[So just a little thing I want to say right now. I guess it would be called a shout out lol anyway.... You guys should really go check out stardusthaz stories if you haven't already. There really good and I really like them. Just want to put that out there.... Yeah so back to this story...]
I lie the baby carefully back down in the crib and put the bottle in his mouth, using a receiving blanket to hold it up for him. I wheel myself back around and look at Carlos, well glare at him. He looks up at me but back down at the ground while he plays with his white Jordan shoes. I wheel myself past him and wince when I put to much muscle into my side. Carlos quickly jumps to my side and gives me a concerned look.
"Why did you leave that bedroom when I pacifically told Isabella not to let you out." He says pushing me back to the room. He needs to stop blaming other people or himself for my choices. It's getting really annoying and the pain in my arm and sides hurt like a bitch right now. He's not helping.
"It's not Isabella's fault why I left. She went to go find you because apparently that's what you ordered her to do." I say as I try to climb back into the bed. My legs hurt and they feel like jelly, my sides of my rib cage hurts and so does my arm. I sit back down on the bed eventually, without Carlos's help of course.
"Now, tell me what happened or give me a dose of a drug that'll put me back to sleep and take the pain away." I practically demand. Carlos sighed and shook his head no. I stare at him coldly, hoping that he'll tell me. I honestly don't know what happened. I only remember what happened at the trailer. Everything is pitch black after that and it's bugging the shit out of me. I want- I need to know what happened. How did I get to Zara's mansion/castle thing in the first place. Why was I in that room, passed out? What happened to me?!
"If you don't remember then it's for the best. Terrible things happened to you at Zara's place. I don't want to tell you because it sickens me that I didn't get there fast enough to stop it. Ashtyn, I could've helped you. I could've saved you before any of it happened. I'm sorry." He says moving around his hands as he talks. Why is he apologizing? I can't accept his apology if I don't know what the hell happened. I want to know what happened. It was me in there, not him. I was the one who went through it, not him. I'm the one who wants to know, he's the one who can tell me. If he would just stop caring about my feelings for two seconds and tell me, I would be fine.
"Then help me by telling me what happened? Carlos, I'm still alive. I'm still a living, breathing specimen of this earth. I'm still here and I always will be." I say getting quieter at the last part. Carlos looks at me and sighs. I start to feel warm liquid underneath me. I look down and I see dark red liquid. Why the fuck is my blood pooling around me? I lift the blanket and I see it oozing out of the- now blood stained bandage around my waist. I look up at Carlos and he's still looking at the floor.
"For fuck sakes Carlos! Go get Isabella!" I yell and he jumps. His face falls and I grabs the scissors and the tray beside him for running over. He sets the tray on the bed and pulls the blankets down to my waist line. He takes the scissors and cuts off the bandage, taking the whole thing off of me. He turns around and grabs the cloth behind him before dabbing the blood, somewhat cleaning it off. I wince in pain and look away from my wound.
"You ripped your stitches and it ripped your wound open more. That is why you don't ignore the pain you feel and pick up babies." He says sounding a little annoyed. I shake my head and let out a breathy laugh. If he told me the fucking story maybe I would've stayed in bed and if someone would fucking take care of the baby when it cried, then maybe I would've stayed in bed also.
"Don't move, this is going to hurt like a bitch." He says before I feel a needle go through my skin and string after it. Does he even know how to stitch? Holy shit! This fucking hurts. (A/N pardon my French lol there's going to be a lot of it throughout this story) I try not to move but it feels like it impossible. How many stitches do I need? I clench the pillow tighter and bite my lip to hold in my scream. Mikey walks in and sees what Carlos is doing before turning around and walking right back out. A part of me wants to laugh at that and the other part wants to finish the stitching myself.
"Craig got to the room before Andy actually got inside of you. He's the one who saved your life. We tried to keep the bullets away from him but Zara is a sneaky girl." He says as she finishes the stitches. Inside of me? Is he telling me that I almost got raped? What else happened while I was there? What the hell did they do to me?!
The room falls silent and I'm left in my thoughts. Carlos sighs and the baby- my brother starts crying again. Carlos looks at me one more time before leaving the room. I feel tears prick my eyes and I try to blink them away but they fell before I could stop them. I'm full on sobbing now and I'm holding onto my side as my body moves up and down as I sob. I grab the pillow behind me and hide my face in it to somewhat shield my loud cries and tears. I can't believe it! I can't believe that- I can't believe that any of this happened. My life is so fucked up and things just keep happening after another.
Mikey walks into the room as I look up. My bloodshot eyes from my tears and tears stained cheeks, meet his gaze. He gives me a sympathy look before walking into the room and sitting on the bed, pulling me into his chest and holding me tight.
"It's ok to cry Ashtyn. You need to let your emotions out." He says. I didn't even notice I was crying again until he said that. He rubs my back and tries to make me feel better but it's not working. My parents are dead, I have a baby brother, I got kidnapped and almost got raped, Craig is dead, and I am sitting here crying like a fucking baby. I'm pretty sure I teared my stitches again.
Dean is the one who caused this to happened in the first place. I'm going to find him and when I do I'm going to kill him. I don't care if I die in the process because I will do whatever I fucking can to make sure he's dead. He deserves it and he knows I'm coming.
(Just sort of a filler chapter too lol but be sure to check out her stories if you haven't. Thanks!)
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The Fighter
Ação18 year old, Ashtyn Cook finds her parents dead after coming home from a job. She now has to fight for her survival and live with the guilt she feels inside of her. She blames herself for her parents death. But she's going to keep fighting until the...
