The Comeback [Completed]

Chapter 5: to my rescue.

C's Point of View:

"Hello? Dany? Is that you?" My fingers clenched my steering wheel and my sanity evaporated into the atmosphere. I was a second too late, the call dropped. I tried speed dialing the number again but it wouldn't connect. Shit, what do I do? Breathe, Cole, breathe. Think rationally. And after wasting a few seconds, I followed my conscience and hurried to her apartment.

My heart raced faster than the speed of light. I ran up the stairs only to find myself without the courage to knock on the door. What if she thinks I'm stalking her? What if she's ... dead? And the thought of her sinking into the soil before me made me kick the door open. I obviously did not succeed so I pulled out my Magnum and gave the lock a shot.

"Who the fuck are you? What are you doing in my house?" some drunk idiot scolded.

That must be Ethan. Ethan Hayes. For some odd reason, I saw a slight familiarity in his eyes. But I refocused. It didn't take me long to search the pocket-sized apartment ... and there she was, lying on the couch - skin bruised and exposed. I grew boiling hot under the collar and my reflexes immediately pointed my gun at the fucker.

"What did you do to her?" I bursted. But the fucker didn't respond and even arrogantly smirked. So I moved closer to him and pushed the gun into the centre of his temples. There was no doubt that he wouldn't cowardly surrender, dropping down to his weak knees begging for mercy. I was about to blow his brains out.

But the cliché "C, please stop, let him go" came out her mouth and changed my train of thought.

Instead of pulling the trigger, I backhanded him and he dropped to the ground like an ineffective grenade. K.O'd. This was definitely not how I was raised. To free the ones who wronged us? Never. I hurdled over to her and she was enveloping her petite, bare body with whatever she could forage.

"Thank you - thank you for not killing him." she said. The burning anger inside of me started to diffuse into emotions of suffering. How could anyone treat her like this? I looked deep into her broken-hearted eyes and sincerely apologised. Maybe if I took initiative and checked up on her personally everyday, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if I dropped her home, she had someone to protect her. But my dumbass thought that I should keep a distance especially because she has all these secrets. If there was a way to right my wrongs, it would definitely begin with giving her a life she deserves. Once she fully gathered her conscience, she wrapped her arms around her belly and her face screamed pain. I knew I had to take her to the hospital, it was the least I could do.

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Bailey's Point of View:

Tonight was the second time I was raped by him. The gag is, I don't even remember dialling C for help. Now he surely knows I lied. I grabbed all the essentials before we left, my ID, my driver's license, my passport and my phone. The excruciating pain electrocuted my body - I was beginning to lose consciousness and feel numb. Next thing I knew, I plummeted backwards and saw a dark patch of nothingness.

My eyes gradually opened and a blurry C was standing over me. I looked down towards my feet and realised I was dressed in a white hospital gown. The sunlight snuck through the window and kindly provided my private room with warmth. "What happened?" I asked.

C responded with a smile. He was trying to hide his dark, exhausted eyes.

"Don't stress about it now. Oh and by the way, the baby boy is well and healthy. I have to be on my way in 15 minutes. The sister will attend to all your needs. Don't forget to call me." And he sat on the guest chair with a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, a nurse walked in with breakfast and a clipping board. The bitter aroma of coffee gave me an energy boost.

"Good Morning. My name is Angeli. I'll be your sister during your stay. But first, I need to get all your details while you take a sip of that coffee." Angeli was a curvy girl with ombré box braids that was gathered high in a ponytail.

"What is your first and last name?"

Shit. My cover is going to blow. C is sitting right here. How do I explain myself?

"Miss? Can I get your full name please?" Angeli patiently asked again.

"Bailey. Bailey Milano." I responded with embarrassment.

"Ohhh an Italian in the house!" Angeli giggled.

Uhh something like that. She asked a few more standard questions such as birth date, blood type etc. It was only then that I realised my upcoming birthday is due in less than two weeks.

"So is the baby father present?" She enquired.

"No. He's not and will never be." My voice cracked.

The questionnaire was eventually done and I was given drowsy medication. The nurse told me I was rather underweight for a pregnant lady my size and my blood pressure was too low for me to be discharged.

C left for work shortly afterwards and I drifted off to catch some z's.

Later that noon, I woke up with the desperation to quench my thirst. As I was about to snatch the bottled water from my side table, something interrupted me. A bouquet of blooming yellow roses arranged with white daisies sat in a tall crystal vase. It was glowing. My jaw dropped to the floor. I peeked over and there was a little note calling my name. I read it once. I read it twice. I couldn't believe my deceiving eyes. I even rubbed them hard and looked nervously again. The words didn't change. My eyes didn't lie.

Get well soon! - Ace

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Jess.