Love + Abuse

Love + Abuse Chapter 10

I was sitting down in the waiting room and biting my nails, praying for Ali to be ok, no doctor had approached me yet and I was starting to feel anxious...was he dead? Was he dying or damaged somehow? I couldn't stop thinking about that moment, the moment that knife plunged into his skin, piercing his body and he fell to the floor, fitting in my arms. Tears ran down my face and I made no attempt to wipe them away, I could sense my mascara was running but did I really care about that right now? No, not at all.

I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings trying to find something to do which could take my mind off the pain I was experiencing in my body, everytime I tried to close my eyes I could see Ali's body lying there, with a puddle of blood surrounding him...what would my mum say when she got home and saw my room was trashed and blood was all over the place? She couldn't find out about this, it would ruin her.
"Dinah?" I looked up and saw Dixon standing at the door, walking towards me smiling as if everything was alright, I wanted to spit in his face and throw a knife in his chest. He came close to me and sat down on the seat beside me, trying to pull me into a hug which made me cry harder. I couldn't keep my anger in, my blood was boiling and I had so much frustration inside of me....Dixon. Dixon and Liam had possibly killed the love of my life and I had no idea what state he was in right now, no one was telling me anything. 

I jumped up off the seat and slapped Dixon as hard as I could in his face, we were the only two in the waiting room and he had closed the door behind him so we couldn't be disturbed unless a doctor or someone else walked in. 

Dixon cupped his cheek and winced in pain. I had only then taken a proper look at his face and remembered the fight between him and Ali. He had washed most of the blood from his face but there were several cuts left and his right eye looked swollen. He kept holding onto his side which meant he probably had some broken ribs..I didn't give a shit. I felt no remorse or guilt towards him. Nothing. I sat back down and put my head in my hands.
"You should get yourself checked out." I said to Dixon, looking out of the hospital windows so I didn't have to face him.
"I'm fine." I shrugged my shoulders and kept quiet, I had nothing to say to him and was fighting back the urge to give him another slap.
"Dinah, I'm sor-" I cut him off quickly, not wanting to hear what he had to say.
"Sorry? You're SORRY?!" I whipped my head round to face Dixon with a look of disgust and disappointment. Dixon nodded his head and looked into my eyes.
"You don't know what sorry means you make me SICK, I can't even call you my brother anymore." I stood up to leave and as I walked towards the door Dixon grabbed onto my arm and I shouted at him to get off me with my back still facing him. He let go of me quickly, knowing what I was capable of in this state.

I carried on walking towards the door but then I remembered something I had wanted to say. I turned back around slowly and stood in front of Dixon, looking down on him. 
"Just so you know, if Ali dies I will NEVER forgive you and Liam...and I mean never. And if I have to, I would be glad to testify against the both of you in court because jail....is where you belong. You're a PUSSY! Take a life, and yours shall be taken too."

Dixon put his head down and a tear fell down his cheek to the floor.
"I didn't stab him." I raised my hand ready to give him another slap and his hand went up but then the door opened.
"Miss Newland." I put my hand down and me and Dixon turned towards the door. It was the doctor who was looking after Ali. I waited for him to speak with tears forming in my eyes.
"Is he ok, Dr?" He smiled softly at me and nodded his head.
"He's stable but these few hours could be critical. He's still unconscious from the operation and there was a lot of bleeding. The knife punctured some of his right lung and just missed his heart." I breathed out loudly trying to catch some oxygen. I whispered "thank you God" to the ceiling, was this the doctors way of telling me he could still die though?
"We need to keep a close eye on him and monitor his lung movement. His future state will determine on how his body heals so we can know whether he will need a transplant or not." Tears fell from my eyes and I looked at Dixon with a blank expression, he turned away. 

When I get my hands on Liam....

I turned back to face the doctor.
"Can I see him now please?"
"Yes you can, follow me please?" I followed behind Dr Matthews and we walked down a long corridor till we got to the fanciest section of the hospital. I looked through the window when we reached a door and saw Ali lying there in the bed, looking lifeless and pale. I didn't know how to feel, he could be dying and there was nothing I could do to help him. I scratched my head, forcing myself not to cry or break down in this hospital. Dr Matthews opened the door and looked at me, waiting for me to walk inside, I stood still so instead he mimed at me "when you're ready" and then he walked off to deal with another patient.

I stared at Ali through the glass window and plucked up the courage to walk inside. I went over to where he lay and sat down on the seat next to the bed. I didn't know what to do...what to say. I examined his body. There was a bandage on his bare chest, he didn't have on that robe patients usually wore, he would have hated to have it on anyway when he woke up. He was there in his boxers with a blanket covering his bottom half. Tubes were all over his body, pumping pain killers and what not into his body. He had an even bigger tube in his mouth which was helping him to breathe, he didn't look like the same Ali, the Ali that was full of life and energy, but also hatred and anger.

I put his hand in mine and kissed the tips of his fingers then cupped my cheek in his hand. 
"Ali...I love you. Please get better." I stroked his face and kissed him on the forehead, he looked so peaceful and beautiful even though he was pale and ill.
"Dinah." I looked up to see Tyrell, I hadn't seen him in a while. I got up and hugged him, he held me tightly and stroked my head knowing how much I was hurting. 
"It's gonna be alright...he's gonna be alright." Tyrell kept whispering in my ear. I held onto him close and put my head on his chest, tears fell from my eyes and kept pouring out but Tyrell didn't seem to mind that I was ruining his shirt. He let go of me softly and looked over at Ali, his face fell. 
"What happened to him?" Tyrell asked me, still looking at Ali.
"He was...stabbed." I didn't know whether to explain to him what happened, it was probably best to leave it at that.
"Who did this to him?"
"I don't know." I muttered quietly. Tyrell sat down on on the seat opposite to where I was and just stared at Ali as if he couldn't believe what was going on.
"Isaiah knows...and he ain't happy. He's gonna put all his energy in finding out who did this to his lil bro."

My heart stopped beating for a second, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, if Isaiah found out it was Liam and Dixon he would KILL them, I had to do something....but what?

*Isaiah*
I punched the wall and screamed. Who the fuck had stabbed my brother....and why? I knew it probably had something to do with Dinah because who else would have something against my bro? I was pissed off and ready to kill! I wasn't in the right frame of mind to go and see Ali but I would go soon, but first I needed answers. Someone had nearly killed Ali and did they really think they were gonna get away with it? Not even. I searched around my room looking in the drawers till I found my weed. I lighted it up and got high, I needed to calm myself down before I went crazy. Dinah and her family were gonna get it...one way or another.

*Liam*
I had just finished cleaning the blood from Dinah's room before my mum got home, she couldn't come back to witness this. She would freak out and go on a mad one! I picked up the knife and ran downstairs to the kitchen, I looked down at myself and there was blood splatters all over me...Ali's blood. I dropped the knife in the sink and ran water all over it to clean off the blood then I put some bleach on to hide away fingerprints just in case we got caught out somehow. 

When I was done I went back upstairs into my room to change my clothes, I stripped myself then picked out my true religion jeans, my black and white Ralph polo and my black and white Nike crep with my ed hardy jacket. I threw my bloodied clothes in a plastic bag and went to the garden to burn it all. (That was some expensive shit too) I put it in the burning bin and lit a match and threw it in watching it burn. Nobody had to know what had happened here but somehow I knew this wasn't over just yet....