Rescue Me

Chapter 11.

BAHJA'S POV

          Another strike in the stomach caused me to spit out even more blood. "K-Kaleb..please." I cried, with blood pouring out of my mouth. Bre came out of the bedroom with her arms folded. She leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom, and watched Kaleb attack me in the small cramped hallway. Kaleb grunted with every punch he shot at me, and I moaned out in pain. "Please!" I begged him, with tears pouring down my face. I slapped my hand on the floor and tried to scoot away, but he pulled me back. He stood up, and smirked, lifting his foot and striking me in the stomach. "Aughh!!" I whimpered, and held my stomach. I looked over at Bre who was still watching. Except her facial expression softened and she uncrossed her arms. "Help me, Bre. Please." I mouthed to her before receiving another kick to the stomach. "Alright Kaleb, she's had enough." Bre spoke out. Kaleb ignored her and kicked my leg. I cried harder and harder helplessly. "Kaleb stop! She's bleeding! That's enough!!" Bre grabbed his arm and yanked him away from me. "You're gonna kill her." She growled through her teeth. He slapped her across, the face, and she fell to the floor. He walked over to me, and hovered over me with an evil look. "You got lucky. I have to go make a drop." He snatched his coat off the banister. As he jogged down the stairs, I laid there, in my own blood. I held my stomach and thrived around in pain. I heard Bre get up and shuffle towards me. She grabbed my shoulder and shook me. "Bahja. Bahja!?" She shook. I fluttered open my eyes and spit out a little bit more blood. "A-Are you alright?" She asked me. "I'm okay. I just...my leg hurts. I can't move it." I sniffled. "It's all good B. I got you." She smiled. She slid her hand under my head, and then under my legs. She lifted me up, and carried me down the stairs, and outside the house.

                 She unlocked the doors to her car, and laid me in the backseat. She latched a seatbelt across my body, then got in the front seat herself. She buckled up, and drove away. "B-Bre. Where are we going?" I groaned. "I'm taking you to your house. Don't worry Bahj. I'm gonna take care of you. You'll be feeling better soon." She looked at me through the mirror and smiled. "Thanks." I smiled back and fidgeted with my fingers.     As we pulled up to my house, I tried to lift myself up. Bre came to the back seat, and looked at me. "Don't struggle Bahja. I'll help you." She unbuckled my seatbelt, and carried me to the front door. She d around in my purse, and grabbed the key out of it. She unlocked the door, and walked in. As we stepped through the foyer, I held my stomach. It was still in pain from the many punches to my stomach. She carried me up to my room, and laid me across my bed. I placed my hands on my stomach, and glared up at the ceiling. "I'll be back, I'm gonna get you an ice pack." She smiled, before attempting to leaving the room. "Wait, Bre?" I called after her. She spun around and looked out me with her eyebrows raised. "Yeah?" "Thanks for this. I know I was stupid for everything I did. But, thanks." I grinned. She sighed, and walked over to the bed, sitting on it. "No, I'm sorry. I was blaming you for being the enemy, and being fake.. When I was the one who was being fake. I shouldn't have put you through all of that and made you feel like the bad person." She apologized. 

                 I responded with a quiet nod, and she exited the room. When I tried to lift up, my entire stomach felt stretched. I groaned and laid back down. I glared up at the ceiling once again, letting all my thoughts simmer. So far, it's been 3 days, and I've been dealing with the most violent beatings. I've been counting the days until Chresanto comes back. And I would tell him but...I just never have the time. I peered my eyes over to the nightstand, and there was my phone. I reached out my arm to grab it, but it wouldn't stretch far enough. "Okaayy! Here you are. Steaming hot tea, and an ice pack." Bre cheered as she entered the room. I quickly flopped my arm back down to my side. If Bre knows i'm planning to call Chresanto and tell on Kaleb, she'll persuade me not to. She'll probably start sapping about how she loves him, and she doesn't want him to go to jail. And if I hear that, it'll make me regret forgiving her, and apologizing. "So," Bre smiled while sitting down the cup of tea. "How have you been Bahja?" She grinned. "Mm. Nothing much." I shrugged. I don't know what she is thinking. I may forgive her, but there is still a little bit of conflict between me and her. "Cool, cool." She nodded. I tried sitting up, but a pain shot through my body again. "Shit.." I sighed. "Can you hand me that tea?" I asked her. She nodded, propping my head up on a pillow first. She then handed me my cup of piping hot tea. As I took slow steady sips, she laid the ice pack on my stomach.