Bad Boy Saved Me From Suicide

I Don't Want This To Be Goodbye

Recap~~~~~~~~~

I got up from the booth, looked into Andy's eyes for what I thought would be the last time, as a single tear rolled down my face. He was confused, his face said it all. I mouthed "Get down," just as he entered the restaurant, gun already pointed.

BANG!!

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    It's all over. This is it for me. I closed my eyes as I prepare myself for the impact that was inevitable to come at this point. That is, until I felt two strong hands push me out of the way, my body quickly falling to the floor. I heard a manly grunt, the pain evident as his limp body hit the ground. I still didn't know who it was, my mind racing through all the possibilities until I finally saw who the limp body on the floor belonged to. 

    "Dad?" I questioned, as if my eyes were playing tricks on me. I saw the blood begin to pool around his body, then the reality of everything hit me. My dad pushed me out of the way, taking the bullet and saving my life. Using every bit of strength I had left I got to his body as fast as I could, picking up his limp body as I lay his head on my lap. I didn't even realize the tears that had been spilling down my cheeks. "Non voglio perderti papà, non di nuovo, ti ho appena riavuto e non sono pronto a dirti addio. Per favore papà, per favore." (I don't want to lose you dad, not again, I just got you back and I'm not ready to say goodbye. Please papa, please). The tears continue to flow as the fear of losing my dad sinks back in. I just got him back and everything felt like it was going back to normal. I couldn't say goodbye to him. I went off of pure instinct, ripping off part of my shirt to wrap his wound, creating a make shift tourniquet as he was losing a good amount of blood. Someone who worked at the restaurant had already called the ambulance, so I was just trying to prevent his blood loss from getting worse. 

    The whole time all of this was happening, I hadn't even realized the other scene played out before me. I spent this time worrying about my dad, that I didn't focus no the other problem at hand, but that doesn't mean that Eth and Andy weren't. They must have jumped up when the gun shots went off, both of them going for Noah, I don't think either of them realized this part of the scene either, as they were too focused trying to unarm Noah. When I looked over at them, they had him pinned to the floor, the gun away from his reach. Even if it wasn't, there's no way he's getting out of their grasp, my boys are too strong, and he had nothing on the both of them. 

    The ambulance finally arrived after what felt like eternity, but in reality they got here within minutes of the call. I'm hoping they got here fast enough to save my dad. They automatically ran to my dad, lifting him on to the gurney, the police following suit shortly after, taking Noah into custody. I was so overwhelmed, I didn't know what to do, what to think. I felt frozen. 'Just get to the hospital and try to keep your calm as best you can. Breath Em just breath,' I told myself, trying to control my emotions. 

   "C'mon Em, we're  loading into the car to go to the hospital," Eth tried to break me out of my current daze. I followed everyone out to the car, Eth driving, Andy up front, and me in the back. The drive there was eerily silent, but at this moment, I preferred it to be quiet. I don't even feel like I have the strength to say anything, and I think they both understood. That and I don't believe they felt they could talk either. 

    We were at the hospital within 10 minutes, but it felt like a lot longer. The boys were getting out of the car, but I stayed frozen in my spot, staring ahead into the vast nothingness of the parking lot. Eth opened my door, shoeing Andy to go inside, as if to say, "I got this." Andy was hesitant, but grudgingly gave a small nod and continued to walk towards the door. He kneeled beside me, still outside the car and I turned to meet his gaze. That's when I lost it, I fell into his arms and balled. "It's all my fault Eth. All of this. I'm not ready to say goodbye, I just got him back, and it's gonna be my fault if we lose him." I continue for the next 5 minutes at least, crying into his arms and ranting about how all of this is my fault.