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Guy would be pampering me right now!!!!!
Chapter 5
CONNIE'S P.O.V
I finally regained a little energy and headed to the lounge. I had been laid in bed all day and the twisted sheets from my tossing and turning where beginning to irritate me. I sat as gently as I could in the sofa and turned the TV on to find a trashy day time soap opera to mildly entertain me. I was just getting the hang of the plot when there was a loud banging at the door. I knew it would be Ryan, I mean who else would bang as loudly as that. Luckily the door was locked so he wasn't about to barge in. I was shivering in fear already and he hadn't had the chance to get inside my head as yet.
"CONNIE I KNOW YOUR IN THERE". He shouted making me jump. "JUST LET ME IN". He continued.
I put the door on the chain and as slowly as possible opened the door but not allowing him to see my face.
"What is it you want"?
"I want to see you baby, I heard about your fall ad wanted to check that you were ok". There was obviously someone walking down the hall because his tone was soft and gentle just like it used to be when we first started dating.
"I don't want to see you just at the moment". I tried pushing the door too but his foot jammed it.
"Connie, just let me in, I'm not going away, you'll have to face me at some point". His voice remained soft.
I must have had a relapse of some kind because I found myself agreeing. BIG MISTAKE, once he was in, he slammed the door shut and started walking sternly toward me.
"What the fuck were you doing letting them see you"? He spat.
"Ryan I live with them, what did you want me to do, cover my face with a cloth and tell them I was changing my religion". I tried my hardest at fighting back.
"Anything would have been better than that bullshit you fed them. It was totally unbelievable".
"Well maybe if you hadn't done this to me in the first place I wouldn't have to lie to them". I immediately regretted my words when the first slap came.
"Don't dare talk back to me, you've been nothing but trouble for me, your just like a little whore I picked up off the streets". He shouted slapping and thumping away.
The pain from the previous evening was retreating against the new pain. He thumped me and kicked me in the stomach one more time before flinging me towards the wall where I hit with incredulous force and fell to the floor, unable to move let alone attempt to stand for more of a beating.
GUY'S P.O.V
I barged through the door with Julie to find Ryan stood menacingly over Connie. Connie was laid in a heap on the floor with blood trickling down her face. I instantly saw red and ran into Ryan, knocking us both to floor and scrambling over each other trying to each get the punches in. I was vaguely aware that Julie let out a scream and had dashed over to Connie. Soon after the scream 10 ducks all crammed through the doorway and gaped in amazement at the scene laid before them. In a split second I had Portman and Fulton trying their hardest to pull me away from Ryan but both dying to get a quick jab in of their own. Fulton being the most in control of the two shoved Ryan out the door and turned to see the damage.
Connie lay lifeless in a heap on the floor with Julie leaning over her trying to shake her awake through the tears. Charlie begun trying to pull her away whilst Adam rang for an ambulance. I knew she wasn't dead as I could hear the harsh wheezing of her breathing even over the light murmurings of panic from the other ducks.
"Turn her toward the floor". I yelled from the other side of the room, but making my own way across and doing it myself. Once I had done it her breathing became easier and apparent that it had been the blood from her head that had been trickling into her mouth and blocking her wind pipe.
Before long the ambulance crew appeared and it wasn't until one of them pointed out that I had a few injuries myself that I actually noticed the slight pain that had begun throbbing.
Having injuries myself I was able to ride with Connie promising the ducks I'd see them in the ER. My right fist had begun throbbing by now and the small amount of blood which I couldn't quite decide whether it was mine or Ryan's was drying slowly over the knuckles.
In the ER Connie was rushed away to the emergency room whilst I had to wait in queue to be checked over. Personally I'd have been happier sitting and waiting for any news on Connie but the paramedics had told me to get my knuckles and head looked at. It wasn't long until the doctor saw me and I reappeared in the waiting room with broken knuckles and 3 stitches on my forehead.
"How's Connie"? Julie pounced at me.
"I don't know I haven't heard yet". I sat by her side feeling as irritated at the wait ahead of us as she was.
Eventually a doctor appeared wanting to see Connie's parents but since none of us had managed to get through he decided to ask us questions about any recent injuries Connie had acquired before today. The list seemed so long as we all tried to reel off all the recent injuries she had, had. The doctor told us vaguely how she was. She had 2 cracked ribs and 1 broken one, some internal bleeding from where he had been kicking her and the bangs to the head were making her confused and rather agitated. He asked for Julie to come and sit with her to help to calm her, but within 10 minutes she returned tears pouring down her cheeks.
