Storytime

Chapter 12~ Good Intentions

Illeya POV:
I open my eyes.
Why can I open my eyes? No, this isn't how it's meant to work. This isn't-
"Josie?" I whisper, my lips trembling. A body lies strewn across the road, the bumper of a car looming over the top of it. The final voice I heard echoes throughout my head and I hope and I pray that the person I see there is not her.
Please, not her. Not her...
Afraid of what I'll find, I crawl forward on my knees towards the person lying there.
I turn the corner of the bumper. I go forward. Everything I see points me to one result. And that result is confirmed when I see the face.
My hand goes over my mouth. This time I don't even try to stop the waterfall that drowns out my sorrow, that pours from my pools of guilt. Her hair sits on her forehead so softly, it's as if it isn't been touched. It still glows that shimmering brown. Her fave is so pure, so peaceful, so hopeful. It's almost like she is standing before me. My eyes deceive me, showing me images of her sitting with me beside the road, telling me it's all going to be okay. But it can't be okay. It can't be.
I reach for her, placing her head in my lap, holding it and sobbing it. As I place my fingers on her neck, I detect the faintest of pulses and I know I should call an ambulance but I need to take this moment with her. I sob so heavily that it hurts my chest. I brush my hand though her soft hair, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"I'm so sorry, Josie. I'm so fucking sorry. Come back to me, please. I need you. I love you." It should be me lying there. That was the intention. But no. She jumped. She jumped and she saved me.
Now I have to save her.

My head flicks to the car. I see a man seated by the steering wheel with his phone to his ear. The window is clouded so I can't see the man who almost killed my only love, the person I love the most. His mouth moves calmly and I can't tell what he is saying. That is, until he climbs out of the car and I hear some of his words.
"Yes, it is an emergency. Look, this girl will die if you don't come immediately. Okay. Thank you." The phone comes down from his ear and he sighs, placing his head in his hands. I hear him mutter five words.
"It wasn't meant for her."
It was meant for me.

Anger replaces my heartfelt sorrow as I stare at the back of the man who intended to kill me. But I don't even give a damn about him intending to kill me. The only thing I care about right now is Josie and that means I have a problem with him.
"Hey! You! Who the fuck are you? Do you realise what you've done?!" I yell, trying to keep my voice from breaking.
"Yes, I realise what I have done. But I make no apology for you, Illeya." The voice that speaks is one I dare not recognise. One I thought I would never hear again. One that was condemned to hell in this world but seems to have made it's treacherous journey from the jaws of it. It is the voice of a demon that, in this world, never gave a damn about me. A voice that I understand to be one of evil, one of villainy cunning. Now I understand his intentions to kill me.
"You bastard! You're dead. You're meant to be dead."
"Oh is that what your uncle told you? And you believed him? Huh, shows how much you know."
"You wanted to kill me."
"Maybe I'd be charged with manslaughter, but it's not like I was committing a crime. I was doing you a favour, am I right?" To that, I can say nothing because he's right. He would have been doing me a favour.
"Ah, and they say silence is deafening. You see, I've always secretly wanted you dead. After all, you are just a worthless piece of shit. So, when you finally realised that and you finally saw you'd be better off dead, I saw the chance and I took it. And I'd get away with it too."
"You almost killed her. I love her."
"Oh, you love her, do you? Maybe I shouldn't have called the ambulance after all."
"My god, you'd go that far just to hurt me? You'd let another person die just so you could exact your pure hatred of me?"
"There's no length I wouldn't go to. You were a mistake and you deserve to be treated that way."
"You bastard!"
"And you? A lesbian? God. I should have known you'd turn out like that."
"It doesn't change who I am."
"You're right. It just makes you more disgusting." I hear sirens in the distance.
"Now then, I think we have some talking to do." He walks round from the other side of the car to me, smirking in the same way Ben did and grasping my wrists tightly. He pulls on them, dragging me viciously away from Josie.
"No! Don't take me away from her!" He continues to pull harder.
"Dad please! I have to stay with her." Using all my strength and determination, I tear my wrists away from him, rushing towards Josie again. I pull her face up to mine and kiss her, my tears pouring onto her face. When I break away, I bite my lip.
"Come back to me, Josie. Please. I love you. Come home." Just as my dad grabs me by the waist, I watch her eyes flicker open by a small amount and I scream as loudly as my throat let's me.
"JOSIE!" The ambulance tears around the corner and run towards her, carrying her away after putting all this equipment on her. My dad laughs and I hear a button get pressed. The car goes up in flames and he and I are blown backwards into an alleyway.

Groaning, I sit myself up. When I bring my hand down from my head, it is wet with blood. I sigh.
"Dad?" I whisper, looking around me. His body lues a few metres from mine. He doesn't move. He may not love me but part of cries for him as I see streams of blood flow onto the pavement. But I don't hesitate. I don't have time to check him. I don't have time for anyone but Josie. So, I pick my broken body up off of the concrete floor and I run. I don't care how long it takes me. I don't care how much it hurts. All I care about is her. She's all I have now. All I have.