Broken: A New Life. (Lauren Cimorelli Story. BOOK 2)

Hold on, baby. Everything will be fine.

Arthur's POV.

We walked with George and Paulo in New York.

I escaped from Malibu two years ago. Because of her. Because Lauren. I'm really fond of her. I still love her. I was in Boise (Idaho approx.'s), I was in Des Moines (Iowa approx.'s), I was in Columbia (South Carolina) and then came to New York. I found a job, I rented an apartment in half with Paulo, who became my best friend. Sometimes, I am torn home, it's like a break-up, but I can't. I left everything. Parents, school, a rock band and a sister. I think Amilik will never forgive me.

I fell in love with Lauren at first sight. Strangely, I had not believed in it, but it happened to me. I fell in love with her eyes, with her voice, with her beautiful smile. I just adore her. I like a girl in love and wanted to tell her, and on this day I was approached by some bull and reported that Lauren is his girlfriend and forbade me to approach it. That's when I left. No, I was not frightened. I was afraid not cope.

I don't know how we drifted into the most dysfunctional New York area, we just walked around and enjoyed the current salary. The three of us were working on a very large car wash.
I just thought that Lauren is seventeen today since George exclaimed:

"Wow!"

I slowly looked up and saw the girl. In the light of the lantern I could not see her face, but the figure was something familiar. I went closer.

"LAREN?!" I shouted, and she whispered something, and fainted.

"Do you know her?" Paulo asked me, gaining fast.

"Yes," I ran next to her on my knees and tried to revive her. She was very pale.

"Girl Became ill on the street." said Paulo, "Old? Arthur, how old is she?"

"Seventeen!"

"Seventeen years. She had blood coming from... Eem... Below the abdomen in general," suddenly said to a friend, and I anxiously looked at Lauren. Oh God... She really was bleeding. Front skirt was soaked with blood.

"My God." George whispered, leaning against the wall of the house. He couldn't stand the sight of blood.

"They're coming," Paulo said, removing the phone in his pocket.

"My baby," I whispered, removing a lock, suddenly short, hair off the face. She was breathing heavily.

First came surprisingly quickly. They loaded her on a stretcher and brought to the car.

"Who of the three of you know who is she?"

"Me," I said hoarsely.

" Come on." The doctor said sternly.
I climbed into the car and we drove to the hospital. Lauren put on the blue couch and one of the two nurses gave her some IV. Chief physician, slender elderly woman examined her and blurted out:

"Miscarriage! Mark, faster!" She shouted to the driver and a second later he turned on flashing lights and we, as quickly as possible, approaching the hospital.

"Miscarriage?!"

"Yes," The doctor said, putting an oxygen mask on Lauren.

Later, when I was sitting in the hallway of the hospital, near the operating room, where Lauren was taken, I buried my face in his hands and sighed.

"Hold on, baby. Everything will be fine."

Lauren's POV.

I woke up by a loud whisper. Someone swore. I felt weak. I wanted to open my eyes, and only the third attempt I did. Bright light. I closed my eyes, then opened and saw the white ceiling. Where am I? What's happening?