The New Boy

Fix You

Nicks POV

As she lay lifeless on the sofa I got up and went to look around the room for a first aid kit or anything. I pulled open drawers and boxes but I had no luck. I went to the book case by the door and saw a box on the top shelf. I ran over and stretched up to reach it. Suddenly the door handle rattled making me jump. The door shook as I froze still. The voice belted out “Open the door or I’ll kick it in!” It was the same voice that shot Becca. I swiftly picked Becca up and pulled us under the desk as I heard the door beginning to crack. The desk had a back that went all the way to the floor so we wouldn’t be able to be seen... I hope. Just as we both got under the door snapped off its hinges and the door fell to the floor. I squeezed Becca even tighter and held my breath. His footsteps rocked the floor. As he got closer the floor dipped around his feet and everything froze, even my heart. I sat there for a few seconds and just as I was beginning to turn blue, he spoke. “Damn it! Where the hell did she go?” He kicked the desk in anger and I jumped nearly giving away my hiding place. I heard the door on the floor crack as he walked over it. I sat for a moment recovering. I opened my eyes to Beccas pale face lying on my arm. I followed her back against my chest and her long legs tucked up between mine. It was silent and I could begin to hear her breathing. It was as soft as her character was. Gentle and could never be rough or unkind.

I thought about a few weeks ago when I found out she was pregnant. I came into the hospital after school and wanted to talk to her to see if she was ok because at this point I didn’t know she was pregnant. I remember sitting in my car for nearly an hour deciding whether or not to go in. When I finally got to her room I wanted to take this time to talk to her about everything but when I got there I saw her friend, Hannah, sitting on the chair with her feet on the side of the bed reading a magazine. I looked over to Becca. She was fast asleep and pale just like she was now. My eyes were dragged away when Hannah slapped the glossy magazine shut and put it on the bed. She looked at Becca and then put her head in her hands. She sat there for a moment when she sat up quickly. I looked over to Becca who had her eyes open. I waited a minute to catch my breath then went in. But I walked in on Becca shouting out she was pregnant. I knew then my life would be forever different. But I wasn’t sad or worried about it. Well... not like that. I was happy. Not that I had got a 17 year old student pregnant but that I was going to have a baby. My own baby. Just then I heard Becca talk. “It’s his fault.” I was shocked. I started shouting at her and Hannah then started shouting at me and made it seem to Becca that I would just leave her. I had had enough and left. I slammed the door hard to take out my anger. I went back to my car and sat thinking about everything. After a while I decided that if Becca was going to keep the baby I wanted to be there for her and try my best to get around it. I was just leaving the hospital I saw her and Hannah. She was being escorted out by a nurse and they went to Hannah’s car. I looked at her natural curly hair, her make-up free face, her pale skin and then I realised. I couldn’t just forget about her. She was so perfect. She IS just perfect in every way.

This moment of just sitting her and holding her in my arms is what I longed for since that day. But not like this. Looking at the reality of it I could just see the two of us hiding from a killer pervert and Becca being shot, losing so much blood and getting weaker by the minute and my baby could be dying or worse. I had to get us out of there. I placed Becca down and slid out from under the table. I got up and looked around the room. Everywhere was silent. I went out to the corridor and looked for the masked man. It must have been about ten minutes before I decided he wasn’t here. I went back to the bookcase where I had seen what looked like a first aid kit. I saw the small green box and grabbed it. I pulled open the lid. Inside was one cotton ball. I took it out, looked at it then throw it (very easily) across the room to where Becca was. I then heard a yelp and ran to where she was.

“Becca? Are you ok?” I came around to her side. Her eyes were open but they were dotting around the room. Her eyes looked at me. I gave her a reassuring smile.

“Nick? Why did you come back?”

“What do you mean?” I paused and looked at her. “Because I needed to come and get you out of here.”

“Did the police send you in?”

“No. I just ended up here.”

“Why? Why didn’t you just let the police come back?”

“Because I needed to know you were ok. I needed you to be safe.”

“I’m not ok though. I’m not safe.”

“I-I know.” I looked at her white face.

“Nick.” She grabbed my arm. “I can’t breathe right. And my heads sore. And I can’t feel my toes. A-And M-My...” She burst into tears. I picked her up and wrapped my arms around her.

“It’s ok Becca.” I hushed her and the pulled her face back so I could look right in her eyes. “Becca, I WILL get you out of here. And you WILL be fine. I promise. All I need you to do is to stay awake and sit here.” I put her back under the desk and made her lean against the side and then I tucked her legs under. “I’ll be right back, ok?” She nodded. I wish I could just lean forward and give her a kiss but I couldn’t. Instead I got up and went out the room. I went across the hall to another office and looked through all the drawers. I went in and out of every room trying to find something, anything. I had nearly given up hope when I looked in the last cupboard. I opened it up and it was like a gold mine. I never thought I’d be so happy to see bandages, plasters and alcohol rub. I started to grab as much as I could but I soon realised that I didn’t really know what I needed. So I decided just to take Becca through here so we would have everything we needed right there when we need it. I went out the door, checked each way then went back to the room I had left Becca in. I came in the room and went round the desk. I looked down and saw Becca terrified and holding up the staple gun to hit me. “Whoa! Becca its ok it’s me.” She put down the staple gun and sighed. “And what were you going to do? Staple me to death?” She smiled a very weak smile, so I smiled back trying not to show how nervous I was. I picked her up and took her though to the other room and put her down on the floor. I went back and closed the door. I took out a load of cotton and went to the sink and wet it. I knelt down next to Becca and looked at her. She was worried. I could tell. I had seen that look so many times before. “Becca, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? I’ve been shot!”

“But it’s all ok. I’m going to get you out of here.” She nodded.