Chasing You (Terrell Clarricoates Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25

My head pounds as I slowly peel my eyes open. It's dark as I look around. I'm in Terrell's bedroom at the mafia. I'm laying in the bed with an ice pack sitting on my chest. It's so cold that my chest is numb. I lift my arm and it aches as I pull the ice pack off of me. I notice that I'm only wearing a sports bra and jeans when I pull the sheet up. There's purple bruising on my chest. Confusion fills me before I recall what happened.

Terrell shot me. He told me awful things before he shot me. I had the bullet proof vest on. It hurt so bad, the force of the bullet. It knocked the wind out of me and I couldn't breathe. That's the last thing I remember.

I sit up slowly using my elbows to push myself up. I groan as my chest feels heavy. I lift my hand to touch my bruised skin and it's ice cold. God knows how long that ice pack was on me for.

I swing my legs off the bed to touch the floor. I instantly feel nauseous. I immediately run to to the bathroom and lock the door before kneeling in front of the toilet. I vomit and gasp for air as I can't breathe.

After I finish, I sit on the floor and wait for the second wave of nausea to hit. A knock at the door makes my head spin.

"Caroline, are you alright?" Terrell's calm voice speaks through the door.

"Yeah," I say with a shaky voice. My whole body is shaking uncontrollably from vomiting. I take a few deep breathes. I didn't even think about Terrell. What am I gonna say to him? He used Daniel's words against me. My nerves kick on, forcing the second wave of nausea to come sooner rather than later. I lean over the toilet and hurl my guts out. The door knob jiggles for a second when I take a minute to catch my breathe.

"Caroline, I have some medicine for you. Please unlock the door," his voice is almost sad. I take a deep breath before responding.

"Can you leave it by the door please. I just need a minute," I ask. I know he doesn't want to.

"Okay," I hear him say softly. I wait quietly until I hear the bedroom door open and close. I crawl over and fumble with the lock before opening the door. He left two pill bottles and a bottle of water. I grab both. I sit against the counter. One is pain pills and the other is for nausea. I take both and down the water. I feel like I haven't slept in days.

I stand and walk over to the bed. I grab my phone off the nightstand and it says it's 4am. I crawl under the covers and lay my head on Terrell's pillow before slowly drifting off to sleep.

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I wake up to bright morning sun. The bed dips softly which tells me Terrell is sitting behind me. I try to keep my breathing patterns even, I don't want him knowing I'm awake. I haven't seen him since last night. I'm almost afraid to look into his eyes. I wanted it so badly when that gun was at my head and he wouldn't. But when he did, his eyes were dark and full of hatred and anger and it was all directed at me. I don't want to see that again. I know deep down that I won't but I just want to close my eyes forever.

I realize I'm still in only jeans and a sports bra. I forgot to put a shirt on when I climbed into bed. I need to say something to him. I need to get this over with.

"Terrell?" I mumble. I feel the bed move as he goes to get up, probably to come to my side of the bed to see me.

"Don't move. Please. Just stay there," I say softly. I feel him sink back into the bed.

"Okay," he says almost in a whisper.

"How are you feeling?" He asks.

"Fine," I say.

"I need to know what you're thinking," Terrell says. I don't even know what I'm thinking.

"You used Daniel's words," I mumble as a lump forms in my throat.

"I know baby. I'm so sorry. I had to hurt you. I had to make him believe that it was real. I needed your reaction to be real," he says softly.

"Please look at me, I need to see you," he says.

"I'm not even upset about you shooting me. Its- it was the look in your eyes when those words rolled of your tongue like nothing," I say.

"I don't know what to say to make this better. I had to, Caroline. I would've never said that to you if I didn't think it was the only option," he says.

"I know. I know," I sigh. I can't be mad at him. He saved my life but it still hurts.

"Let me look at you," he begs. I roll over to face him but I look down. I don't meet his eyes. The blankets fall at my waist so he has a view of my chest as well. I feel his gaze on me and it takes everything in me not to meet it. I close my eyes for a second. He scoots closer.

"Please look at me," he says. I keep my eyes closed as a tear drips down my nose and onto the pillow.

"Baby, look at me," he says in a whisper. I open my eyes and look up to meet his gaze. More tears fall from relief as his eyes are back to the hazel swirls that I remembered so clearly. His eyes stare into mine. He gives me a sympathetic look before he brings his hand up to my face and wipes my wet cheeks.

"I would never say those words with any truth behind them," he says confidently. I nod my head and bite my lip as my eyes get watery again. He finally pulls my body closer to him as I lay submerged in his chest with his arms around me tightly. He kisses my head. I grip his shirt in my fists and hold onto him for dear life. I'm almost afraid to let go.

Not sure where this story is headed but I will keep you all updated on when the last chapter will be and then from there, if I plan on doing a sequel. Please let me know what you guys want to see! Sequels? More chapters? I need some feedback! I appreciate you guys! Also Terrell knows this is a thing so... yikessss 😬😂