Detective Anagaile: Love & Crime (18+) {COMPLETE}

Chapter 8 - Strong

A man was laying on the ground and so was my friend. I ran over to her jumping over the man. I take my unconscious friend in my hand and I hug her tightly screaming out her name and begging her to wake up but she doesn't. I'm crying so loudly I could hear my cry echo throughout the room.

I clutch her tightly in my arms rocking and crying I watched Chase as he checked if the man that attacked my friend was dead. I hope he was because if he wasn't I'd murder him. There was blood all over her. I hoped she had killed him when she stabbed him in the neck. I then realize that she is barely breathing.

"Chase!" I yell as I continue to cry. "She's still breathing we need to get her to the hospital." He leaps towards us scooping her up in his arms and rushing out of the apartment with her.

Chase drove while I sat on the back seat with my friend's head in my lap begging her to stay with me. I couldn't see because of the extent at which I was crying. The tears were just too much.

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We arrived at the hospital and she was rushed to the ICU. Apparently her jaw was broken and she had suffered a traumatic blow to the head. I stood watching them wheel my friend away on the gurney and shouting out all the things wrong with her so they knew how to handle her.

I stood crying barefeet with blood on my arms and feet as well as on my chest where Nessa's head once layed I was like this standing in the hospital with Chase's leather jacket draped over my shoulders. He came over to me and I rest my forehead on his chest keeping me at a distance from him. He then pulls me in his arms. "Nessa is a strong girl. She still managed to kill the man before he could kill her. She will pull through." He said softly while rubbing my head. I was hoping that what he was saying was true. I didn't say anything, I couldn't say anything all I could do was cry. After about two minutes I broke the silence.

"I need to call her mom." I said pulling away from Chase and wiping my nose. I walk away to a corner and I call Nessa's mom.

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We were at the hospital for hours, Chase and I fell asleep in the waiting area. My head in his lap. We are awoken by one of the nurses that went into the ICU with Nessa. I sprung to my feet as I saw her. "How is she?" I asked my voice barely audible and Chase gets up putting both his hands on my shoulders.

"She's okay now, we stabilized her, she lost a lot of blood but we were able to give her almost all of it back. She had a broken leg and a broken arm as well as two broken fingers on the opposite arm. Her mouth had to be wired shut so if she wakes up she won't be talking anytime soon." The nurse informa us and tears fall from my eyes.

"When." I said with a muffled voice. "I'm sorry what was that?" The nurse asks. "I said when. You said if she wakes up. I know she will wake up." I said in a strong voice. "I'm sorry but her chances are-" I cut her off before she can finish. "I don't want to hear it, her mom will be hear in the next two hours she's on a flight here now. I know I won't be able to go in there because you guys are still operating. But whenever her mother gets here please let her in." I said to the nurse before walking away.

I hear Chase thanking her before he storms off behind me catching up and walking by my side. "Please take me home." I said to Chase and he nods. I had to stay strong for Nessa she wouldn't want to see me like this. I have to find out who is behind these murders and I needed to now. They almost killed my best friend and I wanted justice for her.

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We arrive at my apartment and Chase parks his car beside mine. I almost forgot my red 2015 Subaru Legacy that was parked in the building's parking lot. I knew he was planning on staying with me tonight. I didn't want to be alone. I felt happy that Chase stuck by my side the entire night. It was 2:00 am and I needed to take a shower. I was covered in dry blood.

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I look up at the shower head as the water sprayed onto my face and I begin to reflect on the events of my day. I took up my wash cloth and poured body wash onto it and I begin scrubbing my best friend's blood off my body. My vision gets blurry and I know that I'm about to cry again. I scrub harder, and the blood is slowly taking its time to get off.

I start to think about everything the Captain said and the fact that I had let him use me, I thought about the fact that I had missed Shannessa's calls. I honestly felt so fucked up. I stopped scrubbing myself and I fell to the shower floor resting my head on the wall. I know my cries were loud because Chase begun to knock on the door. "Anagaile? Is everything okay?" He said and I could hear in his voice that he knew that it wasn't okay.

I didn't answer I continued to cry. I was a mess. I wanted to stay strong but I couldn't. My best friend was basically fighting a battle against death. Chase knocks on the door again "If you don't answer me I'm coming in." He states in his most serious voice ever. I was naked, what was he thinking? He would see me naked eventually but not like this.

"I'm fine Chase. I just needed to cry one last time." I stated. I then got up and finished my shower. Chase didn't say anything else.

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I finished my shower and dried my body. I looked at myself in the mirror. I needed to stay focus. I needed to be strong. To get my mind off this I needed a distraction. Chase was in my apartment. I've always wanted to experience his touch in more ways than one. I was going to use his presence to my advantage. Ontop of all of this I was sexually frustrated I needed to ease this frustration and now was the time.

I stepped out of my bathroom naked and I scan my bedroom that was lit up by a single bedside lamp. Chase wasn't in the room. Where the hell was he? I stood at the bathroom door and I started to put thought into what I was thinking of doing. It was a sign that I shouldn't continue with my plan and then there he was, glaring at me standing dumbfounded at the other end of the room.

He had helped himself to my refrigerator and my microwave. He had two canned sodas in one hand, two bottles of water in another and a bag of popped popcorn in his mouth. The bag fell from his mouth and he set the cold beverages on the bedside table.

He stays quiet and I watch him like a hunter watching the food that they are about to kill. He wipes both his hands in his pant and takes a step forward. Was my naked body really making him speechless?