My hands madly grasped for the air where Peter should have been. He couldn't be gone. Surely I would've noticed if he had walked out of the room. I looked back over to the killer at the end of my bed. He just smirked at me.
"Your old man can't help you know" he said, enjoying every word as they sunk in. Panicking I leant over the side of the bed, and there, on the floor lay Peter. His body was limp and lifeless but I could see his chest rising and falling so he was alive. Part of me was relieved that he hadn't left me but the other part was so angry that someone would do that to him. I turned my head slowly to the sick man.
"What did you do?" I growled at him, anger bubbling up inside me. He just shrugged. He turned his back and started to walk over to the other side of the room. I looked out of the window. There I saw all my friends, and TJ stood outside. They were all chatting apart from Tim, who was staring through the glass, straight into my eyes. A ray of hope lit up my world then. I twitched my head, meaning for him to come here. He nodded and started towards the door. Just before he got there I put my finger on my lips, telling him silently to be quiet. Once again he nodded and I thanked God that he seemed to be able to read my mind. He slid through the door silently and stood close to one of the walls. I looked back over to my Mum's killer and noticed he was pacing up and down.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, my voice low as I tried to keep my temper under control. He looked up, startled.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked quietly. Looking up at me with big hopeful eyes. The question took me by surprise so I just sat there, trying to understand.
"Well? Do you?" he yelled, his temper flaring up as quickly as it had gone. I shook my head. He roared and punched the wall. I pulled my knees up to me because the anger had gone and back had come the fear. He stormed over to me and launched himself at me. I felt a fist collide with my face.
"WHY?" he screamed at me. "REMEMBER ME!" He was just about to punch me again when I saw Tim launch himself at the man.
"No" I choked out; I didn't want Tim to get hurt because of me. I couldn't see what was going on so just sat there, completely useless. Suddenly I heard a sickening crack and a scream of pure pain. I then heard something metal collide with something hard and then there was silence.
"Tim?" I asked, quietly. Terrified. His pale face rose above the end of my bed. I was so glad that the sick guy had been knocked out and not Tim.
"You okay?" I whispered. He nodded but I could see the grimace of pain on his face. He shuffled to the chair clutching his arm. I felt my stomach flip as I realised it must've been Tim's arm that had made that horrible crunching sound. He was sat there taking deep breaths when his eyes opened in shock.
"Why is Mr. Jackson here? And why is he unconscious?" he asked me. I coughed nervously.
"Well... He was with me when that guy shot me" I said, which wasn't a lie, but I wasn't going to tell him exactly where we had been.
Just then one of the nurses walked in, looked up and screamed. She ran to the 'Help' button and pressed it a million times. I looked over at Tim and he looked faintly amused. He caught me looking and gave me a little wink.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice high in panic, as other doctors ran in.
"Well, the guy in the police gear tried to kill us both" I said, looking at her to see if she believed me. She raised her eyebrow at me and I sighed.
"It's the same man that killed my Mum and shot me yesterday, I suggest you arrest him" I said with a sweet smile. Her cocky know-it-all attitude disappeared and she ran to the phone. One of the doctors carried the guy out of the room; a nurse came and helped Tim to the bed next to me, and with the help of yet another doctor, lifted Peter to the bed on the other side of me. Everyone was fussing too much over me, and it irritated me seeing as I wasn't immediately injured.
"Is that man, Mr. Jackson, going to be okay?" I asked one of the nurses. She nodded, smiling.
"Yeah, it was only chloroform, he'll come round in an hour or so and then you can all go home" she said kindly. I let out a sigh and thanked her. Just as she left I thought I might finally get some peace but TJ was suddenly next to me. He took my hand in his.
"Are you okay, babe?" he asked, sound genuinely worried. I snatched my hand away, my eyes stinging.
"I'm fine, and I'm not your babe" I snapped. He sat on the edge of my bed and stroked my forehead, getting the hair out of my face.
"Maybe not to you, but to me you always will be" he said, quietly. My breathing got quicker but then I heard a growl from the right of me. Tim was looking over, pure hatred in his eyes as he stared at TJ.
"Get away from her, you don't deserve to even be near her" he snarled at him. TJ looked taken aback but the smirked.
"She's not yours, so stop saying who she can and can't talk to" he said, shrugging and turning back to me. I heard Tim mumble something as he turned away but I didn't hear it. I looked over to Peter to see if he was still out of it and he was. I looked back up at TJ. He smiled down at me and I felt my heart pound.
"You mean the world to me" he whispered.
"Stop it, just stop it!" I moaned at him. Why was he making everything so difficult? He sighed.
"Oh, I don't think I told you yesterday, but you looked very sexy" he said with a wink. I smacked his arm as hard as I could but unfortunately it didn't seem to do him any harm. He swept down a smacked a kiss on my lips. I pushed him off immediately and glared at him. He chucked.
"Be warned, I will not stop trying to get you back, until you have a ring on your finger, and even then I still might have a go" he said, a grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to control the emotions running through me. He got up and turned towards the door.
"Bye, beautiful" he called after his as he walked out the door. I smacked my head against the pillow and turned to look at Peter. To my horror he was looking back at me. His eyes were a little blurry but he was frowning and his face looked possessive.
"Oh, God" I groaned as I realised he must have seen it all. Stupid TJ.
