Eyes Open {Book 1}

Chapter 13

"If I fall for you, I'll never recover." - Love Somebody by Maroon 5

Chapter 13

Harry's POV

The green pine trees, now only shadows in the black night, sped by us as we drove down the deserted road. The middle of nowhere. There was nothing around. The dashed yellow lines in the middle of the road blurred into one continous line as I pushed my foot harder onto the gas pedal. 

My eyes couldn't help but glance over to Christy laid in the seat. She was pale which made me nervous. Her forehead leaned against the window- her body had slowly slid down to that position as I made a sharp turn on one of the empty roads. I could tell she was breathing by the fog that spread across the glass of the window then slowly disappeared. 

My hand, out of instinct, had found its way around her hand, engulfing it. Everytime I had a bad thought, whether it was about the torture she'd been through or the fact that she was slowly slipping away from me, I squeezed her hand, hoping for a reaction in return, but it never happened. 

My stomach was in knots and there was no way of untying itself. Recently, it had become a familiar feeling. Always scared. I used to never be like. I always shot first, asked questions later, but now I couldn't even keep my mind on anything but Christy. I think that's what scared me most. 

Everyone always say that love is something that makes you whole. Makes your heart and soul whole. What they never tell you is the horrible anxiety you get when the one you love is in danger. Or the pain and tightness in your chest. Your stomach hurts and your mind automatically whirls to the worst case scenario. Even when the person you love is wrapped in your arms and safe from danger, you can't seem to ever let them go, afraid that if you turn your back for one second something absolutely horrific could happen. And that was what I did. The minute I turned my back on her in the alley and said my goodbye, leaving her alone, I should of felt something was wrong. It was too easy to hide her and here she was, dying, because she had lost so much blood. 

To make the worst more worst, Mikey was most likely dead. The fact that I heard four gun shots and Andrew came out minutes later, unharmed, could only mean one thing. My heart beat against my rib cage at the thought of my best friend being gone forever. Every bit of my world seemed to be spinning around me. 

The light shining in the distance, slightly blinding me, knocked me out of all my horrible thoughts. Street lamps. Finally, something besides trees and dirt, I thought to myself. It looked like the outskirts of a small town. I pressed my foot down harder on the pedal, lurching the car forward. I was going about 90 now- clearly speeding- but I didn't care. 

Buildings quickly came into view. Fast food restaurants lined the side of streets, making my stomach grumble. I didn't even realize I hadn't eaten in the past 48 hours. The sudden realization made me light headed. I needed to find a place for us. We both needed rest and she needed medical attention but there was no way I was taking her to a hospital, so she would have to settle for me and my experience with patching up wounded gang members in the past- a job Andrew always assigned me to. Just the thought of him made my whole body stiffen. He had already caused me so much pain and yet, he was nowhere near finished. 

Every gas station, store, and restaurant passed by us. I slowed my speed once I got into the town. It was almost 3 AM, but yet there was still people walking around the sidewalks. I watched observately at the civilians. A burly looking man stood on the sidewalk, leaning against the brick wall that was the side of the bar. A green beanie hugged his tangled long hair and a dirty trench coat hung off his body. My guess, he was homeless. A couple walked out of the entrance of the bar, giggling to each other, hand in hand. The woman had short hair, like Christy's, but hers was brown, unlike the golden blonde I loved. The man, who was fairly built, had short dirty blonde hair, spiked up in the front. My mind began to wonder. Would there ever be a time when Christy and I would be able to walk down the streets, swinging our hands back and forth, with no weight or worry on our shoulders?