Disclaimer: Not mine.
-*-*-
Scream
Part One
-*-*-
His knee screamed at him as he brushed inside the fated store, decried the agony within the bone and joint.
But he couldn't stop. No. He wouldn't give into the pain that wished him to go back to whence he came. He couldn't go back, though he knew he'd be facing Van Doren soon enough – and she had fully realized what the little looks and touches meant.
He had to get to Samantha. Before she bled out, before she went white-sheet pale and her heart struggled to pump the life-giving crimson in endless circulation through her lithe body.
Somehow, through a divine action he thinks, he made it to the blonde, who tried her best to restrain the mutinous tears. He brushed a hand over her forehead, gauging the look on her features for the hurt he knew was lurking in the murky depths.
His knee screamed at him as he lifted her from the ground that was quickly becoming her last resting place. It threatened to buckle under the weight of her in his arms. He wanted to yell at it, let it know it couldn't do anything yet because he had to get her out of this soon-to-be-vacancy or lose her forever.
And he couldn't imagine a life empty of her vivaciousness, her stubbornness…
Hope rose in his gut. But she was quiet, and he wondered briefly if she was still breathing.
He felt a gasp of air against his shoulder.
Out the door and to the bench, he knew she'd been taken care of posthaste. Taken care of while he grappled with a man for the last strings of sanity and his knee screamed at him.
-*-*-
*v* Cassie Jamie *v*
FindUs@cassie-jamie.com