Player 99

Guilty

AN: To save myself from the wrath of a good friend of mine, I've decided to update and spare her the tears and anger while sparing me the threat of being killed. Oh, it's fun being me. :P  I hope you enjoy it. 

*J.J.'s POV* 

I drove to Paige's apartment ten minutes after she left. I couldn't stand the thought of her facing HIM by herself. She was strong enough to endure whatever he threw at her, but that didn't mean that she had to go through it alone and besides, if that asshole was there when I got there, I was going to rearranged his face. He deserved to pay for what he did to her.

I got in my car.

Though it was late, there was a lot of people out; mostly those old enough to start drinking and partying. It took me fifteen minutes to get over to her place, even though she was just a couple blocks away from me.

When I pulled into the parking garage, someone else was pulling out. I could see from the split second I saw his face that it was Robert. My blood boiled as I drove past him. I wanted to crash into his back door and get out and kick his ass, but a feeling in my gut said that Paige needed me more than I needed to kick his ass. I parked and ran to the doors. Kev, Paige's doorman, was asleep. I walked to her apartment, a bad feeling settling in my stomach. I tried to open the door. It was unlocked. I stepped in. 

Blood was on the floor and it trailed further into the apartment. A pan was thrown on the kitchen, a small dent in it and blood was around it. Oh, god. Please don't let her be...I couldn't go there and I forced myself to walk further into the apartment. The blood dripped to Paige's room. Her door was cracked open and more blood was on the floor, leading up to her bed. I could see that she was on her bed. She wasn't moving. 

My heart constricted as I ran to her room. I nearly slipped on a bit of blood. I hurried over to her. Her eyes were closed and I felt like I was going to be sick as I took the sight of her in. Her eyes were swollen shut, her lip was busted, bruises trailed her face, arms, and legs, and I didn't doubt that there were more that I couldn't see. There was a bump on the side of her head and blood was coming from that. Her legs were slightly spread apart and there was blood down there. That bastard raped her. I was going to kill him. She gurgled and that's when I noticed the string of red on her throat and the broken glass stuck in her hand. 

"No, no no no no no no," I muttered, sliding my arms under her fragile body. There was no time to call an ambulance. She wouldn't make it. The nearest hospital was a block or so away. I could make it. I stood up and hurried out of the room and ran faster than I have ever ran before.

On the run there, her body got colder and colder..... 

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"Help! Help me!" I cried. Doctors and nurses ran at me, a gurney with one of them. I set her on it. 

"Help her," I croaked before falling to my knees, my lungs burning. The doctors wheeled her away, saying things I didn't understand, but knew they weren't good. "Help her." 

A young nurse stooped in front of me. "She's in good hands," she said soothingly. I nodded, breaking down. She hugged me but I barely felt it. 

"Just help her." I said again. 

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The doctors said that she might have memory loss from the brute force trauma to the back and side of her head. They said not to be surprised if she didn't remember me or anything that happened to her.