If My Heart Was a House (An Adam Young/Breanne Düren Romance Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Breanne's POV

"B-Breanne?" I heard Adam say with his voice breaking

I turned on my side and I opened my eyes. My eyes grew wide, I sat up in bed, and I slapped my hand over my mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stared at Adam who was covered in blood and cuts and bruises. The middle of his shirt was soaked with blood. Blood was gushing from his nose and he had a black eye.

"A-Adam what happened?" I asked as I got to my shaky feet.

"My dad did this to me," he said weakly, "I...I went back home and he attacked me."

Then he burst into tears and he started sobbing uncontrollably. I felt sorry for him.

"Adam. We're going go to the bathroom and I'll get you cleaned up okay?" I said

Adam nodded his head in understanding and we went out of my room. We walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. I had Adam sit down on the edge of the bathtub and I got the first aid kit. I got a wad of tissues and handed it to Adam. He put it on his nose and I started taking care of his cuts on his face. While I patched him up, Adam had stopped crying and he was telling me what happened. His dad yelled and cussed at him to try to get Adam to leave. Then his dad attacked him and stabbed him with a kitchen knife.

"Hey I'm going remove your shirt okay? I need to see the wound," I said softly.

"Okay," Adam replied.

I removed his shirt as gently as possible and I saw a huge bruise on his chest. It was turning purple with black around the edges. I made the mistake of touching it and he cursed. His face grew bright red.

"I'm sorry for cussing," Adam whispered.

"It's fine. Feel free to cuss some more. I don't mind," I said.

Adam and I made eye contact and I smiled reassuringly. He forced a smile and I glanced down at his stab wound. I felt sick to my stomach. His wound was from below his chest all the way down to his waist. A steady stream of blood came out. I got some cloth and I tore it up into strips. Then I gently cleaned the wound and Adam was cursing like a sailor. After I cleaned his wound, I carefully tied the strips of cloth around his midsection.

"Okay I'm going to go get my parents now," I told him. I looked at him and he was sickly pale.

Adam nodded his head and I was hesitant to leave.

"Bre go get your parents," Adam said, "Besides it's best if you go out since I need to pee really bad."

I smiled and chuckled. Adam responded with a smile then I went out and I closed the door behind me. I went across the hallway into my parents room. I turned the light on and I woke them up and I told them what happened to Adam. When I mentioned the part where Adam got stabbed, they both jumped out of bed and they followed me to the bathroom. The door was still closed and my dad knocked.

"Adam?" My dad asked

"Yeah?" He replied

"We're gonna come in now okay."

"Okay," Adam said with his voice cracking.

Dad opened the door and I saw blood on the floor. Then my eyes were fixed on Adam's pants. There was a blood stain near the crotch. What? I wondered as I made eye contact with Adam. He was frowning and looked dizzy. And he had blood on the corners of his mouth.

"Is peeing and vomiting blood a bad thing?" Adam asked weakly.

"Yes," my parents and I said in unison.

Adam's face turned white.

"Adam we're going to take you to the hospital," mom said.

Adam nodded his head in agreement and he opened his mouth to speak. Instead of speaking, a bubble of blood came out, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed onto the floor.

"ADAM!" I screamed as I rushed over to him and I checked for a pulse.

He had one and my mom pulled me away while dad picked Adam up. Without a word, we all went downstairs, got shoes on, and we went out into the car. Dad put Adam in the middle of the back seat with dad on the right side and I was on the left. Mom started driving towards the hospital and I was sobbing and praying that Adam would live. Then the next thing I knew we were at the hospital sitting in the waiting room while Adam was in surgery.