Chosen

Part 15

I grabbed my phone a dialed 9-1-1 "9-1-1 what's your emergency?" "Hi, my names Bella, I live at 6134 Jim Rosa lane. My ex-boyfriend is at my house and is attacking me, my roommate, and my friend." I spoke very scratchy and quietly. "Okay ma'am, help is on the way. Would you like to remain on the line?" The woman had a comforting voice, "no thank you. I will be okay. I just want him out of here." I was still laying on the ground speaking quietly so that Blake wouldn't understand. "I understand. Call again if it gets worse." "Okay. Have a good day." I hung up the phone, I couldn't get up. I tried hard to stand but I couldn't, then everything went black. After what felt like a second I could hear sirens, and people calling my name. I tried to open my eyes but it wasn't working, so rather I tried to move my hand. I felt my fingers twitch, this was infuriating why can't I move? "Bella!" I heard a faint voice speak out over the rest of the noise. I tried harder to open my eyes. I can feel them fluttering, but they won't open. "Sir, you are going to have to calm down." I hear another voice. "Where am I?" I speak thinking that it was in my head. "You are in an ambulance." I heard one of the voices say. "Can you try and open your eyes again?" He speaks again. I push hard to open them, when I do I'm blinded by a white light. "That's bright." I try to yell but I just squeak. "Oh. I'm sorry. I hear a click and then open my eyes again. Everything's blurry, "ugh. I can't see." I said annoyed. The man laughs. "Ma'am you're just regaining consciousness, you will be able to see fine in a few moments." "Oh okay. What happened?" "Blake was choking you then I pushed him and he let go. Someone called the cops and that's when I noticed you were passed out on the ground." I hear a voice speak. "Who are you?" I didn't recognize the figure or the voice. "Colby." That's Colby? He sounds like he was hurt. "Are you okay?" I ask moving my body as I regain strength. "I'm okay. Nothing but little scratches and bruises." I could hear the shame in his voice. "I'm more worried about you." He spoke again. "No need to be concerned about me. I'm alright. I promise." I smiled. "You have a great boyfriend." The EMT spoke up again. "Oh, not my boyfriend." I laughed a little. "Oh. Okay then." I felt awkward tension build. As we get to the hospital I can see clearly and can stand. "We just want to do some tests. Then you should go to the police station." The EMT looks at me and smiles.