Yeah yeah, I know I said I wouldn't post anything in a while.
But I got this idea when I listened to a old song. It made me remember some stuff, and how it was back then.
It has nothing to do with the situation Stella is in now but anyway. Enough of this drabble.
Not betaed.
His heart ran wild in his chest when he saw the two bodies lying on the floor.
What if he was too late? The guilt felt like something similar as being stabbed by a knife, hard.
"Stella!" he shouted and ran towards her petite figure. "Stella, can you hear me?"
The only thing he could hear was his heavy intakes of breath, and the loud hammering of his own heart when he tried to listen after sounds that would indicate that she was alive.
Mac dabbed her cheek lightly, he could feel her cold skin against his palm. When she didn't respond he bit his lower lip, hoping that he wouldn't feel the pain as the teeth dug in to his lip and tongue.
Hoping that his just was a nightmare that he soon would wake up from – he would open his eyes and see his white ceiling in his apartment, and feel how his T-shirt, damp from the sweat, clinging on his back.
But no, he felt his teeth against his lip; the pain slowly took over his whole mouth.
Just to be sure this was true, he bit down again, this time harder; and now he could taste the blood, a little bit salty because of the sodium and iron.
First Claire, and now Stella, he thought and removed his hands from her cold cheeks and placed them on her shoulders.
Mac shook her gently, but this time hard enough to make her eyes flutter open.
He stared thankful in her eyes when she opened them to look at him.
He saw in her green eyes how scared and hurt she was, it was like her eyes had already seen too much of this world.
The spark in her eyes was gone, Frankie sure hadn't killed her, but he'd killed her inner light. Her sparkle, her lust to life.
He could see it in her eyes that she'd was glad he was here, but still the sparkle was gone.
Her eyes closed again, like she didn't want to see this anymore.
"Help me Mac" she whispered, barely audible, but enough for him to hear her begging words for rescue. "Please"
His heart almost broke when he heard her vulnerable voice, asking him for help.
Stella's hand sought his and held on like he would disappear if she didn't, while they waited for the paramedics to arrive.
"Hold on Stella" he whispered and squeezed her hand lightly to show her that he was here, and that he wasn't planning on leaving.
She responded with a soft murmur, he didn't know if she tried to say something, or if it just was a sound. But he nodded and stroked her soft, curly bloodstained hair in response.
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She must have been tied down… Mac thought when he examined the bathtub.
He kneeled down and found the razors Stella had cut the strings that kept her hands held behind her back.
The two razorblades where put down in a brown paper bag that rustled whenever you took it, and it was sealed with red evidence tape.
The red blood in the bathtub where even more red against the white fiberglass and white tile on the bathroom wall, decorated with small seashells.
Little by little Mac had managed to gather all the pieces of the puzzle together, and now was the only thing left to get the whole picture.
As he tried to solve the puzzle, the picture grew bigger and Mac knew what'd been going on in Stella's apartment.
He felt sick to his stomach when he thought about all the things Frankie had done with her.
Even if he would do anything not to know, for he knew he would have these images glued onto his retina twenty four – seven, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
He had to continue working, for Mac knew Stella wouldn't want anyone else but him on this case.
He had to continue. For her.
And btw, the song is 'I remember love' by Sarah Dawn Finer. I would guess it's pretty hard to find. But on YT I'm sure.