Turned

*Gone*

***Brianne's P.O.V***

I woke up gasping for air. Pain shot through my back, making me arch off the surface I was on. My hands fisted sheets and my eyes roamed around the room to find familiar people. I had to warn them he was still here.

"He-he was here." I breathed out and fell unconscious.

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I woke up sometime later with a heavy weight on my stomach. I groaned and tried to roll over to bury myself deeper into the covers but the weight remained. I reached my arms up and stretched, groaning loudly. As my back arched off the bed I felt a large, warm hand rest lightly on the side of my stomach.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain jut above my heart and felt something tear. I winced and put my hand over my heart.

"No, don't touch it." Lucas grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my heart.

What had happened? What was on my chest? Why does it hurt so much?

"What happened?" I choked out.

"You don't remember?" Lucas' voice broke.

Then it came back to me. All the painful memories coming all at once, causing a sharp brain in my head. A film covered my eyes as I watched the memories like a movie. But, no matter what, it ends the same way every single time. What if's began popping up in my head. My heart started pounding. The pain in my head intensifying.

"Hey, hey. Calm down. Its okay. I got you." Lucas whispered as he wrapped his arms around me.

"The doctor should be here any minute." He said.

I sat there, dumbfounded and shocked. But mostly, scared. He could do it again. I panicked.

"Where is he, Lucas?" I asked with wide eyes.

Lucas looked down, avoiding my gaze. "Where. Is. He?" I said through clenched teeth.

"He's gone." Lucas looked into my eyes and I saw tears well up in his.

I broke. I sobbed in Lucas' chest. Christian wasn't done. Christian had escaped. He would come back for me. But he could do worse this time.

He could kill me.

He could dangle the ones I love in front of my face.

I squeezed Lucas tighter to me and sobbed harder. He rubbed his hands up and down my back to soothe me. It only made me feel worse.

"I won't let him touch you again." Lucas whispered.

Fury ran through my bones like a wildfire. I pushed Lucas away and got up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked me. "You need to rest."

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"You said that once before haven't you?" I seethed as I opened the door and walked out. He knew I was referring to his promise.

"Yes, I did. And I regret leaving you. If I hadn't left you, then you would be fine."

"Exactly."

I stormed down the hall towards my door. The fire in my veins blazing through me, making my blood burn and pound painfully. I was almost there when Lucas wrapped his arms around my waist. He twisted me in his arms and pushed me gently on the wall. Vines sprouted on the wall around me.

"Do you have any idea how much I regret leaving you? I vowed to you that he would never touch you again, and I left you in a vulnerable state so he could do so. Do you think I don't regret that?"