Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
"I'll work with you every day to help you move and walk again.”
She nodded, giving me a small smile. "Your vitals look really good, Tracey,” the doctor said, bringing our attention back to him. "I want to monitor you one more day, and then, depending on how you're feeling in the morning, we may send you home, alright?"
She nodded in understanding. He left the room, and she patted the bed beside her. "Sit with me?" she asked, her voice still a little hoarse from not being used in so long.
I brought her hand up to my lips, placing kisses along her knuckles. "I want to lay down with you more than anything, baby, but you're hurt, and me getting on the bed isn't going to help your back."
She sighed in frustration, glaring up at the ceiling. I chuckled softly, sitting back down in the chair I had been occupying my entire time being here with her, still grasping her hand in my own. "What is today?" She turned her head toward me, looking at me with her beautiful green eyes.
"It's the twenty-third," I informed her softly. "You've been out for three weeks, baby."
She tightened her hand around mine. "Did he escape?" she whispered so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her.
I clenched my jaw. "He's rotting in fucking hell." She flinched at my tone, and I sighed, running my free hand down my face. "Sorry, baby," I whispered, kissing her hand again. "Just thinking about that bastard makes me pissed."
She shook her head at me, her way of telling me that I didn't need to apologize to her. "What do you mean he's in hell?" she asked softly.
"They had to gun him down," I informed her quietly.
I watched Tracey collapse to the floor, the most painful, horrifying scream I had ever heard in my fucking life ripping from her throat. I ran over, ignoring the gunshots as they tried to get the gun out of her dad's hand and detain him.
"Tracey!" I cried, dropping to my knees in front of her.
Fuck, not my baby girl. Not her, God, please.
I couldn't let her leave me. Fuck, the thought of losing her was almost unbearable. Blood was pouring from her back, quickly forming a puddle around her. She was fading in and out; I could see it in her eyes. I barely registered her blood seeping through my jeans as I fell to the floor next to her. All I could do was stare at her face, begging her not to leave me.
Fuck, I loved this girl. I fucking needed her.
"He's down!" I heard someone shout.
Paramedics rushed in at the same time as the gunshots stopped, pushing me out of the way to get to her. I collapsed against a bench, sobbing into my hands. She was unconscious, and they needed all of the room they could to make sure she was okay.
I was fucking helpless. I didn't know what the fuck to do. I felt like my fucking chest was being ripped the fuck apart inside.
I could barely fucking breathe through the pain and fear.
"Hey, Trevor, come on, man," Kaleb murmured from beside me, shaking my shoulder gently. I blinked up at him, trying to make out his face through my tears. He was crying, too, but nowhere near as hard as I was. "The paramedics are on their way to the hospital, and they're doing everything they can for her. Come on, man. Let's go to the hospital,” he coaxed, trying to get me to get me on my feet.
He stood up, holding his hand out to me. I grasped it, letting him pull me up to my feet. He clapped my shoulder comfortingly. "Come on, man. Tracey needs you to be strong for her,” he reminded me.
I turned my head to look at the commotion of the paramedics across the courtroom, but Kaleb shook his head at me. "He's dead. He wouldn't release the gun, and he shot two officers, one of them dead. He's done with, Trevor. Tracey will never have to worry about that bastard ever again.”
I shook my head, bringing myself out of the nightmare in my head. I had fucking dreamt of her unconscious body on that floor every time I had fallen asleep. It wasn't something I would ever forget easily, and it definitely wasn't something that was going to go into the back of my brain anytime soon.
"Are you okay?" Tracey's quietly asked, breaking through my thoughts.
I looked up at her. She reached forward, wincing as she did so, and brushed a tear off of my cheek. I scooted my chair closer to her bed, shooting her a disapproving look for hurting herself. She gave me a weak smile, making me smile at her as well.
There was that beautiful smile I had missed so fucking much.