Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Deon's P.O.V
Sweat covers my forehead as I shakily watch Nyla repeat her experience yesterday. I shake my head, denying her allegations. Her face pales and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I lurch forward, wrapping my arms around her thin shoulders pulling her against me.
Mr Yessler quickly runs over, his voice laced with worry as he talks to Nyla. I slid my phone from my pocket.
"Hello? Is this the ambulance? Yes, we need you here right now." I speak urgently, watching Nyla's Dad stroke her forehead gently. I recite the address nonchalantly.
"Is that all, Sir?"
"No, no I want to file a report on Trent Ensen. He was spotted in this area and made contact with victim, Nyla Yessler yesterday afternoon around half-past three." I hear someone typing on a computer, the keys clicking fast.
"We will have Police sent to investigate. Thank you for reporting, Sir. The ambulance will be with you in fifteen minutes."
"Thank you." I sigh, hanging up. I kneel beside Mr Yessler and place my hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me with tears shimmering in his eyes. "Fifteen minutes."
He nods silently, his head falling back to his clammy daughter. Nyla's sweat filled hair was pushed back over her forehead, revealing more of her pale skin. "Help me move her to the shade." I nod in agreement, moving to grab her ankles. Mr Yessler wraps his arms under Nyla's and we slowly lift her, stumbling to a nearby tree.
My mind wanders to Cleyton. I should call him. I check my watch, ten minutes. I look to Mr Yessler, my eyes catching his. "I should call Cleyton."
"He'll be upset and angry. You know that."
"He deserves to know. It's his sister, he loves her." I lift myself up on my feet. Dialling Cleyton's number, it rings twice before someone answers.
"Hello, babe. How are you feeling?" My heart warms at his voice.
"I've been better. Cley, I need you to sit down. Right now,"
"Alright," I hear him shuffle before the line goes silent. "Okay, shoot."
I pinch the bridge of my nose while telling Cleyton everything. About Trent, about the ride, about Nyla. He listens patiently only speaking when needed or when he momentarily explodes.
"The bastard. Can't he just get a life? But how did she not recognise him?"
"The doctors say it's because of the trauma that some of her memories have been blurred. I guess Trent is one. She obviously remembers him just not his face." Silence fills the line and I hear the ambulance coming down the street. "I have to go. I'll pick you up soon, love you."
"Okay, love you too." I slide the phone back in my pocket and run to the kerb, flailing my arms around to catch their attention. The van stops instantly and they jump from the vehicle, two men run from back to assist with Nyla while another stresses to get the stretcher.
I run to the back of the van, grabbing one side of the stretcher and lowering it to the ground. The man nods in thanks, rushing towards the patient. They easily lift her on and suddenly she's back in the van. Mr Yessler yells a thank you to me but I'm already in my car on my way to Cleyton.
***
The hospital was crowded, Cleyton and I shared nervous glances unsure of where to go or what to do.
The front desk was swarmed with people, so we decided to just venture down the hallways. We decided, after a few doors, that it wasn't 'okay' to stick our heads into every room to check for Nyla's presence.
Cleyton calls his Dad while I stand to the side watching patients being wheeled past urgently. "Room 79." He speaks, knocking me from my daydream.
We hurry to the elevator, almost crashing into a doctor on the way. Room 79 was on the middle floor, a brown curtain surrounded her bed giving her privacy from literally nothing.
"Nyla," I hear Cleyton whisper quietly. I grab his hand squeezing it tightly, he responds with a squeeze back. "She'll be okay, she'll be okay," He chants, convincing himself of his words.
I gulp at the sight of her. Her eyes sullen and her lips chapped. It brings me back to six weeks ago. I shiver at the thought of it reoccurring. And as I looked at Nyla, lying in that uncomfortable bed I promised her and myself that Trent would never get anywhere near her again.
I vowed to protect her.
***
Author's Note:
You have no idea how much I like your Votes. How much your Comments make me smile. How much I love you reading my Book. How much you mean to me ❤️
