The bad boy saved me

Chapter 10

JACE POV!!!!!

I got back home and noticed that she was gone. There was another note on the table.

Jace,
         Soon she'll be dead. Don't bother looking for here. It won't be worth it because by the time you find her she'll be long gone.
                                          - Jacob S.

I ran to my computer and searched. I found one specific man that had a bad record. He must not have been thinking when he was writing out the note. Dumb ass.

What's happening to her?

She's in trouble! Because of me! Fuck!! I wrote down the mans address and called the others. I told them what had happened and told Gale not to tell Chelsea. I don't want her worrying. They were going to meet me at the guys house. It was forever away. It would take days to get there and I had no time to waist.

I got in my car and started to drive. I went as fast as I could. Night came over  and I kept going. My phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Dude get some sleep," Gale said, "we will get there."

"I can't," I shook, "she is dying. Slowly and painfully they basically said it. I can't sleep. I need to get to her. I will get to her to. I'll sleep when she's in my arms and she is ok."

I hung up and continued driving. My phone lit up.

Gale- you'll be dead if you don't stop. Atleast take a power nap.

I pulled over and closed my eyes. I set an alarm for thirty minutes and finally fell asleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I hit off and started driving again. I rubbed my eyes.

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Three days went by and I finally arrived to the house. I grabbed my gun.

"I'm coming baby girl," I whispered, "please be ok."

I walked up to the door and kicked it in. Five guys turned with their guns pointing at me.

"Where is she!" I screamed.

My friends walked in and we started shooting. Soon all of them were down and I checked the entire upstairs. I ran down stairs and saw her. She was tied to a chair. There was a needle in her arm connected to a bag of orange liquid. I ran to her and took out the needle. I took the tape away from her mouth and untied her.

"Guys!" I yelled, "clear out the back of the van and make a bed! She's not ok!"

I picked her up and ran her outside. Jeff, who was in the medical field, started to examine her. I waited impatiently for his diagnoses. Finally he walked out.

"She's close," he sighed, "she hasn't eaten or drank anything. I have her hooked to liquids. That orange liquid made organs shut down. I'm surprised she isn't dead already. Keep an eye on here. It'll be a while before she gets better."

"Thanks man," I said.

He nodded.

"Hey could you drive my truck home?" I asked, "so I can be with her?"

He nodded and got in my truck. He started it and we were now back on the road. Gale would drive all day, Mike would sleep all day. Mike would drive all night, Gale would sleep all night. That's how it'll be all the way home. I grabbed her hand.

"Hey beautiful," I whispered, "I know I let you down and I am so incredibly sorry. I shouldn't have ever left you alone. You're not ok right now, but hopefully you will be. Please be ok Lola. I wasn't there. I wasn't able to protect you and I understand if you wanna leave when you get better. I understand and I don't know how I'll ever be able to forgive myself. Just please be ok."

The only thing I'm thankful for is that she wasn't raped. Her clothes were still all on her body. She was beaten up a bit though and that made my blood boil. She had bruises and cuts all over her arms, legs and face. It just that we tried to fight back even though it didn't work. I couldn't lift her shirt because she hadn't given me the ok. I won't look anywhere else until she allows it. I gently kissed her forehead and looked at her. The hours went by. Soon they turned to days. She still hadn't moved or gave me any sign of waking up.

"Hey you're home," Gale said, "me and Chelsea will be over later."

I nodded and gently picked her up. I slid out of the van and walked to the front door. I opened it and walked upstairs to my room. I laid her down on the bed and turned on the light. She was so sick. She was skinny. Twig like, and it looked like all the muscle she had was completely gone. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a cloth. I made it damp and then wiped off the dry blood all over her arms, legs and face. It was 10 at night by now. I was really tired and just over all happy to have her with me. I walked out and grabbed a cup of coffee. I don't care how long it makes. I'll be awake until she wakes up. I didn't sleep the entire ride home, 3 days. I need to be here when she wakes up.