Love Hurts: Book One

Chapter Two- Life and Death

Sarah's POV:

Timothy covered my mouth, cursing under his breath when I screamed. "It's just a picture, be quiet," he hissed. "If I uncover your mouth do you promise you won't scream?" I nodded slowly, looking into his eyes.

He let go of my mouth and I pulled myself up to a sitting position. I leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. Something red was on his clothes. "What are you doing? It is three thirty in the morning. And what do you mean you know who I am? We barely know eachother. Wha-what is on your clothes," I faltered.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I was looking in some old family photo albums when I came across a picture taken when I was eight years old. I think the little girl in the picture with me is you."

I shook my head and looked at him in disbelief. "You have lost your mind," I muttered, rolling over and covering up. Suddenly, he pulled me out of the bed by my arm. "Ow..." I cried.

"Look at this picture, tell me it doesn't look like you," he demanded, shoving the picture in my face. I ripped myself out of his hold and then looked at the picture. It was a typical candid shot of two small children, but it didn't look like me as he had claimed.

"That girl doesn't look anything like me except for the eyes," I said, handing back the picture and rubbing my eyes. He seemed to get pissed off about this. And he gapped my arm and I felt something hard and cold press into my back.

"Let's go," he muttered, shoving me towards the door.

Timothy's POV:

I never should have pressed my gun to her back but she was beginning to piss me off, I just wanted her to love me. I led her down the stairs and got her in the front seat. I reconnected the battery and got in the passenger seat, poking the bloodied mussle into her hip.

"Drive," I muttered.

"To where?" She asked.

"Seattle," I said on a whim. She started the car. She pulled out as I rolled down the windows. She looked like she was concentrating on something. I was quiet. She drove past hug point and on towards seaside.

Her eyes flickered over to me several times and then, she pressed the gas pedal down and jerked the wheel to the left. She squeezed her eyes shut, pedal to the floor as we sped towards the railing leading to the ocean below. I screamed and so did Sarah, then we hit the railing, the airbags went off and we went over the edge.

Sarah's POV:

The railing was rushing up to us at an alarming rate. After we hit it, my body jerked forward, my head hit the steering wheel and then the airbags went off as we went over the edge. My head hurt, and everything was fuzzy, but after we hit the water and started floating to the bottom of the ocean, I was wide awake, I held my breath, looking at Timothy his eyes were shut, blood on his face. I unbuckled and started to pull myself out of the window.

I felt something grab my ankle and looked back to see Timothy grabbing it trying to pull me back in. I pulled my other leg to my chest and used all my strength to kick him in the face. He immediately let go of my ankle and I pulled myself out of the car. I started to swim to the surface as fast as I could, my lungs were trying to burn from not being able to breathe.

When my head broke the surface I took a big gulp of air I saw people at the top of the cliff looking down where we had disappeared. I screamed up to them to help me. "Help! Please! Call someone. I'm alive!"

Once again I felt something grab my ankle and I quickly took a deep breath before I was pulled back under again. When I opened my eyes I saw Timothy grinning at me. I kicked at him desperately trying to get him off of me. My head broke the surface again and I took the opportunity to give a big breath of air. Timothy came up next to me and got a breath of air.

He turned to look at me and said "you aren't going to get away that easy I will make sure you pay for this." Then he dragged me under again. We fought for what seemed like hours underneath the water. Every time he went up to get a breath he would make sure my head was underneath the water. A couple times I was lucky enough to get a small breath of air, but most the time I ended up with water in my lungs. I started to feel light-headed and my eyes started to feel droopy.

I felt oddly calm even though I knew I was drowning. Soon enough I couldn't stay awake any longer and my eyes drifted shut and I fell into deep never waking sleep.

DEAN'S POV:

I pulled my paperwork across the desk in front of me and sighed as I looked at my watch two thirty AM. "I was supposed to clock out an hour and a half ago," I grumbled to myself, rubbing my eyes and beginning to sort through the paperwork. "But of course I finish the paperwork and stay late because that's the kind of person I am."

I kept grumbling to myself for another hour until I heard the receptionist call me to operating room  one. I jerked my head up and ran to the operating room, on the table was a soaking wet brown haired girl.

"What happened?" I asked, washing my hands and pulling on gloves.

"Female, sixteen, Caucasian, car crash off of 101 headed towards seaside, lots of water in her lungs. We couldn't get a hold of her parents, and a broken humerus."

"Alright, so we need to do a bronicotomy, get the water out of her lungs, and x-rays to see if she needs surgery on her arm. An MRI of the brain with dye, since she crashed off a cliff," I listed off the things that needed to be done.

"The x-rays are done, and waiting for you to view them, the MRI has been completed and is being read my Dr. Samos," nurse Brady informed me.

I nodded, walking into the operating room and checking her vitals, I nodded again, snapping on gloves and preparing for the bronicotomy.