Run Away From The Pain

Love In An Ambulance

My eyes snapped open, and I shot up off of the surface I was lying on. 
I winced at the pain coming from my abdomen, but didn't comment on it further. 
Where was I? I was in a small cramped box, with someone right beside me.
My mind instantly shot to the conclusion that he got me. He took me away again, and this time I was sure he was going to kill me. 

"Alex! You're awake!" I whipped my head around to see Steven grinning wildly, holding my hand firmly in his. 

"Where am I?" I muttered, while clutching my upper abs. 

"You're in an ambulance, we're taking you to the hospital to make sure you're all right." He sighed. I could see the worry and discomfort pooling in his eyes. 

"I'm fine." I moaned a little as I sat up, bur tried to ignore the pain.

"Alex, you're hurt you nee-"

"I'm fine." I hissed, cutting him off. "I just need to go home." 
His eyes became clouded with hurt, and what seemed to be anger. 

"Fine... If that's how you feel." He spat, and left go of my hand. He brushed his hand on his jacket, as though he just touched dirt. 
He got up from sitting next to me, and went to the little window that was at the front of the box-like compartment, which I'm assuming was leading to the drivers seat of the ambulance. 
I heard muffled sounds, and groans of disapproval.
Moments later he came back to my side, but didn't bother facing me, or even speaking to me. 

I got up, and shifted my weight, trying to disguise the utter pain I was in. 
I lifted up my shirt to check how bad the damage was to my gut. 

"Holy shit!" Steven gasped staring at my torso. 
I looked down and noticed a very large purple, black, and yellow bruise forming on the lower left area of my rib cage. 
There was a cut on the upper corner of the bruise, which was slowly oozing blood. 
I was used to damage like this, so it was pretty minor. 
Though I'm no Doctor, I spent most of my time in captivity taking care of myself. I'd bandage myself up, and heal any, and every, wound that he gave me. 

I rumaged around in one of the metal boxes that was in the back of the ambulance with me. 
I rubbed a suave of what looked like Neosporin, along my cut, and then bandaged it up. I also managed to find some aspirin, taking two of them, and letting the medicine get to work.
I found a cooler with ice, and little baggies, and made myself a cold compress. 

I took the cold bag of ice, and laid down on it, placing it right on my bruise. 
I groaned at the discomfort, but let it go. 

After a few moments, I felt a pair of eyes digging through my soul. 
I peeked up from under my lashes, to see a dumbfounded Steven Tyler. 

"You're amazing.." He gasped. 

"I'm used to taking care of myself." I glared at him, and then flipped over on the little cot, so I was lying on my back, with the compress of melting ice resting on my rib cage. 

He stared at me, wonder dancing around in his chocolate pools. 
He sat there, just staring for what seemed like ages.
He must've felt daring, because he leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth, in one swift movement. 

I pushed him off of me, and clambered into the corner of the box, breathing heavily.
I could feal the fear being plastered across my face, and sparkling in my golden eyes. 
Steven knew he'd pushed a limit.

"Shit... Alex... I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't." I cut him off. 
I realized in that moment, that I can't ever live a regular life. I could never fall in love, and have him touch, or hold me, or kiss me, without the fear that he'll hurt me. I could never go out in public without the looming fear that someone is watching me, and will try to take me, again. 
I could never be... normal. 
The very thought that I was now a fuck up, brought blinding tears to my eyes. 

Steven's face just screamed heart break, which made it all the more worse. 
My vision grew blurry, and my hands were trembling, as I slid my back down the cool metal walls, until I was on the floor, curling myself up in a ball, gently rocking myself back and forth. 
This time, Steven didn't come to my rescue. He sat on the other side of the ambulance, thinking over what just happened. 
I continued to sob at the situation. 

What Joe said was right.. maybe he did care. Maybe he really did want to help, but I couldn't let him. I could never open up to him.