"What, what's wrong"? I almost pounced on her when she re-entered.
"She keeps drifting in and out of consciousness and when she comes too she's screaming at everyone to get away from her". Julie explained.
"Jule's don't worry, she's on a high dose of drugs and she's confused. She's not shouting at you to get away, she's probably screaming at 'Ryan' to get away". Adam and Charlie huddled close to her.
Leaving them to it, I wandered aimlessly out of the room and toward where Connie was being monitored. When I walked through the door, Connie was laid still, she looked so peaceful even through all the cuts that covered her usual soft, silky skin. A nurse stood behind a small table that was covered in charts. After filling in the necessary she left me alone with the sleeping Connie. I went and sat next to her, taking her delicate hand in mine. I remembered a time when her hand used to be slightly bigger than mine, now her hand could fit into mine, she felt so fragile and the limpness made her look weak.
"Connie, it's me Guy, I don't know if you can hear me or even if your listening but I really need you to get better. You see, I never stopped loving or caring for you and well I don't know if I could go on without you. I need you more than anyone else in the whole world and these last few months have been like hell on Earth for me. Before I thought not being able to touch you, kiss you and hold you close was the worst thing, but now the worst thing for me is not having you around to talk to, hell even argue with. Please God don't make that a reality for me". I talked about what I thought was just a load of crap exiting my mouth but as I listened to the words I realised they were my true feelings. "Everyone's out there you know, all worried sick about you, all wanting their little sister to come back to them. Hell even Averman's worried because he hasn't cracked a joke in over an hour, Portman and Fulton are both devising revenge plans which you know they will confer on later when they think no-ones listening". I tried lightening the mood but it didn't really work. "But most of all I'm sat here thinking about my own revenge, my own guilt. None of this would have happened if I hadn't let go so easily, if only I'd put up more of a fight for you, if only I'd stayed at home with you, it wouldn't have gotten as far as this".
A nurse popped her head around the door to check on Connie, a few seconds later she was gone, leaving me alone with her once again.
Well what do you think then? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 5
CONNIE'S P.O.V
I finally regained a little energy and headed to the lounge. I had been laid in bed all day and the twisted sheets from my tossing and turning where beginning to irritate me. I sat as gently as I could in the sofa and turned the TV on to find a trashy day time soap opera to mildly entertain me. I was just getting the hang of the plot when there was a loud banging at the door. I knew it would be Ryan, I mean who else would bang as loudly as that. Luckily the door was locked so he wasn't about to barge in. I was shivering in fear already and he hadn't had the chance to get inside my head as yet.
"CONNIE I KNOW YOUR IN THERE". He shouted making me jump. "JUST LET ME IN". He continued.
I put the door on the chain and as slowly as possible opened the door but not allowing him to see my face.
"What is it you want"?
"I want to see you baby, I heard about your fall ad wanted to check that you were ok". There was obviously someone walking down the hall because his tone was soft and gentle just like it used to be when we first started dating.
"I don't want to see you just at the moment". I tried pushing the door too but his foot jammed it.
"Connie, just let me in, I'm not going away, you'll have to face me at some point". His voice remained soft.
I must have had a relapse of some kind because I found myself agreeing. BIG MISTAKE, once he was in, he slammed the door shut and started walking sternly toward me.
"What the fuck were you doing letting them see you"? He spat.
"Ryan I live with them, what did you want me to do, cover my face with a cloth and tell them I was changing my religion". I tried my hardest at fighting back.
"Anything would have been better than that bullshit you fed them. It was totally unbelievable".
"Well maybe if you hadn't done this to me in the first place I wouldn't have to lie to them". I immediately regretted my words when the first slap came.
"Don't dare talk back to me, you've been nothing but trouble for me, your just like a little whore I picked up off the streets". He shouted slapping and thumping away.
The pain from the previous evening was retreating against the new pain. He thumped me and kicked me in the stomach one more time before flinging me towards the wall where I hit with incredulous force and fell to the floor, unable to move let alone attempt to stand for more of a beating.
