The Fighter

Chapter Four

I hear echoed gun shots and people screaming, yelling. I try to stand up but I'm to weak, I feel a cold breeze go by me. What happened? I look down and I noticed that I'm only wearing my bra and panties. I try to find my clothes or something to cover me up but I don't feel good. My vision is blurry and my hearing is echoing.

"Ashtyn! Ashtyn where are you?" I hear someone's voice echo in the background. A loud boom is heard and the ground shakes. I fall to my knees and I start to cry.

"Help me! Someone help." I cry out loud and I feel a hand on my shoulder. They wrap around my back and go under my legs. I've been picked up and now we are running out of the room. I see a girl huddled in the corner of a room. She has bruises and burns on her skin. I use all my strength and hit the man whom is carrying me.

"I need to help her. Put me down." I try to yell but it wouldn't work. I swing my arms and try to get her to come but she wouldn't. Another Big Bang is heard and the ceiling starts to cave in. It falls and I watch as the girls guts and blood spit out from under the concrete ceiling. I found myself hiding my face in the crook of this guys neck and softly crying. I make sure that he can't see me nor hear me.

"Ashtyn you're safe now. We're going home." The voice echoes. I feel him sit me down on a cold leather seat. The door shuts and I try to open it but it wouldn't budge. Child lock. I look around and my blurry vision starts to clear but it goes back to blurry. It's starting to give me a headache. The car I'm in looks familiar. I think it's Craig's Mercedes but I'm not sure. I see the front door open, blonde hair sit in the driver's seat. Putting the key in the ignition, but the door opens and before he even realizes it, a bullet shoots through his head. Blood on the passenger window.

I roll down the window of the car but it's also locked. I use all my strength and try to smash it with my hands but it isn't working.

"You're not going anywhere. We're not done with you yet." The voice says. It's a female voice and I know for a fact that it's Zara. I'm about ready to give up but just before that I glance in the rear view mirror and I see Carlos and Mikey standing there. Multiple gunshots are fired and it hits the two back tires. The car goes out of control and Zara is trying to control but she can't. We swerve and we hit the side of the ramp. I put my arms on the roof of the car and hold myself in place. The car flips upside down and slides across. We end just before hitting a gas tank. I found myself feeling drowsy again and I loose my hold on the roof. I fall and land on my side, glass goes into my stomach and arm. I wince and I scream out in agony. I can't move.

"Hey there baby girl. Sorry it took me so long to get here." Carlos says as he pulls open the door and drags me out. I smile but I fall limp and everything goes black.

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I wake up in a bright room. The white walls and the white ceiling doesn't really help either. I look around and I noticed I'm in a bedroom that is set up like a hospital. I feel really thirsty and I'm starving. I can't remember that last time that I've eaten.

I look down and I notice I'm still only wearing my bra and panties. I lift the blanket higher and there's bandages wrapped around my waist. Blood stains that seeped through are really visible. There's more bandages wrapped around my arm and I feel a lump on the side of my face. It stings every time I touch it. I try to sit up but I wince. It feel like small needles are stabbed into my skin. I lie back down. Seconds later a nurse walked in. I know her.

"Isabella?" I asked. She looks up and she happily smiles at me.

"You're finally awake, Ashtyn. I better go get Mr Hastings." She says referring to Carlos. I stop her and she looks at me confused.

"Don't you want to see him?" She asks as she turns towards me. I smile but I shake my head.

"Not right now, Isabella. I just want to talk to you." I say my voice sounding hoarse and dry, as if I were sick. Isabella nods her head and walks towards me. I motion her to take a seat on my bed, but she declines the offer and stands.

"What happened? How long have I've been out?" I ask right away. Isabella look back at the door, nervously. She looks back at me and weakly smiles.

"Ashtyn, I don't think I should tell you what happened. Just know that you're safe now and have nothing to worry about." She assures me. I furrow my eyebrows in concentration. Why can't I remember what happened? Did they drug me or something?

"Ashtyn, do you remember anything that has happened to you?" She asks and I shake my head. I honestly don't remember anything. I remember walking inside my home and finding my parents dead. Plus a baby in a crib. Other than that, I can't remember a thing. Isabella takes a seat on the bed and she holds onto my hand. She rubs soothing circles on it and sighs.

"Maybe it's for the best then. I shall go fetch Mr Hastings now, yes?" She asks and I nod my head.

"Oh wait, Isabella!" I call after her. She stops and she looks at me, smiling. Why us she such a happy person and being in a life like this? She should be working in an actual hospital with people who really do need help. No one barely ever gets hurt around here.  Other than this time.

"You know Carlos doesn't like to be referred as "Mr Hasting" right? Didn't he tell you just to call him Carlos?" I ask. She giggles and nods her head. I smile back.

"I will go get Carlos now, Ashtyn." She laughs as she walks out of the room. I smile and let out a sigh. What the hell happened? Did that Dean kid get me? Speaking of that Dean kid, I need my revenge on him. No one kills the people that I love and gets away with it. No, that's not happening while I'm still alive. I'm going to be here for a long time.

Minutes go by and I hear a baby crying down the hall. I try to ignore it but I can't. I know that it's my brother. I never even held him yet and he's like what, two days old? The crying gets louder and I try to call someone but nobody came nor responded. I struggle to my feet and I sit in the wheel chair that was in the far left side of the room. I wheel myself out and down the hall where the crying was. The baby doesn't even have a name. It needs a name.

I wheel into the room and I stop myself. The room is blue and it's set up like a nursery. Baby clothes and important products like diapers, wipes, and other things are neatly put in place. There's even a picture of him on the side table. A picture of my parents sits on his little dresser and a two candles are placed beside them. A poem written in cursive sits in between the candles and in front of the pictures. I grab the bottle that sits on a table beside a rocking chair and wheel myself over to the crib. I pinch the latches on the sides on the side of the crib comes down. I have to use a little strength to sit up straight and lean down to pick him up. With just that little strength I used to hurt like hell. When I pick him up he slowly stops to cry and I smile down at him. He's the cutest baby I've ever seen. I stick the bottle in his mouth but he wouldn't take it. I feel his diaper and I realized that it was wet.

After I changed him, Carlos walks in the room. He stands in the doorway and smiles at me. I try to give him the bottle and he takes it this time. I look up at Carlos and I smile. My first time holding my brother is amazing. I already love him so much and I don't want to let him go.

"You're not supposed to be holding a baby, you know. It can rip your stitches." He says and I look at him wide eyed.

"What stitches? Carlos what happened?" I say. Carlos looks at the ground and shakes his head. If I didn't have this baby in my arms right now, I would've slapped him in the face to hard that he would've been knocked out.