Love Can't Die |M.C.|

chapter 10

*mike's pov*

I paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room. I still had her blood on my clothes and arms from where i held her in the closet and while i was waiting for the ambulance.

I guess that's why people are giving me weird looks... oh well. A doctor walked in and i looked up. He walked over to me and said "are you emily's boyfriend?"

I nod, knowing that im not, but I think im all she has. "Ok sir, she has a broken rib cage, sprained wrist, broken ankle, and as you probably could tell when you found her, had been raped." I nod and whisper "can i go see her?"

He nodded and said "yeah, but shes asleep right now." I nod and get the room number before going to her room. I looked in the window in the door and felt tears fill my eyes.

She was so pale, although she already was pale, and was so bruised. I opened the door and closed it quietly and pulled a chair over by her bedside and sat down and gently grabbed her hand that wasnt sprained and held it close to my face.

"Im so sorry. I- if i hadn't of snapped at you this morning, you wouldn't be in here." I whisper/cried. I closed my eyes and kissed her hand softly, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Please dont leave me." I whispered. I know if she was awake she would have been like "what the hell are you talking about? We arent even friends."

But i will be with her no matter what from now on. I will NOT let her get hurt again. That is my now life goal.

I sighed and stayed in this position for  maybe a half hour before i felt her hand squeeze mine slightly. I looked up and reached up and softly brushed the hair out of her eyes.

She cringed but slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. "Im sorry emmie. Im so sorry. If i hadn't of snapped at you this morning, you wouldn't be here."

She just looked at me before whispering "its not your fault. I stayed at your house last night and tried to fight back from my dad." I looked at her with tears in my eyes. Her dad seriously had her messed up. She talked with so little emotion in her voice like it had happened before and she blamed herself for her dad raping her and almost killing her.

"Emmie, its not your fault." I said looking at her. We stared into each other's eyes for a minute before she looked away.

I sigh and rub my thumb over the back of her hand to comfort her. She loks back at me and says "it looks like you murdered someone."

I chuckled and said "i didn't. I just found you, almost got us both killed by your dad but i hid in your closet and called 911."

She looked down and whispered "why were you there?" "I was there because i made a mistake. I didnt mean to snap at you." I say and gently kiss her hand again.

She sighed and still stared at the ground. "Emmie." She looked up at me. "I like you."