Gone
Almost a month has passed by and since that incident with John and Randy neither man have come across each other and made any trouble. Stephanie was always in her office with the door still locked and still afraid of getting hurt by John.
She had been working too long that night and just got up and left to go home. Luckily, John wasn't around and she made it to her car safely. She drove home and went straight to the kitchen. Again, she started her drinking. She started drinking and this time she couldn't control herself. It was as if the alcohol was taking over her body and actions. She just kept drinking and drinking and felt no remorse for doing this even after what Randy told her.
Randy knocked on Stephanie's door but there was no answer.
"That's weird. Hey, Stephanie. Are you in there?" Randy asked after knocking on the door again.
Again, there was no answer. An official walked by and Randy asked if he'd seen Stephanie anywhere at all.
"She went home. I saw her leave about… I'd say about two hours ago." The official answered.
Randy's eyes widened and ran straight into the parking lot and got in his car and sped away.
"Steph, hang on. Don't do anything stupid." Randy thought.
He was going almost 80 miles an hour and after driving for almost 30 minutes, he ran out of his car and entered her house.
"Steph!" Randy said after finding her passed out of the floor.
He saw the bottles of alcohol lying on the table and knew she had passed out from drinking. He lifted her up and went outside and put her in the car.
"What the fuck are you doing?" John asked Randy as he was walking up to his car.
"Steph passed out. I gotta take her to the hospital." Randy said.
John was surprised to see that it was true. Stephanie was in his car out cold and John got in the car with Randy.
"We gotta get her there before it's too late." John said.
Randy turned on his car and drove to the nearest hospital. When he arrived there, he picked up Stephanie and ran into the emergency room.
"Someone, help!" Randy said as soon as he entered the emergency room.
Nurses and doctors immediately ran up to him and wheeled in a hospital bed. Randy put Stephanie on the bed and followed the doctors.
"What happened?" a doctor asked.
"I don't know but I found her passed out on the floor." Randy answered.
"Do you know what could have caused it?" the doctor asked.
"Maybe from drinking. I saw about four or five empty bottles on the table." Randy answered.
"Pulse is dropping, doctor, we need to hurry." A nurse said after putting her two fingers on Stephanie's neck.
The team of nurses and doctors wheeled her into a room and told Randy he couldn't go any further but to stay in the waiting area. Randy cooperated and waited for any news on her condition. John entered the room and saw Randy sitting with his head resting on his hand. John sat next to him and asked how Stephanie was doing.
"I don't know. They'll let me know as soon as anything changes." Randy answered.
"Heart rate is going down, pulse is dropping, we need to shock her!" a doctor ordered.
Someone brought in a defibrillator and raised it to 100 volts. After shocking her, her heart rate did not rise.
"Raise it to 125!" the doctor ordered.
Again, after shocking her with 125 volts, Stephanie did not breathe.
"Turn it up to 200!" the doctor ordered.
One final time and again, Stephanie did not breathe. There continued to be a flat line and the nurses all looked around.
"300!" the doctor yelled.
He shocked her and there was still no heartbeat. He was fed up with using the defibrillator and used CPR on her. He attempted CPR on her for about five minutes and Stephanie had not woken up at all. The doctor realized he failed.
"Note the time of death: 11:24PM." The doctor said sadly and quietly.
The doctor took off gloves and pulled the white sheet over Stephanie's head. He walked out of the room and went to find Randy and deliver to devastating news.
"Doctor! How is she? Is she all right?" Randy asked as soon as he got up and walked up to him.
The doctor sighed and shook his head. Randy and John knew exactly what that meant. Both men shook their heads and denied that Stephanie was dead.
"No…. no she can't be dead." John said.
"I'm sorry." The doctor said.
He walked away and Randy and John looked at each other and Randy broke down and cried.
"God… oh God, why?" Randy asked as he sobbed.
John sat next to him and sighed.
"Hey man…" John started.
"Get the fuck away from me! You did this to her! You ruined her life and did this to her! You're responsible for all this! Her blood is all over your hands and you know it!" Randy yelled.
"Man shut the fuck up! You know I am not responsible for all this!" John yelled.
Randy slammed John against the wall and choked him.
"You did the exact same thing to Steph as I am doing to you right now. Choking her. Trapping her. You changed her and made her so scared that she couldn't even go out without remembering your face in her mind! You got her so emotional distressed that she turned to alcohol as a way of comforting her! All this because she found something of yours and you raped her! You raped her and now you killed her!" Randy said.
Randy backed away from John and didn't know where to go.
"Stay the fuck away from me. I will never speak to you again. I will never… I don't want anything to do with you. I never wanna see you again. You killed Steph… and you know it." Randy said.
Randy walked away and John wondered if he was right. Was he responsible for the death of Stephanie?