Kidnapped (Unrevised version)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Chelsea's POV

I ran into my room and sank into my bed. What the hell just happened? Maybe if I run away, she wouldn't have to worry about me and just stop being so-so-gah!

I soaked my pillow with my tears. I hate crying and I thought I'd pretty much be done with it once I got rescued.

There was a sharp knock on the door. "Chelsea, open this door right now," my mother's sharp voice said from the othersidd of my locked door.

"No, go away," I mumbled.

"Open the door right now!"

I didn't respond. Instead, I pulled off my sweatshirt and changed into some pajama booty shorts and slid under the sheets. Even though it's six, I'm exhausted. I tuned out my mom's voice and the sound of her banging on the door and closed my eyes. It didn't stop the tears from falling down my face though.

The yelling and pounding finally stopped when a conversation took place outside of my door. There was now a soft knock on the door and I knew it wasn't my mother. "Chels', open up," Drew called through the door nicely, unlike some people.

I pulled the covers off of me and wiped my tears away. I opened the door wide enough for Drew to come in. He held out his arms for me and I didn't hesitate to rush into them. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around him. "It'll be okay, baby. It will," Drew said against the top of my head. I felt so comfortable in his arms. The way he kept me warm, called me baby-called me baby!?

I let go of him I walked over to my bed. Realizing I'm pretty much naked, I pulled the sweatshirt over my head. It made me look like I was wearing no shorts. It's kind of weird because I feel WAY more self-conscious about being in front of him with only a bra now, then I did before.

"Wait-take that back off," Drew commanded as he stood in front of me.

"Totes magotes no." I crossed my arms over my boobs.

Drew gave me an amused look at muh choice of words, then snapped out of it and said, "No, not like that. Because I need to see your back."

"Why?" My heart beat sped up a little out of fear.

Drew gave me a pointed look. "I need to see your cut."

"No, it's fine." I might have lied a little. I just don't want people worrying about me; it'll be fine.

"Chelsea Insert-Middle-Name-Here Stowens, don't make me take your sweatshirt off for you."

I giggle a little. "It's Marie."

He started to smile, but caught himself and stopped. "Chelsea Marie Stowens, take your sweatshirt off now or I will do it for you."

He's bluffing. "Nope-"

Drew sat on me sideways, and held my hands above my head with one hand. One freaking hand! While I'm attempting to use both to get free, but it's not working. With his other hand, he lifted my sweatshirt up. I don't know how, but I ended up in my sports bra.

Defeated, I didn't even try to go grab my sweatshirt which lay on the complete opposite side of the room. Drew helped me up and spun me around by my shoulders so I wasn't facing him. "Damnit," he mumbled.

"What?" My heart rate was starting to race now.

"Put that sweatshirt back on. We're going to the hospital."

"No, Drew, I'll be fine!" I tried to persuade him. Instead he grabbed my sweatshirt and a pair of pants, handed it to me, and told me to "change now". I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.

I changed and followed Drew out to his new truck. I didn't have the energy to disagree anymore. "Where did my mom go?" I finally questioned once we were buckled up.

"I talked her into leaving to cool off. No offense, but your mom's a bitch."

"You know, even if you add the "no offense", it's still offensive. But I actually didn't find that offensive because I'm starting to agree with you. Thanks for convincing her to leave," my words grow quieter and quieter as I pressed my head against the window and my eyes drop shut. I really am exhausted.

Drew's POV

"Chels', don't go to sleep." She can't, that's not good. That means the cut's getting to her. It's all infected looking and it looks deep and very bad. "Chelsea," I tried getting her attention but she had already fallen asleep. God, can you please let her be okay?

I pulled into the emergency room's parking lot. I parked in a handicap spot, not giving a shit if any one of us were handicapped or not. She needed immediate help.

I climbed out of the truck and unbuckled Chelsea. I picked her up bridal style and locked the truck. I tried getting her to wake up the whole time I was walking in, but she wouldn't.

The lady at the front desk immediately got a stretcher and a couple of nurses and a doctor when she saw us come in. Thankfully there was only just one other person in the waiting room.

I laid her down on the stretcher, still trying to get her to wake up. The nurses started pulling her away, so I followed. "I'm sorry, sir, but you're not able to come back until we're done working on her. But is there a certain part of her injured?" One of the male nurses said to me.

Besides probably her heart? "Her back."

"Thank you." And with that, they were gone.

The front desk lady called me over and I had to give her as much information as I knew. Whatever reason Chelsea didn't want people knowing, was pretty much screwed now.

I sat in one the waiting chairs for what seemed like forever and played Dots on my phone.

"Andrew Taylin?" A males voice said.

I looked up to see a doctor. "Yeah, that's me."

I couldn't help my heart rate from increasing at the thoughts of something really bad happenings to Chelsea.

"Ms. Stowens's not doing good. At all."

A/N

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