Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I don’t even know how long I’ve been here, to be honest. He keeps coming in and out, each time getting more and more frantic. “Sammy,” I beg, “please let me go home.” The tears roll down my cheeks. “I won’t tell them anything. You can leave, and I’ll never say anything.”
He sits down at the edge of the bed. “I can’t leave you,” he says, a soft, evil smile filling his face. “You’re the love of my life, and I can’t live without you.” His hand comes out to hold mine. “In time, you will love me. You are going to love the life we have. You are going to love the children we create.” His eyes light up. “I’ve been planning this since the first week I met you.” I swallow the bile. “You didn’t even know.” The pride in his voice fills the room. “Started to plan slowly but surely. Took care of everything I had to. Made sure you stopped taking your birth control by replacing them with sugar pills.”
“What?” I whisper.
“I couldn’t let your body be filled with all of that. I want you pregnant right away, so I had to.” He smiles from ear to ear, holding my hand and squeezing it harder in his hand. “I found us a house already. It’s nothing big, but I’m going to work my ass off to make sure you and our babies are taken care of.”
I’m about to answer him when the sounds of crashing come from the other room. He jumps off the bed. “Don’t say a fucking word.”
“Heeelllppp!” I start screaming. “Heellpp me, I’m in here.” He rushes over to me, putting his hand over my mouth, my head moving side to side. “I’m in the bedroom wall.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he hisses. One of his hands moves to the side of his jeans, and the next thing I feel is a burning sensation in my side. I move to the side and feel the burn spread to my back.
“Help me!” I scream one more time before I hear more voices, and he’s ripped off me. “Help me.” I try to keep my eyes open as I see Charlie rush to me.
“I’m here,” he soothes, and I sob out, my eyes going to the side, seeing Emmett. The pressure in my chest feels like someone is sitting on it. “Shit,” he says, looking at me. “Shit, we need a medic,” he says and then looks over toward Emmett, who has Sammy’s shirt in both his fists, as he slams him over and over into the wall.
The warmth filling my hand, and when I move my hand, it’s covered in my blood. “She’s bleeding pretty bad,” Charlie says as my vision gets hazy.
My head gets heavy as I look to the side. Emmett is on top of Sammy, his hand coming up and then blowing down on him over and over again. “Stop,” I croak out, holding out my hand for him. “Emmett.” I call his name, but he’s so focused on Sammy that he doesn’t hear me.
“Emmett!” Charlie screams, running to him. “Emmett!” He grabs his hand, and I hear Sammy groan. “She’s bleeding, and she needs you.” It’s like Emmett isn’t even there. “We need to get her help.” His voice goes low. “She needs you.” He blinks, and ever so slowly, his head turns my way.
His eyes find mine, and I can see his lips move as he says my name. “Lilah.” The tears are running down his face. “Lilah,” he repeats my name, but my eyes are having trouble staying open.
He moves, rushing to my side. “Where the fuck are the keys to the cuffs?” he hisses at Charlie, who is now going through Sammy’s pockets as he just lies there.
“Here.” He hands them to Emmett. “She’s been stabbed,” he says, and I feel his hand on mine.
“I’m going to get you out of here, baby.” I open my eyes when I feel his face next to mine. “I’m going to get you out of here.” The tears rolling down his face are seeping into the hospital gown I’m wearing. “It’s going to be okay.” He goes to the other hand, letting my hands free. I feel his hand touch my forehead and go into my hair. “Stay with me,” he pleads, his voice in a panic. “Where is help?” he says over his shoulder at Charlie, who has kicked the knife away from Sammy. He turns back. “Help is coming, baby,” he reassures me and bends to kiss my lips. “Don’t leave me.” His voice is desperate, and my eyes shutter closed, the blackness taking me while he yells, “Don’t fucking leave me!”
Chapter Forty
EMMETT
I touch her, making sure she’s real and not just in my mind. “Stay with me.” I panic when her face gets paler than it was. “Where is help?” I ask Charlie, who is standing by a bloody and unconscious Sammy. Charlie kicks the knife I didn’t even know Sammy was holding away from him.