Eternally Yours ~ Ryan Sitkowski MIW

She Never Made It To The Emergency Room

{Charlie's P.O.V}

Being home alone while your boyfriend is on tour, sucks.

Being home alone while your boyfriend is on tour and stressed about your brother being in jail because he smashed a bottle over your head, sucks.

That sounds like a lot to take in, right? It is. I was a teenager when my brother, Ricky struck me, with a bottle.  I was twenty one when it happened again. Twenty one and pregnant,  that is. Thank god, our child survived the damage.

Ryan and I were terrified for two months straight after Ricky had hit me the second time. I had fallen after passing out so awkwardly that the doctor was surprised that our child had no damage done.

We had a gender reveal party the day Ryan left to tour with Motionless In White for their album, Reincarnate. He came back for a two weeks when I was due to have the child, stayed for a bit and was supposed to go back on tour. But, he vowed to never go a day without calling us every morning and night if he ever got to tour again after everything.

That was almost two years ago. Ricky still hasn't gotten out of jail, and Ryan was back from tour.

{End Of P.O.V}
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"CHARLIE!!" Ryan yelled as he ran over to his collapsed girlfriend. "Ricky what the fuck happened?!!" "I-I hit her! I d-didn't mean to but I-I did! Ryan I'm so sorr-." "SORRY DOESN'T FUCKING CUT IT THIS TIME RICKY." Ryan yelled loudly as he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and dialed 911.

"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?"
"I need an ambulance and the cops right now."
"Okay sir, I need you to calm down. What has happened?"
"My girlfriend was home alone with her drunk brother and he h-hit her with a glass bottle. She's unconscious."
"Okay sir, we're sending the dispatch right now. Whats your location?"
"U-Uh.. 54 Oak Park, West Piston, Scranton."
"Okay sir I'm gonna stay on call with you, okay? I need to you take deep breaths. Whats your girlfriends name?"
"Charolette Olson."
"Age?"
"Twenty one."
"Any illnesses?"
"No. Shes seven months pregnant though."
"Okay sir, thank you. Is her brother still there?"
"Yes."
"Could you get him to stand outside so the ambulance know its you? What does he look like?"
"Short. Black hair. Blue eyes, all black clothing and tattoos."
"Okay sir i have to put you on hold theres another call."

Ryan groaned and hung up. "Why the fuck did you tell her to get the cops?" Ricky asked hysterically. "Because you've fucking injured Charlie twice. And i'm not letting you get away with anything anymore! You deserve to be locked up for what you've done. Get the fuck outside and if you see an ambulance then call me."

Ricky broke down and done as he was told, walking outside and shutting the door. Ryan took off his hoody and wrapped it around Charlie's cold body. "Come on Charles. Stay with me, its gonna be okay." Charlie shuddered. "R-Ryan.." she mumbled and fell back into unconsciousness. "I know baby, I know it hurts. Help is on its way."

"RYAN THEY'RE HERE." Ricky yelled.

The door was kicked open. A group of men and women ran in with a stretcher. They put an oxygen mask on Charlie and lifted her out and into the ambulance. Ryan ran after them. "Sir, you're gonna have to stay here and explain to the cops whats happened." A nurse said.

"I'm not leaving her!" Ryan retorted, obviously upset. "We'll send a car out to bring you to the hospital when the cops contact us, I promise." The nurse said, shut the door of the ambulance and nodded to the driver.

The ambulance sped off. Sirens rang.

Ryan watched after the ambulance. He felt weak. A group of nurses and paramedics had just taken his girlfriend and child into care. Critical care. His knees went from under him.

"Mr. Sitkowski?" A cop called over to him. Ryan didn't reply. "Sir? Are you okay?" His vision went blurry. "what the fuck" he mumbled. "Sir!" A woman ran over and tried to get Ryan up. She threw his arm around her shoulder and brought him inside.

"Why couldn't I have brought her before the ambulance got here?.." Ryan reasoned with himself aloud. "Sir, if you had of brought her, she wouldn't have made it to the emergency room." "I would've been nearly there by now."

"Nearly never made it."