Gone

Surprise, Surprise 34

 

OH MY GOD THIS WAS MY FAVORITE PART TO WRITE YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Niall's POV

If the women in blonde didn't scream just then we wouldn't have heard anything, and we'd drive away as if everything was fine and dandy - but in fact both women screamed at the right moment when we were in ear shot. The pregnant blonde woman was laying on the ground, her black hat behind her. We all raced up the hill, me first. Once seeing her I picked her limp woman's body up into my arms, holding her until I felt something sticky. She was in labor and that was her water breaking, I thought to myself. Finally, I lifted my hand up from under her dress and saw her 'water' was blood. My eyes widened as if they were deers eyes. 

 

I held her hand, even though she'd passed out. After I heard distint sirens, far away I let go of her hand, and laid my hand on her belly. I felt wiggling in there. The ambulance began driving down the lone roads to where the other girl was jumping and waving. The boys were running around. Knowing the ambulance would probably just throw her hat and sunglasses away I lightly pulled her glasses off her face. My mum loved watching Grey's Anatomy and through all the accidents I knew the first thing the doctors would want to know is if her eyes were dilated. I pulled her lids apart lightly, trying not to hurt her, but eventually screamed. I held her tightly, my tears falling off her face. "Andrea!" I screamed. Crying was unmanly in my eyes but that didn't matter. 

 

This woman I had looking for for months. She seemed to disappear. She seemed to be everywhere but near me. I should have known she wouldn't skip out on her funeral; Andrea was nothing like that.

 

I held her tighter, and brushed her slightly warm cheek. Adrianna ran to the top of the hill when we heard sirens, and the boys ran to their car. Once Adrianna got the ambulance drivers' attention she ran to her car, following the boys out of the cementary.

 

The ambulance pulled to an abrupt stop and the two people jumped out. One pulled a white stretcher out of the back, and the other ran to me. The woman who was speaking to me tried asking questions but I ignored her, not on purpose. The man who flattened the stretch, and laid her onto a board to straighten her out, applied an IV into her arm, and out a neck brace on her. He put a oxygen mask over her face. He and the woman, who had a look of defeat, picked up the board, each at one end, laying it on the stretcher. The man put her into the ambulance, and I noticed how long everything was. My sweat slowly dripped off my forehead. "Are you coming?" The woman asked, holding open the doors in the back. I turned around seeing I was alone and jumped in the back. She adjusted the mask, and listened to her lungs, checking her pressure. "How far along is she?" 

 

"About 7 months." I shivered. 

 

"How old is she? Does she have any diseases? Are you the father?"

 

"She's 19, and not that I know of. And no - I'm not the father."

 

She raised a brow. She probably thought she was slut. Her mind probably never thought of her being kid napped and raped. The woman had an afro, the woman kind, and it fit her darkly tan color. 

 

The man, driving, had curly hair, but no where near Harry's. He was tall and muscular. It was predictable he had muscles since he lifted people up everyday.