“Help!” I cry out. “Somebody help!”
My phone is back on the boat, and I've never been so mad at myself for not carrying it around with me. I can't leave her to go and get it. I can't.
A thought crosses my mind, and the tiniest bit of hope emerges when I remember the piece of shit I pulled off of her. As despicable of a human being he is, he'll probably have a cell phone on him.
That piece of hope that I had dies just as quickly when I scan the area, and realize that he's gone.
“No!”
This isn't happening.
This isn't happening.
I feel fucking helpless as my eyes trail over her lifeless-looking body with the torn dress.
I think I hear sirens in the distance, but at this point, I'm not sure if it's from right now or from memories in the past that are clouding out my mind.
I start talking, fumbling with my words, telling her she can hate me if she just wakes up. I doubt I'm making any sense right now, though.
Fuck, what do I do? Do I give her CPR? She has a pulse, but it's weak.
“Remi,” my voice cracks as I look around the area and finally make a decision. “I'm going to carry you to your neighbor's house for help, okay? Stay with me. Please.”
I place an arm behind her neck and am just sliding my other arm behind her knees when I hear voices and then someone yelling, “Over here!”
All I can think is, thank fucking goodnesssomeone is here to help.
“Help is here, sweetheart,” I whisper to Remi. “You're going to get some help.”
I sit back up, about to wave them over, when a flashlight shines right in my face.
“Move away from the girl.”
“She needs help, please.” I cover my eyes for a second, but then I'm getting to my feet, making room for him to do what he needs to do to help her.
“I said– Oh shit, of course, it's you,” he spits out, pulling a gun on me in the next second.“Why am I not surprised? Get the fuck away from her.”
No. Not this again. Time moves in slow motion as I'm once again thrown back in time to ten years ago in that field. I shake my head, trying to clear away the mess his words are making in my head.
That was the night that changed my life forever.
The night that ruinedmy life.
Everything.
And it was all because I tried to help the girl I liked.
Now . . . now I need to help the woman that I love.
Focus.
God, why isn't he doing anything?
“Seriously, you have to do something to help her!” My heart pounds restlessly in my chest.
Right now, he's not doing a damn thing other than standing there, too busy giving me shit about something that didn't even happen. And every second that he's not helping her is a second closer to losing her forever.
“I'm helping her by getting you away from her,” he answers.