enemies | rc

cinquante

charlotte's point of view

i stared at my mother in disbelief while she took her gun out and pointed it toward richard's dad. a smirk adorned her lips. 

"don't tell me after eighteen years you've finally decided that you want to be a good father?" she laughed. 

"i didn't leave my daughter two years and then walked back into her life telling her what to do or stop doing."

that made my mom scowl. i kneeled on the ground beside richard. "are you alright?"

"just fucking dandy." he smiled. "i've survived worse."

i sighed. "that looks ugly, though. let me get you out of here." he raised his eyebrows and i pressed my lips together. "okay, i can't get you out of here myself, but it's not like either of them is going to help us."

i looked up in time to see my mother's gun sliding towards me. richard's dad glanced at me to make sure it stayed away from her. in the meantime, she took out the knife from earlier and pounced towards him. i grabbed onto his arm as hard as i could and pulled myself up to stand between them. by the time mom noticed what i was trying to do, her knife was already deep inside my lower abdomen. 

my scream of pain was all i heard. it was like time stopped for me. i saw my mother's eyes as she realized what she had done, they quickly filled up with tears but she blinked them away. she would never show weakness in front of me, let alone in front of richard and his dad. she held onto me as i sunk to my knees, eventually laying on the ground because i couldn't hold myself up any longer.

"get the doctor here, now!" richard's dad snapped at some men standing nearby, who i assumed worked for him. 

"you've got to stop getting yourself in the hospital." richard half laughed, half sobbed. 

i grinned. "in my defense, i though i could talk some sense into her." 

my smile dropped when i realized exactly where she had stabbed me. i looked down at the crimson liquid beginning to drip on the ground. i reached frantically for richard's hand.

he held my hand. "they're bringing the doctor soon, just hold on a little longer."

"no, no. i'm fine for now." i closed my eyes and took deep breaths. "the baby." was all i could cry out.

his eyes widened as he came to the same realization as me. "you're going to be fine. both of you."

was he convincing me or himself?

"stay with me, charlotte." an unfamiliar voice said. my eyes cracked open to find a man kneeling beside me. he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. "how far along is she?"

a wave of nausea came over me, but i breathed slowly to keep myself from throwing up. 

"four weeks." richard answered.

the man, who i assumed was the doctor, asked everyone to leave the room. richard asked him if i should be moved to a bed, but he said without proper equipment to move me it was dangerous and the blade could move inside me. my mother refused to leave me, so the doctor reluctantly let her stay, but only if she stayed away and let him work peacefully.

his hands seached for something in my stomach, he slowly pressed around the open wound and i clamped a hand over my mouth to not scream out in pain. two of his fingers pressed down on either side of the wound and his other hand was wrapped around the knife. i took a deep breath, preparing myself for the torture i was about to be a victim of. he slowly moved it upwards, then in a second the knife was out of me and blood dripped quicker than before. was he supposed to do that? where the fuck did they get this doctor?

"there's no way to know how is the baby without an ultrasound, but i believe none of your vital organs were touched. i'll stitch this up and we can get you to my-"

"we have a doctor." my mother interjected. "i would like to take her home as soon as you stitch her wound."

"ma'am, i highly advise against that..." he trailed off, but mom was having none of it.

"i have taken your advise into consideration, but sadly it's been rejected. can you stitch my daughter's wound?"

he sighed and reached for his equipment. i closed my eyes, not wanting to look at my skin being sewed together like i'm a damn shirt. thankfully since it was a relatively small wound, only one stitch had to be made. i looked at the doctor apologetically, but i didn't dare say anything in front of my mom.

richard came in with a wheelchair and even picked me up so i wouldn't force myself to get up. "there's a car waiting for us outside."

"our car is waiting for us." mom sneered and pushed the wheelchair. 

i looked behind me and smiled at richard, mouthing an i love you before the door closed and i couldn't see him anymore.