Love story (black veil brides)

Chapter 15

I stood along side my current boyfriend shaking and crying, my body began to shiver and I felt a weird helpless feeling overcome me. I grasped for air as I looked at Andy. I was suffocating on my own tears. I knew I had this coming so why don't I just give myself to him? I'm not worthy of Andy.

Chris  snarled and his eyes flickered like a predator watching its pray. "Just let him take me," I whispered to Andy. "No!" He whispered back, "I love you and I promised to be there for you." Chris launched at me grabbing me into a position with a knife at my throat. I let out a blood curdling scream. I tried to get him off me but he kept threatening me to slit my throat. I thought this would be the end for me, I was kind of welcoming it. I eventually managed to wriggle until my arms were free, unfortunately he noticed that and pinned me against the car. "Let me take her or she dies!" Chris growled at Andy. I felt tears fall down my face. I whimpered as the cold knife dug deeper into my neck. I seen my life flash before me.

I gasped and tried repeatedly to calm down and try and reach for my keys but my hands were shaking and I couldn't get my hand in my pocket. "No funny business!" He growled and struck me in the face. Once again I was a trembling mess and my tears returned. I kicked out trying to free myself helplessly flailing about. Why wasn't he helping me? I let my thoughts run away with me. It then came to me, if he had tried to grab me Chris might have stabbed me.

 Andy eventually moved and felt around for the bat he kept in the car. I felt sick as he took ages before he lunged at Chris knocking him out cold. But wait... What's this?...  Blood! I spluttered and fell to my knees, as Chris had fallen he had also slit down my side. This was terrible! I was going to die! There was no doubt about it! Why me?! 

All these thoughts ran through my head, then a wave of nausea swept over me causing me to loose consciousness. I could hear a distant voice, calling my name. It wasn't Andrew. Who was it? It was the paramedic. I was still in the car park, just in the back of an ambulance. I grabbed onto her, demanding to know answers. I hit my head when I fell causing me to loose memory.

 The last thing I remember is feeling sick. I caught sight of Andy sitting in the chair next to me. His face was pale and he looked really relieved when I opened my eyes. "I'm sorry!" He cried. I was confused until the sharp death pain came in my side. The pain brought back the memory. It also brought back the fear...

I grabbed my side the sight of blood making me woozy. "It's okay," I cried. He looked terrified. I eventually arrived at the hospital, my second home. I was sent straight to surgery to be stitched up. I came back into my room in a wheelchair to meet an anxious Andy. "I told you I'd be okay," I winced. He immediately ran over tears in his eyes, "This would never have happened if I didn't leave you." I shook my head, "It's my fault let's leave it at that."

I pulled myself onto the hospital bed and Andrew would not stop fussing over me, tucking in and making sure I was comfortable. I hated this. He blamed himself for me being here but it was my own fault.