I printed out the hospital report and went over to my chair to read it. Let's see; Miss Anastasia Steele, omitted to the Royal Infirmary on 4 October, 2011. Wait, I know that day…. That day was… My eyes grew gigantic as all the blood in my heart froze in my veins. I kept reading; I had to keep reading…. Miss Steele, suffered severe stab wounds to the lower abdomen. Wearing jeans, Converse, and…. a light pink hoodie when brought into emergency.
The paper literally fell from my hand. A stream of tears began to unconsciously roll down my cheeks. My eyes simply gazed out of the window to the night sky. All this time… Her image flashed through my mind. After all these years of searching, dreaming of the day when I could have her near…. There she was… She was finally within my reach. My lips parted as I remembered to breathe; both of my cheeks were tearstained by now. I see her… I finally have a face for my angel.
And she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Freeze! Police!" No one stopped at the orders of the cops; thugs didn't really care about cops. What policemen were there had to try and break up the fight- badly. If anything, more fists just went flying. Once again, I remained safely at the sidelines, trying to plot an escape until….
Oh, crap! My eyes widened in horror. Paul! It was Paul; he had come with the other cops. Oh no! No, no, no! This is bad! I gotta get the heck of dodge before he sees me. My beloved friend was presently trying to separate two brutes. Not taking a second look, my body spun around to dash in the other way. I was about to run when one of the upper Dollars- this one codenamed Psycho- made his way over to me.
"Where's the burner phone?" Psycho wasted no time getting to the point. "At my house," I responded. He didn't even nod; he just reached down to take hold of my hand. "We gotta get here." Before I could even react, Psycho was suddenly tackled to the ground. An enraged Paul glared down at him so aggressively, pinning him firmly down. "You're under arrest for attempted kidnapped!" "Uh, Paul; that's really not….."
"Bail!" Switchblade hollered at the top of his lungs out of nowhere behind us. It was enough to get Paul's attention off Psycho for a second; he used the opportunity to push Paul off of him. Paul went stumbling and Psycho was gone in the blink of an eye. Our mob's protocol was that if the cops ever showed up, I was to act as an innocent bystander; no one in the Dollars acknowledged me directly with police around. This was another "protective measure" Daddy issued when I was a teenager. Amongst the chaos, Switchblade sent me a look. I answered it with the silent statement that I was safe now; and I was- Paul was here now, after all. Seemingly satisfied with that, he took off with the other Dollars. Now it was just the Yellow Scarves, informant, and bodyguard still present; along with the feds of course.
While the other policemen took care of the Yellow Scarves, Paul instantly turned around to worriedly inspect me up and down. "Are you alright, Ana?" "Yes, Paul; I'm fine." He breathed a sigh of solid relief, shutting his eyes for a second. "Just wait. I'll help my squad and then I'll drive you home." "Ok, I….."
"You're not going anywhere," both Paul and I blinked over to the informant, who had on the smuggest of smirks. The audacity…. He even said this in front of a cop. "I'm not finished with you yet, princess. We've still got some things to discuss." "What would possibly have to discuss with Ana?" Paul growled dangerously, protectively stationing himself between Black and me; the men glared venom at each other. "Awe, look princess; you got yourself a little guard dog. Won't Ray be happy?"
"Get lost or I'll have you arrested!" Paul practically screamed; I think he was seeing red by this point. "I just wanna talk. What's so illegal about that?" His hands went up at his sides in a questioning stance; he was still smirking. "I said leave- now!" "Alright, alright; you don't have to get so pushy about it." "Black!" The bodyguard's yell rang through the whole area; I guess he figured out where he was again. Before Mr. Bodyguard could reach the informant, he spun around to run for it. But not before he gave me one last smirk; a threatening smirk. "I'll be seeing you soon." And with that, he took off, with Mr. Bodyguard shouting and running behind him.
We just watched them go- quietly, pensively….. I didn't blink at the sudden sensation of something holding onto my hand again. My eyes peered to see Paul's hand securely holding mine; he wasn't even looking at me. His face was stoic, like always, and he was merely staring in the direction where the men had disappeared. Strange- I don't know if he even consciously realized that he took my hand. It's as if he's worried…. worried and wants to sense me physically close to him.