This City - A George Shelley Fanfic

☆ Chapter 12 ☆

Twelve hours without Olivia. Twelve. And all I had done is sit on my old, torn sofa chewing my nails so much they were almost worn down to my skin; I was known to be extremely impatient, but that wasn't the problem, where was Olivia? Was she safe, and most importantly, was she alright? My reckless mind seemed to flow and flow with images of the night before, that gun shot that eased painfully into her soft skin, Josh's amused face as he had Olivia in his dominating grip, the tears that rolled down to her face, the ambulance driving away with her in it. I couldn't take it anymore, I was loosing my mind. The girl that I'd come to know in the space of four days, yet i'd hopelessly give my life for her, better yet i'd fallen for her unintentionally and there was no way out.

I ran my large, shaking fingers through my tousled hair as I exhaled heavily as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down my cheeks. My knees were shaking up and down, my fingers were having some sort of fit and I was hyperventilating so much it was becoming worrying.

"Dammit!" I shouted, pouncing up from my chair and banging my fists on the wall, spinning back around whilst gripping my hair with my shaking hands, sobbing silently.

"Hello?" A gentle voice echoed from the corridor. My breath suddenly hitched, my eyes widening. What if it was the police, what would I do? I'd have to make a run for it. "Is anybody in here? I'm not here for any trouble, I promise."

"Who is it?" I shouted in anger, wiping my tears away from my eyes roughly, "What do you want?"

"I'm here to inform you about your girlfriend..." A dainty woman with a nurse uniform peered through the half broken door, she did look disgusted with the surroundings, "Would you like to visit her?"

"S-she's alive?" I whispered in disbelief, "How is she? Where is she?" My words were completely fumbled, but I couldn't explain how overjoyed I was, which was very, very rare.

"Olivia is in intensive care, the girl is on strict medication. She's been told to get some rest but she gave us her word that she will not close her eyes until she see's George Shelley, and from the data I've seen from last nights little episode I'm assuming George Shelley is you, am I correct?"

"Oh thank God she's alive! I-I've just been sitting in that sodding chair for hours in heaps of worries! When can I visit her?" I gushed, ignoring her question. A large smile automatically became plastered across her face. She obviously knew It wasn't often I would show so much affection, and that I was never like this. Usually I'd be the one shooting someone, but now it's happened to the girl I love I can never forgive myself for letting it happen to her.

"Well if you wish we can go see her now? She's waiting for you." She grinned.

"I want to see her." I breathed, "Now."

"Great! Lets go, be gentle with her though." She stated.

"Hey, uh...you do know she isn't my girlfriend, right?" I mumbled quietly, it hurt to say such a thing. We'd go on like a couple, it'd never really been something i was into, the whole relationship thing, but at the same time I'd never felt anything like this before. I felt at home, so complete. She was the reason for my smile. I'm a murderer, it's what I do, I have gangs and I have enemy's, and now, I have someone to love.

"I know." She spoke gently, "But no need to worry, you'll have her in no time." She gave my a reassuring pat on the shoulder which aggravated me, but I just took it into realisation to smile and not kick up a huge fuss as usual.

About forty minutes later and we'd arrived at the hospital. I couldn't wait to see Olivia, although I was dreading having to face the guilt of putting her through all of this crap. I should've just killed him right there on the spot, but I didn't and well...it all backfired didn't it?

"You may go in." The woman whispered, gesturing me towards the door. I took in a deep breath, heaving up my chest as I took my steps into Olivia's room.

"George!" She shouted louder than I'd ever heard her speak before, springing up.

"Oh my god, Olivia be careful!" I panted as I ran over to her, gently pushing her back down whilst avoiding her arm.

"I missed you so much." She whispered, her eyes gradually filling up as she slowly leaned forward with her arms wide open. I sat down on the bed and lowered myself down, wrapping my arms tight around her waist. I tightened my eyes shut, digging my face into her neck and kissing it gently as we hugged each other tighter each second. It was as if we'd been separated for years. She leaned backwards so I was basically on top of her, my hands left her waist and traveled up to her face, cupping each side.

"I'm so sorry." I mumbled shakily, "I never should of let him hurt you." Her big, beautiful emerald eyes met mine for a few precious moments, they then became focused on my lips.

"George?" She murmured,

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll get me out of here?" She gulped. I starred straight into her eyes so deep I could've got lost in them, I could've swore Olivia's breath hitched and I gently rested my forehead against hers. Her head tilted upwards, leaning to the side a little as our noses brushed against eachother. Then before I knew it our lips met in a tender embrace, moulding together perfectly. Our heads moved in sync as our tongues danced against eachother, our lips making popping noises as we pulled away for air now and again. We slowly moved our bodies against eachother, her legs were open and my waist was inbetween her crotch. My hands were cupping Olivia's face; hers tangled in between the waves of my hair. My teeth gritted against her bottom lip as i starred at her beautiful mouth, and then we pulled away, breathless.

"I promise." I spoke against her lips, kissing her once again gently. Her fare skin turned a light shade of pink and she nodded. "But you can't do this with me, I'm not risking you getting hurt again."

"George." She frowned "It's me and you or nothing, remember?"

"You heard..." I smirked,

"I just want to stay with you. I can do this."

"Fine, I'll get you out of here, I'll call my gang and we can run away. But if anybody, anybody at all hurts you again I'll kill them." I spat, gritting my teeth. I could feel my blood boil, my fists tensing, but I managed to calm myself down quite quickly.

"Thank you, George. I may be your angel, but to me you're my guardian angel."

"And you're my everything." I told her firmly, caressing her face gently with my thumb. Despite her pale skin, the bags under her eyes and her injured arm, the girl in front of me was flawless and I knew that'd never see in anyone else what I saw in Olivia.

We had a plan, now all we had to do was make it happen.