Best Friends

29

Roseanne

I think I'd lost her.

But suddenly her arm twitched and she groaned. My heart jumped in my chest as my eyes widened in shock, she wasn't dead? I swallowed the sob that was trying to break free and shoved myself away from the wall, but the cop just pushed me back pinning me there. What the hell is he doing?

"Let me go! She's hurt; I need to go to her!" I screamed, thrashing against him, trying to get myself out of the little cage he seemed to have made against the wall.

He shook his head, "Just wait until he has the cuffs on," he ordered sternly.

Cuffs, what the hell? I wasn't waiting for GD to have the cuffs on; I needed to go to Lisa! She groaned again and I felt hope bubbling up inside, please please please let her be ok, please I'll do anything, anything in the world, please.

"Get off me! Let me go!" I screamed as I tried to duck under his arm.

He easily restrained me, he was so freaking strong but if he didn't let me go I was going to knee him where the sun didn't shine, there was no way he was keeping me away from Lisa. He looked over his shoulder and I flicked my eyes in the direction of GD. The two cops were still trying to restrain him as he shouted that it wasn't his fault, that Lisa deserved it, that she had broken in here and attacked him and she was acting in self-defense. I heard the snap of cuffs and they yanked him to his feet shoving his face first into the wall, making him hiss in pain.

"He's secure," one of the cops shouted. He moved GD slightly and I saw a streak of blood on the wall near his leg. Was that his blood? Had they shot him? I thought those were Taser guns that they were holding, not real ones. If they had guns why could they have not shot him before he stabbed Lisa? They could have stopped him before he hurt Lisa!

I looked back at the guy holding me, glaring angrily. "Now you can let me go! I need to see Lisa!" I cried desperately.

He nodded and let go of me, for a second I swayed on my feet and I wasn't even sure I could stand on my own. He grabbed my arm to steady me but all I could think about was Lisa. I threw off his hold and ran across the room, almost falling down at her side. She was gasping, sucking in small little ragged breaths. Her eyes were squeezed shut; there was blood all over her shirt, soaking into the white material making her look like something out of a horror movie.

I bent my face down to hers, brushing her hair back as I thought desperately of what I should do. Should I apply pressure or would that make it worse? Should I roll her onto her back or would that make it even harder for her to breathe?

"Lisa? Baby, can you hear me? I'm here; you're going to be ok. Oh God please be ok," I whispered as I brushed her hair off of her forehead.

She groaned and I saw her eyes flicker, it seemed like she was trying to open them. I could feel the grief and horror of the situation washing over me but I refused to let it. I needed to be strong for her, she needed me and I wasn't going to succumb to the sadness, at least not in front of her. She needed to believe everything was going to be fine even though the dark stain on her shirt was getting bigger and bigger by the second as she lost more blood. I looked up at the cops; two of them were leading a limping GD out of the room, practically dragging him along as he carried on screaming that he'd done nothing wrong.

Anger was burning inside me making my stomach shake and I could almost taste the hatred in my mouth. I wanted to grab the knife that was in the middle of the kitchen and cut him into little pieces, but I needed to stay with Lisa, I couldn't leave her, the police would lock GD up and throw away the key for this. All of the sympathy and pity that I had built up for him since I arrived at his house was gone now; all I was left with was raw hatred.