She Will Be Loved

She Will Be Loved (Chapter 19)

Hannah's POV

"Please, please Bobby don't do this." I beg him as he walks towards me, tears running down my face as a sick smile spreads across his face. The chains across my hands and ankles making it impossible for me to move away. Looking around I try to find something to help me get away, the concreat walls completely bare as well as the floor. "No Hannah, it's not that simple. You have left me for the last time." He grabs my face and forces me to look at him, "If you just agree to be a good girl and stay with me, never having any contact with Adam again, I will release you and we will be happy again. But if not," The sickening smile spreads as he chuckles and picks up a knife on the table. "Then I guess we have to do things the fun way." I whimper as I try to pull away, the cold blade pressing against my cheek creating a small cut. Flinching I hiss, "I would rather be dead." Spitting in his face I turn away. He slaps me hard enough to make me face the other direction, "I would reconsider that dear." His hand slowly runs down to my swollen stomach, "It would be a shame if anything ever happened to OUR child." My eyes go wide as I try to get away from him, "This baby is made from me and ADAM. Not you!" His smile grows even more as he traces the knife across my belly button. "You just don't know when to shut up do you?" He nicks my belly with the knife, causing another hiss of pain to come from my mouth. "Either you will be mine, or you will be no ones." I look up into his eyes, my own full of hate. The tension between us builds with the silence. My lack of reply giving him his answer, "No one it is then." With that his knife plunges into the soft skin of my stomach. My screams echo off the walls as I thrash around in the chair. He keeps his knife stuck in me as he grabs the phone, dialing a number. "Tell him goodbye." He says in a low voice. Tears pour down my face as I hear Adam's voice on the other end. "Adam..." I whisper out weakly, the pain getting worse as Bobby pushes the knife deeper. "Adam I am so sorry. I love you so much." Bobby pulls the phone away from me and puts it on speaker phone. I hear Adam screaming for me, begging me to tell him where we are. "Say goodbye to the love of our lives Adam."

Adam's POV

"NO! DAMN IT BOBBY LET HER GO!" Speeding down the road I go to the first place I could think of, the bar. Hannah's voice sounds so weak, as if she is in pain. "Please don't hurt her!" My tears cloud the road as I drive faster, her screams of pain making my foot automaticlly accelorate. "It's too late for that Adam." The sound of metal sliding on metal makes my heart stop. "Hannah baby I love you! I am coming to get you!" I try to calm and relax her but it just makes her cry harder. "It didn't have to be this way." His sadistic voice fills the speaker in my phone before a loud BANG! "No!" I scream, recognizing the sound of a gunshot. The line goes dead. Banging my fist against the steering wheel I drive faster, pulling up to the bar. I throw the car in park and jump out, running inside. Everything was empty except for one man at the counter, "Where is he?" I yell. "Who?" His confusion only fuels my panic and anger. "Bobby! Where's Bobby!" He points to the flight of stairs by the bar. Running down to the basement I rip open the door, "HANNAH!" I yell, getting no responce. The soft sound of whimpering can be heard further back in the room. I run towards the sound, praying it wasn't too late. The sight in front of me stopping my heart. Hannah laid on the floor, flat on her back and gasping for air. A knife stuck out of her stomach, her hands holding the blade tightly to try and remove it. "Baby I am here! I am here!" I push the hair out of her face, trying to calm her. Quickly I call 911, keeping my eyes on hers and wiping away her tears. "I got you baby." I reasure her, kissing her forehead. "Where's Bobby?" I ask her looking around, finally noticing the body in the corner. "He's dead." She manages out in a shakey breath. I look at her in confusion, knowing better than to question it now. The ambulance arives five minutes after I called, quickly setting her on the stretcher. The scene felt sickly familiar. "Don't leave me baby." I beg her as I hold her hand, following them outside to the ambulace. Her eyes roll back as they close, her hand going slack against mine. "No! No Hannah!" I begin to cry again as I hold onto her hand tightly. "Sir you need to step back!" The sound of the security guards voice snaps me out of my daze. I watch as they push her past the operating room doors. My hands shaking as I lean against the wall, my eyes filled with tears. The room starts to spin as I slide further down on to the floor, not being able to stand any longer. I can't lose her. I just can't.