Nineteen

Chapter Seventy-Seven

He bends down and kisses my check and I whimper at the connection. He's cold.
"What do you want?" I whimper out. I open my eyes again.
He's just staring at me. He takes his hand and rubs it through my hair.
"You," he hisses out. "And I'm going to have you." His hands rake down my stomach and play with the bottom of my shirt. I scream again.
His fist connects with the other side of my jaw and I'm lifeless. I can't say anything more. My eyes are fluttering in and out and I'm unsure what he's doing now.
For half of a second I feel his hand on my bare stomach. That's when I realize what's about to happen.
My mouth is full of blood and I can feel my face covered in it. I open my eyes and I can see my cast is slightly cracked from the fall, but it's only barely damaged.
That's when I realize it; my cast.
I take my arm and slam it against the side of his face. He falls off of me and holds his head. "What the hell?" He screams.
I raise up and use it to hit him again, this time in the front of his face, connecting with this nose and lips. The blood starts to fall.
I use it again, and again, and then a third and fourth time. By this time he's not moving.
I smash it against his stomach a few times before I take off running. When I get out into the open a couple of students see me. "Oh my god!" One of the girls yell, and most of the groups eyes shift to me.
I'm dizzy from the loss of blood and sudden burst of energy, so I fall to my knee when I reach the grass. I look up and see spinning faces hovering over me. All I can do is point behind the building where he is. I point until I black out.

When I wake up, I see a nurse and someone dressed in a police uniform. I close my eyes again. When I open them up, the police is standing in front of me and the nurse is gone.
It takes me a few moments to realize who it is. "Mac?" I say through gritted teeth. Gritted teeth? My head is wrapped in some kind of bandage where I can only open a partial of my mouth.
"Yeah, it's me."
"What are you doing?" My eyes rake his uniform.
"I'm not an actual cop. I'm just an axillary officer," he looks down at what he's wearing.
I look at him. He realizes I can't speak efficiently, so he speaks up again. "I'm here to get your confirmation on the story of what happened. They picked up the guy behind the library with a broken nose and fractured skull."
I lift my arm to look at my cast. It's covered in dried blood and I close my eyes.
He grabs a wet wipe from the table and wipes it off for me. I watch him the whole time and I hope he can see my appreciation.
"So, the statement says that he approached you behind the building, and you acted in self defense when he attacked you."
I nod my head. He signs a paper when the nurse walks in.
"Miss Shay, you're cleared to return home, so I'm going to give you a moment to change clothes. Is there anyone I can call to come and get you?"
Before I can speak, Mac does. "I can take her." She smiles and leaves the room, placing my clothes on the bed.
I raise up and unfold them. The shirt is covered in blood and I place it back down. I grab my pants and walk into the bathroom.
I slide into them and look at myself in the mirror. My face is swollen and my head is covered in white bandages to hold my jaw in place. I look at myself for a while.
When I step out, Mac hands me a shirt. "It's from my car. Just an extra that I keep." I try to smile, but nothing moves. I step back into the bathroom to change.
Mac helps me slide my shoes on, and he gathers my things for me.
"You have a completely broken jaw," he says as he leads me into the hallway.
I stop at the nurses station and sign a few papers. They tell me goodbye and then Mac grabs my hand to help me walk. I'm dizzy from the blood loss.