Jordan POV
Hours later, I woke up in a hospital bed. At first I didn't know what was going on until the memories from earlier poured into my mind. I couldn't get the visuals out of my brain. I've never been so scared in my life but I don't even care at this point.
I've got a gut feeling that we belong together and I will stop at nothing until he's mine again. I just want us to be happy like we used to be not too long ago.
"She's awake!"The nurse announced to the room full of other doctors. They gave me something to eat then the police cane to question me.
"Before we build a case on this situation, we have to know if you want to press charges—,"
"No."
"No?"everyone in the room repeated, confused.
"I do not want to press charges."I confirmed.
"Why not? He almost killed you!"
"I don't care. He's my best friend."I replied.
"Jordan, he put you in the hospital!"Gerald exclaimed. "If he did it once, he'll do it again and he might actually kill you next time."
"I don't care. I love him."
"I can't deal!"Gerald walked out of the hospital, leaving the cops in here.
"Are you sure you don't want to press charges?"The first one asked me.
"I am very sure that I do not want to press charges."I repeated.
"Okay."They shut it down and left, followed by the doctors. The nurse stayed back to inform me of my condition. Basically, nothing is really wrong with me. I'm on a breathing machine due to be choked out and not receiving the right amounts of oxygen. I should be fine and breathing on my own in a few.
"How you feeling?"Colten asked, walking in.
"I'm okay I guess."
"I bought you some stuff."He sat the duffel bag down by my bed alongside a dollar store bag.
"Did you bring my phone?"
"Yeah. Here."He sat it in my lap.
"I have to get to school. I'm already three hours late because of my jackass brother. I'll come back after school."
"Okay."He kissed my forehead and left.
The hospital room fell silent. I turned my phone on to see it on thirty one percent.
Me: I'm not pressing charges. Tell them let my baby outta jail
I sent the text to Madre, then went to Instagram not knowing that the internet would be my worst enemy today.
The first thing that loaded was a post on TheShadeRoom. It began to play and what do ya know. It was a video of what happened earlier today.
I watched myself get hung from seven stories high as people screamed in the background. Watching the video made me sick; against my better judgement, I went through the comments.
Jazzymx wrote: I always knew something was off about the whole gaulden family
Fartymcbubbles wrote: oh no😢not my favorite yt couple
Kekespam wrote: Jeremiah too fine to be that crazy😬
Kaliefromtheblock wrote: they were goals af🤦🏽♀️hope she's okay
Straitfrmdagate: them Florida niggas crazy
I didn't read anymore comments after that. Instead, I made my own comment.
Jordan wrote: I am a-okay guys, no need to worry. Thanks for your concern
I hated the fact that this video is surfacing all over social media. I don't like for my business to be all out and talked about by strangers. After that, I got off Instagram. Alone, I was. I used this time to think about my life and what I was going to do next.
My apologies for this chapter being extremely short but what do y'all think about Jordan not pressing charges? What y'all think gonna happen next?
