Perri and Him-the fifth book to series 'Perri and Me' about Perri Kiely

Chapter 3 Part 5

'If our love is tragedy....

Why are you my remedy?'

Dad is standing right beside me, in that hospital waiting room. That very night Mum died. When he held me close for the first time in years.

And my whole life had turned upside down.

Little did I know that I was pregnant, and it was all about to change again.

But I felt safe, because when I knew she was dying in there, Gina was there. Karen was there. Dad was on his way and Sapphire was preparing my bed at his house. Elvie was waiting with me, holding my hand.

Pel was okay, and he was on tour.

It's the atmosphere that I like. The perfect atmosphere for completely bursting into tears and feeling like your life has come to an end.

Because I knew that I could cry into his shoulder. Even though it hurt more than the night he left me.

But everything is different. When the sun is slowly rising outside, and the sky still looks black. When the wooden floor beneath me is hard. When I'm stuck in a place I don't know.

When the person you love has been hurt on purpose.

When you're pregnant with his baby.

When he's lying bleeding on the floor.

Dying.

"Pel!" I literally scream. And then my voice drops down to a whisper. "No no no please Pel stay with me please..."

The words are coming out of my mouth so fast.

I touch his face and wonder if he can hear me. If he's alive.

I'm gasping and my lungs almost feel like they're filling up with poison.

"Please Pel..." I whisper, shaking as I remember I have a phone in my pocket.

If I call anyone...anyone, they won't get here in time.

The rest of it just seems like a blur. The blood has stopped, my T-shirt is soaked in it.

And then I scream because my T-shirt is soaked in it.

I hate blood. I HATE blood.

And then there's a series of me screaming, and then a sharp pain in my stomach.

"Pel..." I keep saying, desperately hoping he'll just open his eyes. Desperately hoping someone will just burst open that door.

My tears are stinging my eyes as I clutch my stomach.

I let go of Pel's hands and lean against the other side of the wall.

"Help..." I merely whisper. There's a bruise on my shoulder I got when I was hurled on the floor. The minute that gun shot went off.

It's like someone inside of me is driving a nail into my stomach and banging on it with a hammer.

Harder and harder.

The gasping stops and I'm just breathing.

I'm just breathing and staring at my boyfriend's body.

That's probably lifeless. That couldn't hear me screaming.

And then I throw up out of the window. The same feeling is there.

I've given up now, sitting down and staring at the wall ahead of me. My body is weakening and my soul is dying, but I know exactly what's happening.

There's a sound at the door. Three times the person tries to open it.

Then there's a smash and it bursts open.