ANDY'S POV
"This is 199 what is your emergency?"
"I need an Ambulance. My girlfriend has passed out and she not breathing."
"Right and where is your location?"
"We're on the bus next to the garage on Ravenwood Drive. Please get here quick, I don't know what to do."
"Please Sir, try to stay calm, the ambulances is on its way." The call ends and I stare down at Jade who's head is on my lap. I stroke her black and blue hair and try to calm down. Jake hasn't stopped blaming himself for the past minute or so. There's a knock on the door and Jake bolts to get it. The door opens and paramedics rush through.
"Is she breathing yet?"
"Just barely."
"We need to rush her through to the hospital. Are you the boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"Okay you need to come with us."
The ride was quick and when Jade is rushed into the ward, doctors block me from getting past.
JADE'S POV
His hand collides with my face and leaves a horrible stinging feeling. His grip on my wrists tighten as he moves he moves the hand that holds them both, behind my head.
"YOU WORTHLESS SON-OF-A-BITCH! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! ITS YOUR FAULT YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD! THE CANCER STARTED WHEN YOU WAS BORN! YOU KILLED YOUR OWN MOTHER! YOU SHOULD BE DEAD! NOT HER! YOU! I believed every word of his abusive language. I did kill my mother. I didn't mean to, but I did. And I have hated myself for the past few years because of it. I take every vile word he has to say against me. I just don't like it when he hits me. He spits in my face and I whimper. He slaps me again, it this time, he slaps me harder. "You worthless freak. I've had a thought," He leans his face closer to my ear. "do you want to die? Because you know what Jade-Elizabeth? I can make that happen." Fear ripples through my bones. He's never been his bad before. He's never tried to kill me before. With his free hand, he reaches behind him to grab a hand from the kitchen side, gripping it by its metallic handle. My instincts to service kick in and before I can stop myself, my kneecap collides with his groin. He drops the knife and his grip on my wrists vanishes. My only chance to escape is now. This won't keep his down for long.
I make it to the bottom of the stairs and he's hot on my trail. I slam my bedroom door and lock the films padlock. JADE YOUR SUCH A STUPID BITCH! NOW YOU'VE GONE AND DONE IT!
I crawl under my bed just as the lock flies across the room. Unfortunately I wasn't completely under, so he grabs my ankle and yanks me out. I wrap my arms around the post of the bed and scream as he pulls my hair. "HOW DARE YOU! Why do you care if you die anyway? Isn't that why you tried to kill yourself last week? Isn't that why you slit your wrists? You can drop dead for all I care." He flips my over so I'm facing him and grips my face, forcing me to face him. "ITS YOU WHO SHOULD DIE JADE-ELIZABETH! YOU! NOT YOUR MOTHER!"
"I'm sorry." I whimper but his slaps me hard across the face again. "DON'T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME AGAIN!" He picks up my head and smashes it off the floor with a thud.
The blackness overcomes me again.
