Safe from Scars (COMPLETE)

49. Fuck You

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"Hunter, I swear to God if you hurt either one of them, I will kill you."
Roman's eyes go dark. I've only seen him this way maybe once or twice.

"I said PICK one, Roman. That shouldn't be so hard, right?" Hunter squeezes his bicep around my neck and I fight for air, digging my nails into his forearm.
But he could probably break my neck with his bare hands.

"I prefer blondes, but this one doesn't put up much of a fight. She's all helpless and shit. That's probably why you like her so much though, right Rome? I imagine you have your way with her whenever and however and she just takes it. It's kind of hot, but either one will do for me." His repulsive  hot breath against my skin makes me want to vomit.

"You sick son of a bitch. It doesn't matter who he chooses, you could NEVER have me." I fight against his grip with all of my might, but he holds me tighter.

"LET HER GO!" Roman voice gets louder and he steps closer. Hunter shifts the gun again, holding it just a few feet away from Roman's face.

No, please.

"I'm the one with the gun, so I'll be doing all the shouting here." Hunter laughs.

"So you choose this one, over Emily is that what I'm hearing, Rome? Doesn't matter to me. They'll both make me some good money."

"FUCK YOU!" Roman yells and a loud pop causes both Emily and I to scream.

Roman crumbles to the ground.

Emily screams runs to him, falling to his side. He's writhing on the floor, holding his shoulder. I can see the blood spot staining his shirt getting bigger by the second.

Sarai disappears into the bedroom.
I would run too if I could.
Get out while you can.

Hunter pushes me to the ground, and deliver another kick to my rib cage, then my stomach. Then another to my face.

Roman tries to get up, but Emily pushes him back down.
"Stop, he will kill you." She says to him.
Part of me thanks her for it.
I couldn't live with myself if something happened to him.

My blood fills my throat, and pours from my mouth at the same time. He kicks my stomach again.

"Please stop!" I hear Emily scream again, but my vision is starting to go.

He points the gun back to Roman.

"Not so tough anymore when there's  a gun pointed to your head." He smiles at Roman.

"Please don't hurt him, Hunter." Emily looks up at him, on her knees.
"Please, I know this isn't you. This isn't us. We loved each other. You don't have to do this-"

"I FUCKING HATED  HIM!" Hunter screams and steps closer, still holding the gun toward Roman.
Emily scoots in front of him. Shielding him from the gun.

I can't move. I can't speak. I can't cry.
It feels like every bone in my body is broken.
All I can do is watch.

"Even after all the shit he did to you, you would still protect him?" Hunter's voice goes soft, for half a second.

My vision starts to fade and the room starts to spin. Voices sound like echoes far away. Everything is going black.

"I love him, Hunter. The way no one will ever love you. You aren't a FRACTION of the man he is, so if you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me first." She spits through her teeth, with no fear in her voice. Just courage.
Because she loves him.
How could she not.

Roman sits up, groaning, and pushes Emily aside.

I get farther and farther away from them.
No. I don't want to go.
The room spins faster and I can feel my eyes shut.
I'm going.
I'm dying.

"Fuck you, Em. And fuck him too."

I hear a loud POP of the gun and a woman's scream, before the gun goes off again.

*******

My eyes adjust to the bright white lights above me.
Everything hurts. I can't move.
I wiggle my fingertips first, allowing my body wake.

My mouth is dry, and my voice is hoarse. I can't speak.
The taste of blood still lingers on my tongue and on my lips.
I'm in the hospital.

"Roman?" My eyes scan the room.

"Mom?!?" She gets up from her chair in the corner and shuts the tv off before moving toward me.
It's like seeing a ghost. A phantom.
Someone I'd known in a past life.
She looks exactly the same.
Exactly how I saw her a few months ago.
Nothing's changed, except she doesn't smell like a bar.

Tears fill her eyes as quick as confusion fills me.
"Oh honey, I was so worried." She caresses my hair, and I flinch at her touch.

Holy fuck everything hurts right now.
My head. My chest. My stomach.
It hurts to breathe.

"You lost a lot of blood, baby." She whispers.
My arms are covered in wrist bands, tape, and tubes running all different ways.

"You fractured a couple of your ribcages, too, sweetheart."

"Where's Roman? Is he okay?" My eyes meet hers, hopefully she can see my desperation.
Tears flood my eyes, as she stares blankly at me.

I watch as hers roll down her cheeks and she takes my hand.
No. I don't want her bullshit tears.
I want Roman.

"Mom, where is he?!" My body starts to shake, and my stomach turns.
No. No. No.

She gently takes my face into her hands, and her eyes meet mine.
I can't remember when the last time my mother looked me in the eyes.

"Honey, did you know you were pregnant?" Her hands are shaking against my skin.
My tears fall, and my body gives in.

I didn't know. There was so much going on.
I can't think. I can't process this right now.
I need Roman.
Why is she not telling me where he is?

"I heard gunshots. It's the last thing I remember." My voice is frantic now. My body is trembling.
I can't keep up wit my own mind.

"Where is Roman? Where's Emily? Is everyone okay?" The words are spilling from my mouth quicker than I can think.

She whips one of her tears and takes a deep breath.
Fuck. No. No. This can't be happening.

"You're friend..uhh.." she doesn't finish. She just cries more.

"Mom, tell me what the fuck is happening." I grip her hand harder.

"Kalina, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. You lost the baby too." And my mother begins sobbing.