The Fighter

Chapter Ten

The girls in the recovery room but she's still sleeping. The doctors told me I did the right thing but i cut the wrong place. I just explained to them that I panicked and just slit it open. Which they completely understood but she would've been in less pain if I cut it right. Thank god for the drugs they have I this hospital though, right?

I stand in line for my seconds coffee so far. Carlos probably got to Dean by now but I really don't care anymore. I'm just glad that I saved her life and left the mansion for a while. My phone has been raining for the past hour. So I had to put it on silent because I doubt people like hearing "girl I do this often make that pussy poppin'" and the rest of the song. I meant to change my ringtone anyway.

"Can I help who's next?" The red head says from behind the counter. No, I was just standing here and I'll help myself to the coffee and donuts.I mentally say. I snap out of it and smile at the girl before ordering my coffee. I wait for what seems like a million years but I finally get my coffee.

My phone lights up and this time it's Isabella calling. Damn, Carlos must be really desperate. I press the accept button and put the phone to my ear. I prepare myself to be yelled at.

"I'm not coming back." Is the first thing I say I to the phone. I hear muffled crying in the background and Isabella pleading for something, I can't hear her that well. Someone breathes heavily into the phone and I stand in the stairwell, getting more scared by the minute.

"You better come back or this baby is going to die. Did my trap- sorry did the girl make it to the hospital?" Dean chuckles. I suck in a breath and furrow my eyebrows. What the fuck is he doing at Carlos's? How did he even get in? The girl was a trap. I knew something was off about that but how did he know that I was coming? Everything is so frustrating and confusing. Dean can't touch my little brother. He won't. I'll kill him before he even gets a scratch out of him. He's not getting away with it this time.

"Where's Carlos? How did you-"

"Don't worry Bout Carlos. He was gone before I even got here. You have to worry about Xzauni and Isabella. There life is in your hands. When you come back bring the girl." He cuts me off. I look at the ground and groan. Doctors won't let her out without a parent signature or a guardian. I have to get back to that mansion though. Isabella is pregnant and Xzauni is only one week and three days old. Their life is in my hands. I have to call Carlos and let him know.

"You have exactly six hours to make it back to the mansion. If the girl isn't with you the baby dies. Both if them." He says before hanging up. I hang up and quickly dial Carlos's number but it goes straight to voicemail. I roll my eyes and race up the stairs to the fourth floor. I dial Mikey's number and he picks up on the second ring.

"Calling for help I see. I forgot to tell you, don't tell no one. Come alone and unarmed." Dean says into the phone. What the fuck? I hang up and run past the waiting room into the girls room. She awake and looking out the window. I stop and stare at her. She's pale and looks unhealthy. Isabella can help her though. Just, how am I going to get her out of here without the doctors and nurses noticing me? I'll have plan.

I walk towards her and pull out the needles and shit they have in her arms. She looks at me scarred but I ignore her and pick her up, bridle style.

"If you scream or just as much look at someone weirdly I'll kill you." I tell her. She looks at me wide eyes but keeps her lips shut. I tiptoe to the stairwell and practically run down the stairs. I sneak past security and ninja run towards my car. I throw her in the front seat before running around and getting in drivers. Getting her out was easier than I thought. I start the car and lock the doors. I grab my bag and grab out my gun, loading it with bullets and I toss her my shirt. It should fit her like a dress for how small and short she is.

"Put that on. Be quiet and listen to me, alright? You know a guy by the name Dean Keller?" I ask. When the name leaves my mouth she looks at me wide eyed yet again. I'm surprised that her eyeballs didn't pop out of her eyes for how many times she does that.

The girl nods her head and pulls off the hospital grown. I look over and down at her stitches. They look pretty bad but they'll heal in time. It took me seven hours to get here, I have to be back in six. For how fast this car can go and my driving skills this should be easy. It just depends on traffic and how many cops. But I'll get home in time. I hope.

"Dean Keller is my uncle. He killed my dad because he was cheating on my mom. But that was a long time ago." The girl speaks, her voice soft and quiet. I look at her and back at the road. I speed past cars and go on the opposite side of the road. Incoming cars swerve and honk at me but I goner them. It they have no idea what the fuck I'm doing so fuck 'em.

"How old are you? Put your seatbelt on. We might die." I say as I switch gears and the car goes faster down the highway. More cars swerve and honk at me. I go back on my side of the road and pass by cars at high speed. Two cops cars are coming behind me and I speed up. They're not fucking this up. I need to get home.

"I'm eight." She says as her seatbelt clicks in. I shake my head in disappointment. She's to young for this shit and her fucking uncle- Dean killed her father.

I pull off the highway and take the back roads again, the cops still hot on my trail.

"You used to driving like this?" I ask. She nods her head and casually looks out the window. She points towards the cornfield beside us. The one where I found out that she was in my trunk.

"If you go through there you'll get to the next road and it'll be faster to get to Carlos's." She says. I look at her weirdly and cutie to the field. Making swift turns to try and loose the cops. They girl points west and I go that way. Next thing I know we hit the road and the cops are gone. This kid is smart. But how the hell does she know Carlos?

"How do you know Carlos?" I ask speaking my mind. She looks at me, her brown eyes dull and drained. She mumbles something and looks back out the window. I grind my teeth and make a left turn, going off the road a little bit.

"He's my uncle too. Dean's his brother." I choke on my spit and look at her wide eyed. I watch as she face gets scared at me points out the windshield.

"Look out!" I look back to the road and I was to late to stop. We hit the mini van head on. The darkness takes over my body and the girls scream echoes away.