SEPTEMBER 28, SATURDAY. 12:18AM. 📍: SPANISH TOWN PUBLIC HOSPITAL, BURKE RD, SPANISH TOWN.
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𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓁𝓎𝓃 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓉 | 29.
I feel like my heart has been ripped out and squeeze tightly by the person that cruelly tried ending my boyfriend's life.
What's scarier is he how close that person got to killing him.
We don't even know if he's dead or alive.
I did call ny a few days ago sobbing that he's dead, he looks dead in my arms.
His blood dripping onto me as he held my hands tightly practically begging me to stop crying.
"B-babes stop cry, seeing you cry hurts m-more than this"
His exact words.
A loud and tired sigh left my lips my hands in my hair gripping it pain running through my scalp but this pain somehow was blocked by the ache in my heart.
It hurts so bad.
I want to know if he's okay.....
I would absolutely hate, be so hurt and shattered if he died without knowing......
I felt tears cloud my vision by the thought, the feeling to vomit engulfing my senses the thought of him dying horrifying me to throwing up.
Arms wrapped around me by multiple people and I didn't even have to glance up to know the owners.
The two biggest females in my life right now.
His girls.
Ny has been sobbing eversince the call I made to her while Ryan layed dead in my arms on the cold gravel floor.
