Pure Bliss

12.

Screaming. That's what echoed through my mind. Nick's awful, blood curdling screams. Everything was still black as I fought hard to escape. Nick's name was the only thing that registered in my brain. Nick. Nick. Nick. I finally felt myself break through the barrier. Pain erupted everywhere, but I kept thrashing. I needed my baby. I needed to hold him in my arms.

"Claire, stop! You'll make your injuries worse." Keagon's voice seemed distant.

I finally opened my eyes to see him trying to hold me down. "Nick," I was able to croak out.

At the same moment, the doctors came running in to restrain me. I finally calmed down enough when I heard a doctor say sedate. They couldn't put me under. I needed to know where my baby was. Keagon brought me some water, that I eagerly drank. As soon as he set the cup down, I tried to ask again. "Where is my baby? Where is Nick?"

The look on Keagon's face told me everything I needed to know. I screamed out in agony.

"No. No. No." I repeated.

"Claire, we are looking everywhere. I will find him! If it's the last thing I do!" He said with determination, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Witnesses saw everything, so I have good descriptions and know exactly what they are driving, incluing the license plate." I nodded. As I felt the darkness take over, I welcomed it.

"I need my baby Keagon. Promise to bring me my baby?" I begged, tears streaming down my face. I faintly heard his reply, just as I went out.

"I promise, Claire."

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The next time I woke up, I automatically knew I wasn't alone. Rolling over, I quickly sat up, seeing who was in the room. My eyes were murderous. I knew that. He stood up from the chair, slowing back up.

"Claire?"

I shot up from the bed, throwing a swift punch to his face. Then I took my other hand, back handing him. He just stood there and took it. Which made me more mad. The door busted open, and I was grabbed from behind.

"I deserved that."

"Let me go, Keagon!" I knew it was him, I could tell by the way his arms felt around me. "You fucking bastard. My baby is gone because of you, Joey! If aything happens to him, I will kill you. Do you understand me? Why the fuck are you even here?"

"I called him." I froze in the arms that were holding me.

"Why?" I whispered.

"He has to be the reason behind this. I need to do everything to find Nick, Claire. That included calling him. I didn't know his name or anything so, when they recovered your cell phone, I redialed the one Washington number on there."

I nodded, slumping against him. Feeling every ounce of energy drain out of me. Keagon then picked me up and carried me to my hospital bed.

"How long?" I asked. How long has my baby been gone? Have I been out?

"Two days." The reply came from someone else. I turned to to see a doctor in the doorway. He stepped in coming over to my side. "You shouldn't be out of bed. You have a concussion. No broken bones, but you are pretty scratched up and bruised. Honestly, I'm surprised you were even able to get out of bed." He ended.

"It's called rage." I stated.

He nodded. "Just try to stay in bed , next time please?" I nodded as he gave me pain killers then left the room.

Keagon was next, leaving without a word. He was acting different.

I studied Joey Trace from my bed. He reminded me of a pretty boy. I can see why I was attracted to him that night though. Even without alcohol in my system he was good looking. But he would of never been my type. I don't know how I didn't realize he had money that night either. He screams rich. His blonde hair, perfect face, smooth hands, and the magnificent way he dresses. It's all there. Even in the way he holds himself.

"What are you doing here, Joey?" I sighed.

"I'm not heartless." He stated. "I wouldn't been able to live with myself, if I was the reason behind this. After seeing all of the evidence though. I know I am. I have a lot of enemies. People who want my company, and then people who just don't like me. I may not want a son or family, but I never would of wished harm upon ya'll. "

I nodded. I closed my eyes feeling the meds go into effect. "Sleep, Claire. I'll be here when you wake up. If anything happens I'll let you know."

I didn't even care to be honest. The only thing that mattered to me was Nick. Where was he? Was he okay? I started thinking of everything that could be wrong, and I knew tears were running down my face. I didn't try to stop them. My life. My whole reason for my existence,  was gone. Ripped away from me. My baby. My sweet sweet baby. Please be okay was the last thing I thought before escaping into the oblivion.