see David on top of Nicolas, punching him repeatedly until he's nothing more than a bloody mess.

"Get the fuck off of me, you bastard," Nicolas screams, trying his best to remove David from off of him.

Strength-wise, David has the higher advantage here.

Of course, Nicolas won't ever admit that, though.

Grabbing the gun since it slipped out of his hand, he swings it at David's head, most likely giving him a severe concussion.

Falling off of him, he holds his wound, still keeping his eyes trailed on him.

"Try that again and watch what happens," he laughed quickly, pushing himself off the ground.

" Or what, you'll beat my ass?" he scoffs, "I would love to see you fucking try."

Rushing toward David, he clenches his hands into a fist, swinging at him like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

So when it comes to women, he can beat them all day long, but once he's going toe to toe with a man, he can't do a single thing.

How pathetic.

Of course, David quickly dodged each of his hits since he mentioned that he occasionally boxes with Jackson.

Removing his hand from his wound, he lands a hit in Nicolas' chest, then in his stomach as he begins to cough up blood.

"This.is.for.taking.away.my.fiance," David yells while continuously punching him in the stomach.

This must be the anger issues David and Emelia mentioned before.

She wasn't lying when she said he's a whole new person when he gets like this.

Attempting to land one more hit on David, he fails miserably, falling to his knees.

Coughing up more blood, I notice his eye color becoming a faint shade of black.

I was to focused on Nicolas's injured body to notice David beside me until I felt his hand resting on my shoulder.

"Are you ok?" He asks, checking my body for any injuries.

"I'm fine," I nod, "Just a bit shaken up, that's all."

"That's good. I'm glad he didn't hurt you too, ba-Ah," He pauses, wincing in pain as he slowly falls to his knees.

"Oh my god, David! are you okay? " I pause, seeing a dark red stain grow intensely on his shirt. "Fuck he shot you."

When I caught him, I ensured he didn't fall too hard on the ground since his injury was already severe.

"I guess that fucker did," he weakly chuckles, resting his head on the ground.

Applying pressure to the wound, I yell out, hoping Emilia can hear me from her car.

Shockingly, she did.

As she and Jackson run inside, he quickly slides next to me, helping me apply pressure to David's wound while Emilia calls 911.

"Yes, 911, there's been an accident, and my friend has been shot," she says in a panic, crouching down and examining his wound. "It looks like he's about to pass out due to blood loss, so please hurry."

Hanging up the phone, she puts it in her back pocket, assuring me he'll be ok.

"Don't worry, baby. The ambulance is on its way and will be here soon".

"That's good," he weakly says, closing his eyes.

Shaking him lightly, I get no response as more panic rushes through my body, worried he might die right here.

"No, no, no, you can't die here. You have to continue to live so we can all finally be a happy family together," I whisper, feeling the tears well up.

You'll be ok. 

I know you'll be ok..

You have to be ok...