The One That Got Away (GIRLXGIRL)

Chapter Eighteen

Belle's POV

Silence.

In the past few weeks there had been way so much drama that I couldn't remember what silence felt like. It was silent, even the winds were still, my breaths slow and calm, something I missed in my life. I heard nothing, I saw nothing and I felt nothing. My conscience was finally quiet. My mouth was stuck just like my eyelids that failed to rise and give me the chance to see where this silent place was.

What was going on? Why weren't my demons bothering me? Where was I? The darkness I was in suddenly formed life. I saw a woman who was broken, her face wet with tears. Behind her was a young girl, she looked very scared and she was crying also. There was suddenly so much noise, shattering sounds, glasses being thrown around in the house and then there was a man. The silence turned to chaos and I felt stuck watching three people I didnt find familiar.

"You don't deserve to be a father," the woman cried, her arms shielding the little girl.

"Belle come here! Come to daddy now!" the man barked, lurching towards them.

He looked like a lunatic, blood trickling from his forehead and nose. His shirt torn all over. He wasn't familiar but something in me told me I knew him. He approached the woman and the kid and suddenly produced a gun in his hands. The woman looked scared but she didn't back down from shielding the little girl from the crazy man.

"Give me my child you whore!"

"Our child! She's our child Bobby! Kill me if you want her 'cause I'll never give her to you just like that."

"Don't test me, I don't want to hurt you," the man said, his facial expression becoming sad, he was only about ten feet from the woman and the kid.

"No! You've already hurt me, if you want her you'll have to go through me first."

His face became expressionless as he grit his teeth and spoke in a low growl, "Your wish is my command then."

Blood.

All I could smell was blood. The picture of the dead woman lying lifeless on the floor made me clench my fists. The little girl's screams hurt my ears. I tried so hard to not just watch but help her, but, it was hard. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. She screamed more as the man dragged her on the floor. He suddenly threw her across the room and she landed on the hard floor with a thud but he didn't seem to care. She looked hurt. She was hurt.

"I killed her Isabelle," he laughed like a maniac, "I killed that slut. I killed her but I want her back, I want your hoe of a mother back!"

My fists clenched again. I wanted to protect the girl. I was afraid of what the man could do to her. She looked so young and so helpless...

"I love her," the man suddenly cried, "I love her so damn much."

"Papa," the girl sobbed in return, crouching, her wild brown eyes on her lifeless mother.

"I'm sorry Belle, but when you grow up you'll know that sometimes the world takes away everything that you live for and love is bitch so never let yourself fall in its trap," the man spoke through his own tears, holding up his gun to his head and suddenly pulling the trigger. Blood splattered on the young girl's face as she screamed, her body shuddering and her world darkening.

The smell of blood continued to invade my nostrils. I was screaming in my head but my mouth was stuck. I couldn't move, I couldn't feel myself.

"She's still breathing! We're taking her to ICU! Prepare the team ASAP!"

A different scene surfaced in my mind. A woman lying in a stretcher, blood covering her and paramedics rushing her inside an ambulance. Who's she? The dead crazy man, where had he gone? The kid, she was crying, I could still hear her but she I couldn't see her either.

"One! Two! Three! Now!"

A voice sounded from a distance. The lifeless looking woman was being revived. She looked hopelessly dead and I wondered why they kept trying. More importantly, I wondered why I was seeing this. Who was she and why couldn't I feel anything? What the hell was going on!

"Her breaths are becoming slower by the second! She's dying!"

"Let's do it one more time! One! Two! Three! Now!"

Silence.

Everything became quiet again. What's going on, had I died yet? I was still motionless, I couldn't feel, I couldn't remember anything. Why was it silent again. Had I managed to fight for my life or was I dead? I was surrounded by darkness. It was comforting but confusing. Why couldn't I open my eyes if I was alive? I guess there was nothing else I could do other than staying in the silence. I slipped away and got lost in the quietness.

***

"She's a fighter."

"Absolutely, what matters is that she's still breathing. Did you get any information about who she is?"

"They found some stuff in her car, her phone was broken but the police managed to get the papers to publish about her and luckily we got a call from someone who knows her."

"Okay. Did you tell the person?"

"I didn't say or ask much, I questioned if the person knew who she was and she seemed to know her very well. And I'm pretty sure the police spoke to her too."

"Good, now we wait."