I stood between red and blue lights flashing in the misty night. Holding onto my bleeding shoulder. I watched as he, the man who had mentally fucked me up getting held down by his head on the car as he screamed growling, "Wait! I love you y/n! Please!"
"Shut the fuck up." The officer slammed his head against the vehicle as he groans in pain.
The rain drops made me feel congested. My skin burned with every drop that touched my body. My ears rang with all the things he had said to me. The way he called out my name. The way he begged for me to listen to him.
My vision went blurry, I couldn't see. Just hear as he called my name out several times begging me to help him. He wasn't how I remembered. It was different.
Suddenly it got hard to breath as I felt my wound throb. It was loss of blood. I fell to the cold concrete as an officer rushed to me. The last thing I remember seeing was his expression. His sharp eyes watching worried as his jaw clenched.
It was a expression of concern and satisfaction.
Was he worried? Or was he happy? That was when I saw a smile creep up on his face as he watched the officer holding him down.
That was when I knew exactly what he planned.
"Wait..." I heavily breathed out wanted to warn the officer of his upcoming action. But it was too late. I was out cold.
Waking up to the knocking of a gun on my head, my eyes widened at the sight three policemen bleeding out, "I didn't expect this from you y/n." I see two heads towering above me.
