I woke up in the hospital.
Every part of me ached, when I sat up I had bruises on my arms and legs, pretty sure on my neck too considering it felt sore. I looked at myself to see what else I had as I sat up. I felt a sting go through my shoulder and this sick fucker carved his name on to me. Like as if I was cattle. This stitches were a kinda freaking me out, they looked like X's.
When I looked around the room. It was dark out. How long was I out? I heard a shifting in the bathroom and my brother came out. His eyes were red and puffy and so was his nose.
"(B/N)?"
His eyes lightened up and he ran to me and engulfed in a hug.
"You're fucking insane (Y/N). You could've died."
"But did I die though?"
"Shut up. This isn't a joke."
"Yeah. I know. But when I tell you to run, you don't argue with me. You go and let me handle it.. By the way, (B/N)?"
"Yes?"
"Loosen up a bit. Your hurting my shoulder."
We heard a knock on the room door and the doctor and two officers came in.
"Hello Ms.(L/N)." The doc spoke, "These men would like a word with you."
I looked to my brother and he nodded and went out the room for a while.
"Ms. (Y/N).. We would like to question you about what had happened the other night." The first officer said. His tag read Quincy. (QUINCYYYY!!)
He had brown hair and green eyes, it complemented his olive skin tone, plus he was kinda tall, he actually made me feel like a child.
"Go on?" I mumbled.
"Well," the second officer said, his tag read Marlon. He was a big guy and I don't mean by height but by weight, he looked like a damn body builder. He had brown eyes and bleach blonde hair, and a thick Russian accent. "The man who attacked you was someone we've been looking for-"
"Something tells me you two are no ordinary cops."
"Wha-" Quincy tried to speak but I spoke over them.
"You don't seem like ordinary cops considering that the man who had attacked me was someone from a fucking horror story. He carved his name into my damn shoulder and said he'll "take his time with me. Now either he's a copy cat from the stories or he's the real deal."
They looked shocked. "You're right," Marlon said. "This was a private investigation. He usually doesn't let his victims go. He did this before to another girl and a few months later we found her chopped to pieces."
Quincy looked at Marlon with a deadpan expression. "Marlon. Stop. And yes Ms. (L/N), we aren't, but we would really appreciate your help."
"I can't."
"Why not?" They both asked in surprised.
"Because if he's going to fuck with my head and he finds out that you two are around me then he can get to my family and I can't let that happen. So please, go ahead and keep watch do whatever but DON'T interfere with me or my family. Sounds insane. I know but don't fuck up at your jobs by doing something stupid or using me as a spy."
They looked at me and then at eachother and nodded. Marlon then spoke, "We will leave you alone and keep an eye on everything. We are willing to go as far to taking you and your family into WITSEC."
I didn't know what else to say. Honestly, I'm freaking out. What if he hears everything? He can take my family in less then a heartbeat...
I nodded my head and they gave me their card and left. My brother came back in worried shitless.
"Sis.. What's going to happen?"
"I don't know, (B/N).. But I swear I'll try my best to protect you all."
