But I'm Alright Though

17. The end

Mikey's POV

It all happened so fast. A month had gone by without any problems. Louise was smiling and laughing every time we talked. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was like everything was perfect for just that month.

It wasn't until one night I brought Louise home late that it happened....

I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster up before letting her go back into her horrid home. I wish she would just stay with me. She'd be happier but every time I ask she says the same thing.

"I can't leave them. They're my parents. I hate them but I can't leave. Please stop asking."

This time I didn't bother asking her. I knew the answer. So with another quick kiss I let her climb back into her house. She was perfect and I let her go into that abusive house.

I didn't want to leave so I sat against her house looking at the stars. The stars reminded me of that time when she came to tell me she fucked up. That was a good night. I got my girl back.

I was completely calm and relaxed when the first bullet went off. Screams came from the open window and I rolled to see what was happening. Just as I looked in I saw Louise crouching over a body while her dad held a gone to her head. She was shaking. I was shaking.

My fingers messed up 911 so many times it was countless. By the time the lady answered and I was about to tell her what was going on the second bullet was shot. On a small squeal was heard.

"Sir? Sir!" The operator yells trying to get my attention.

"He killed her," I cried out. "Please help me. She's dead. They're dead! I don't know what to do!"

"Sir try to calm down. Help is on the way. Please try to explain what happened," they asks and I try my best.

"I was dropping her off and when I was walking from her house I heard a gun shot. I ran to the window and he had her with a gun to her head as she tried to save someone else," I answered rolling away and leaning back on the outside wall.

"Who's 'he?'" They ask.

"Her dad."

The next thing I know flashing blue lights were illuminating the whole neighborhood. I rushed to one of the police. He needed to save her. The sirens blared as they made me wait.

Three people came out of the house after that. One had cuffs on. One wore a body bag and the last one was in a gurney being rushed to the ambulance. He must've took a bad shot. I stood up hoping it was Louise but I couldn't tell with all the blood covering her. It wasn't until I saw the shirt she was wearing tonight that I ran to the paramedics.

"Please. Let me ride. She's my girlfriend," I pleaded and they look at me with pure pity before letting me drive with them.

They were saying words that sounded like gibberish left and right. I was waiting for the one sayings she was stable. I need my Lou back. I shouldn't of let her go. If I just tried maybe she'd be safe. Maybe she'd be with me.

And four hours later I'm in the hospital trying to have a mental break down. It's around two in the morning and I'm tired but I can't sleep. Not when Lou might need me.

Loud fast footsteps run down the hall causing my head to rise from my hands. Jordan is running down the hall. He sees me and comes to a dead stop.

"Where is she? Is she okay? Why didn't you do anything?" Jordan asks frantically pacing back and forth.