I screamed. I screamed until my throat was raw. Spark grabbed me around my waist and turned me around, holding his hands over my eyes.
"Call 911! Call 911!" I yelled over and over, sobbing into his shoulder.
Sparks POV
I walked Skye to the couch and had her wait there. My head pounded from the blow I took from her fathers gun and I was feeling light headed. I ran back into the kitchen and grabbed the phone from the counter.
After calling the police, I grabbed the emergency kit from under the sink and sat beside Gray's still form. He had a gaping hole in his right forearm and I could see the hilt of a knife protruding from his rib cage. I checked his neck for a pulse. It was there, but barely. Come one, kid. Be okay. His light hair was sticking up and his face was drained of color.
"Oh god," I heard Skye yell. Her footsteps were heavy as she ran to the bathroom, slamming the door. I could hear her retching. A wave a nausea hit me, but I held it back as I followed her, and held back her hair. Rubbing her back, I wrapped her in what I hoped was a reassuring hug.
"It'll be okay," I whispered.
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"Yeah and she's my girlfriend so you can stop eye raping her and cut to the chase." The young Dr. Tom immediately looked up at me and flushed. He cleared his throat.
"Well, come with me and we can discuss the boy's condition," he said, motioning towards a small conference room in the E.R. I grasped Skye's hand and pulled her behind me down the hall to the room. She hasn't said a word in hours. I'm really worried for her, and Gray.
"He has a ruptured kidney and he's in a coma...I don't know if he'll wake up anytime soon, but he'll sure have a concussion from his head hitting the ground when he fell," he explained.
"Doctor! He's awake!" A frantic blonde nurse called from Gray's room. Skye's eyes raised in hope and she jumped up, following the Dr. to her brother's room. I followed, but they pulled the two of us out of the room, saying that they had to go to the O.R. immediately.
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A few hours later, the doctor came into the room where we had been waiting, a fake smiled plastered on his detoxed face.
"I'm afraid to tell you...um...We did everything we could, but you see...He didn't make it," he struggled to say.
Skye rammed her head into my shoulder, and sobbed the rest of the evening.
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Skye's POV
Spark kept his arm firmly around my shoulders as he drove us home.
"You okay?" He asked, clearly concerned. I forced a small smile, "I'm fine." He grinned, "I have a surprise for you!"
I rolled my eyes, "Oh god, what is it?" I hate surprises. He rolled down the windows, letting the cold night breeze caress my face. Much to my pleasure, he then put in his Black Veil Brides CD, which we sang along to the entire way home.
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The smell of alcohol filled my nose as my father came into my childhood room.
"Daddy," my five year old self squeaked, "please don't hurt me," I pleaded, tears cascading down my face before he even reached my bed. My cry had only seemed to fuel his rage as he stumbled through my room, knocking down my lamp and everything on my dresser.
"Shuddub, you stoobid skank," he slurred, wobbling towards me. I whimpered as he hit me. Over, and over, and over.
"Becuz of you! Yore the reason she died! It's all yore goddamn fault!" He screamed, swiping his arm across my desk, knocking my finger paints to the floor. They opened and spilled all over the carpet.
"Dammit! Clean this shit up, you good fer nuthin' little shit!"
I cried and cringed at his words. He slapped me, hard.
"NOW!"
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I sat up in bed, panting and sweating. Great, the nightmares are back.