GUY'S P.O.V
I barged through the door with Julie to find Ryan stood menacingly over Connie. Connie was laid in a heap on the floor with blood trickling down her face. I instantly saw red and ran into Ryan, knocking us both to floor and scrambling over each other trying to each get the punches in. I was vaguely aware that Julie let out a scream and had dashed over to Connie. Soon after the scream 10 ducks all crammed through the doorway and gaped in amazement at the scene laid before them. In a split second I had Portman and Fulton trying their hardest to pull me away from Ryan but both dying to get a quick jab in of their own. Fulton being the most in control of the two shoved Ryan out the door and turned to see the damage.
Connie lay lifeless in a heap on the floor with Julie leaning over her trying to shake her awake through the tears. Charlie begun trying to pull her away whilst Adam rang for an ambulance. I knew she wasn't dead as I could hear the harsh wheezing of her breathing even over the light murmurings of panic from the other ducks.
"Turn her toward the floor". I yelled from the other side of the room, but making my own way across and doing it myself. Once I had done it her breathing became easier and apparent that it had been the blood from her head that had been trickling into her mouth and blocking her wind pipe.
Before long the ambulance crew appeared and it wasn't until one of them pointed out that I had a few injuries myself that I actually noticed the slight pain that had begun throbbing.
Having injuries myself I was able to ride with Connie promising the ducks I'd see them in the ER. My right fist had begun throbbing by now and the small amount of blood which I couldn't quite decide whether it was mine or Ryan's was drying slowly over the knuckles.
In the ER Connie was rushed away to the emergency room whilst I had to wait in queue to be checked over. Personally I'd have been happier sitting and waiting for any news on Connie but the paramedics had told me to get my knuckles and head looked at. It wasn't long until the doctor saw me and I reappeared in the waiting room with broken knuckles and 3 stitches on my forehead.
"How's Connie"? Julie pounced at me.
"I don't know I haven't heard yet". I sat by her side feeling as irritated at the wait ahead of us as she was.
Eventually a doctor appeared wanting to see Connie's parents but since none of us had managed to get through he decided to ask us questions about any recent injuries Connie had acquired before today. The list seemed so long as we all tried to reel off all the recent injuries she had, had. The doctor told us vaguely how she was. She had 2 cracked ribs and 1 broken one, some internal bleeding from where he had been kicking her and the bangs to the head were making her confused and rather agitated. He asked for Julie to come and sit with her to help to calm her, but within 10 minutes she returned tears pouring down her cheeks.
"What, what's wrong"? I almost pounced on her when she re-entered.
"She keeps drifting in and out of consciousness and when she comes too she's screaming at everyone to get away from her". Julie explained.
"Jule's don't worry, she's on a high dose of drugs and she's confused. She's not shouting at you to get away, she's probably screaming at 'Ryan' to get away". Adam and Charlie huddled close to her.
Leaving them to it, I wandered aimlessly out of the room and toward where Connie was being monitored. When I walked through the door, Connie was laid still, she looked so peaceful even through all the cuts that covered her usual soft, silky skin. A nurse stood behind a small table that was covered in charts. After filling in the necessary she left me alone with the sleeping Connie. I went and sat next to her, taking her delicate hand in mine. I remembered a time when her hand used to be slightly bigger than mine, now her hand could fit into mine, she felt so fragile and the limpness made her look weak.
"Connie, it's me Guy, I don't know if you can hear me or even if your listening but I really need you to get better. You see, I never stopped loving or caring for you and well I don't know if I could go on without you. I need you more than anyone else in the whole world and these last few months have been like hell on Earth for me. Before I thought not being able to touch you, kiss you and hold you close was the worst thing, but now the worst thing for me is not having you around to talk to, hell even argue with. Please God don't make that a reality for me". I talked about what I thought was just a load of crap exiting my mouth but as I listened to the words I realised they were my true feelings. "Everyone's out there you know, all worried sick about you, all wanting their little sister to come back to them. Hell even Averman's worried because he hasn't cracked a joke in over an hour, Portman and Fulton are both devising revenge plans which you know they will confer on later when they think no-ones listening". I tried lightening the mood but it didn't really work. "But most of all I'm sat here thinking about my own revenge, my own guilt. None of this would have happened if I hadn't let go so easily, if only I'd put up more of a fight for you, if only I'd stayed at home with you, it wouldn't have gotten as far as this".
A nurse popped her head around the door to check on Connie, a few seconds later she was gone, leaving me alone with her once again.
Well what do you think then? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!!!