I woke up feeling well rested. Looking over seeing an empty spot. Where Alexa should be. I rolled over to check my phone. Nothing. No calls. No texts. But an amber alert. I then became worried and got up slipping on the closest thing next to me. I called her sister. No answer. I called Alexa. No answer.I grabbed my keys and bolted out of my house thinking and panicking. I called 911 and told them every detail about her. I checked her apartment. She wasn't there. I remembered I had an app called 'Find My Device' where I could put in a number and it would track the phone.
A strange address popped up. I probably shouldn't go but I go anyways.
I keep driving down a dull road with Trees without leaves, broken stop signs, cracked sidewalks and bent poles. There's hardly any cars that pass. Probably 2 or 3 within 10 minutes. I then come across a yellow rusty house with broken glass all around the yard. Dead flowers and broken windows. A busted door flat tired laying around. This must be her mom's house. I get out of the car, hesitantly. I make sure to grab my phone and a flash light. 911 is pre-dialed. I slowly try to move the broken door to get in. When I look down to see Alexas shattered phone. I then run inside tripping over half of the door.
"Ms. Ramirez" I yell. No one answered.
I continue walking down the dark house. No light switches work. I pull out my flash light and what I saw scared me half to death. This was most definitely a drug house.
I keep waking down the hall of this house when I see a door half open and blood on the door knob. Almost like a fingerprint in blood. I ran down the hall and slowly opened the door to see Alexa in her undergarments laying on the floor in a pool of blood. Bruised stomach, bruised ankle, bruised face, unconscious while tied up.
The sight of this young girl made me freeze. I then ran over to her shaking her and calling her name frantically.
"Alexa stay with me" I said shaking while tears ran down my face.
"Your not dead, your not dead, your not dead." I repeated. I tried giving her CPR when she regains consciousness taking deep breaths.
I try to calm her down while she lay in my arms having a panic attack.
"Baby your okay , your okay"
She grabs and pulls me closer to her hugging me tightly when I noticed her underwear were ripped half way.
"Who did this to you" I said screaming and crying while pulling her tighter.
I try to stand her up when she suddenly collapses back on to the ground when she cries in pain. Her ankle must be sprained or her leg is broken. I pick her up into my arms bridal style and carry her out to my car. She's bleeding out of her side where a peice of glass was stuck. I lay the seat back and carefully lay her down not caring about the blood on my hands. I try to call 911 but there's no cell reception. Instead I speed down the road to the nearest hospital.
Focusing on the road and her at the same time when she comes in and out becoming dizzy.
"Stay with me damn it Alexa" I yell.
We reach the finally reach the hospital when I pick her up and run inside.
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I feel nothing but nostalgia. Seeing her on the hospital bed with needles and patches and her hooked up to a machine. This is my fault. If I hadn't of fell for Melanie's trap, she wouldn't be fighting for her life. This girl needs a break.
I walk into the room she was admitted in when the nurse gave me the okay. There she lay. As beautiful as ever. In a hospital gown. Seeing this breaks my heart. The medicine they gave her made her sleep. I sat in the chair beside the bed. I grabbed her hand.
"Alexa. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this. This is all my fault. If you hate me, I understand. I love you. I need you to stay with me. Please don't leave me. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."
I felt the slightest little squeeze and just bursted into tears.
Elvis Presley then played 'Cant Help Falling In Love With You' played on the hospital intercom.
I can't help falling in love with her.
