(Bradga; RPF) Affair of the Heart

Chapter Five

I'm baaaack!!!! So, this chapter is pretty short. The next one will be longer, I promise. Hope ya'll enjoy and thanks for sticking around. 

Chapter Five

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion for Bradley. He saw Christian flinch, then he heard the gunshot. He wasn't fast enough and he knew it.

He heard the scream. Her scream. Then the blood. So much blood.

He knelt next to Stefani, tears pouring down his cheeks. "Look at...look at me, baby. Please, Stef...open...open your eyes."

He looked around frantically for his phone. Finding it, he quickly dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Yeah, um...there's been...m-my girlfriend, she's...someone shot her," he managed to get out through his tears. "Please...you...we need an ambulance."

Okay, Sir, I need you to try and calm down," she said calmly. "Is your girlfriend breathing and does she have a pulse?"

Terrified of what he would find, he rested his hand over her mouth and felt her breath and then reached out and checked for a pulse. Finding one, his tears increased with his relief. 

"She's...yeah, she's...she's breathing and...and she has a pulse," he said.

Okay, that's very good. Now, where was she shot?"

"In her...her abdomen and...and she's...she's pregnant."

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Christian felt the gun slip from his fingers and hit the floor. His eyes were wide with fear and disbelief.

"Is she...?" he trailed off.

When Bradley turned around, he saw red. He was on his feet in an instant and punched Christian with everything he had. The older man fell instantly to the ground; no match for Bradley in his inebriated state.

Once he was down, Bradley kicked him several times. He would have continued but felt himself being pulled away from the target of his rage. He started struggling.

"Get the fuck off me!" he yelled.

"Sir, calm down!" another voice yelled.

Bradley stopped struggling and turned enough to see that it was an LAPD officer who had ahold of him.

"Want to tell me who he is?" the cop questioned.

"He's the fucking bastard who shot my girlfriend," Bradley hissed out between his clenched teeth. " His name is Christian Carino."

The paramedics were working on Stefani and quickly Bradley turned his attention back to her.

"Does she have any medical conditions we should know about?" one of them asked.

Bradley nodded as he collapsed into a chair. "Yeah, ah, yes she does. She, um, she has fibromyalgia and she's...she's preg...pregnant."

They went back to work trying to stem the flow of blood. Bradley's cell phone rang again and he saw that it was his mother.

"Hi, Mom," he stuttered out threw fresh tears. "Um, I..."

"Bradley, what's wrong?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm...there's been an...an accident. I'm...I'm at Stef's and she's...Mom, she's been shot."

"Oh, my Lord," Gloria gasped. "Where are they taking her?"

Bradley was crying so hard he could barely speak. "I don't...I don't know where. I'll..."

One of the paramedics turned around. "Northridge, Sir. It's the closest trauma center."

"I heard him, Son,"  his mother replied. "I'll be there. Stay strong, Son."

Within moments of hanging up the phone, he watched them load her onto the backboard. He ran to grab his shirt, wallet and stuffed his bare feet into his sneakers.

"I'm going with you," he told the paramedics.

"Figured you would, Mr. Cooper," the paramedic said.

Bradley eyes widened a bit when he realized that both paramedics and the police officers had recognized them both.

"If you don't mind, could you...?"

"Our lips are sealed," one of the cops said. "Is there anyone we can call for you? Her family? Yours?"

"I just...that was my mother on...on my phone," he said as he began following them down the stairs and out of the house.

He barely registered a handcuffed Christian being led out just ahead of them. It took everything in him not to lash out at Christian again. But he knew that would not help Stefani. As the stepped outside he looked up when he heard a helicopter. He watched wide-eyed as MercyAir landed on the property.

His heart was in his throat as he sat in the chopper holding Stefani's hand.

Her very cold hand.