Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Drama/Romance
Feedback: Yes! Please! But be nice!
Summary: Vincent Gray, now 33, is at a depressing stage of his life. When he meets a young girl, his life will change forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the show Judging Amy whatsoever and in no way am I affiliated with it.
Author's Note: Note this chapter is supposed to be rated R but I did my best to make it PG-13 rated. Also everything else is lower, I guess you can say. But please just remember that this is only a story. Nothing more.
Chapter 42
Laura woke up with a feeling of danger highly hanging over her.
What had happened?
She tried to move when she felt pain.
When she turned , near her head, she saw blood.
She realized then she had trouble breathing.
Everything was a haze.
She raised her hand to her head and felt it to realize that there was blood.
She felt cold and realized that some of her clothes were scattered on the floor.
She tried to get up but fell knocking over a glass on a table while she winced in pain.
Suddenly, she remembered what happened.
"Patrick, stop! Patrick!"
No…she couldn't have…
With all her strength and coughing while the dried up tears on her cheek swelled into her skin she made her best attempt to get up.
I need to get out, she told herself.
She had problems seeing with one of her eyes and she slowly tried to cover herself up.
She looked over to see a clock to her right and saw that it's time was 1 A.M.
Coughing and out of breath she saw her coat at the end of a couch and wrapped it tightly around her.
She then quickly made sure she was alone and like in a slow-moving picture she moved to the main door and twisted the doorknob and made her way out and into the elevator right across the all.
I need to get out. Someone help me, her brain screamed.
She got to the front lobby and realized that no one was there.
She'd have to go out into the street.
She walked the empty streets in a paranoid state always checking and feeling as if she was being followed.
It was much to dark.
Soon she came upon a familiar street.
She had no clue how she got there or how far she had walked.
All she knew was that across from her was the DCF building.
Somehow she felt like there could be someone there or at least she would have a place to hide until later in the morning or call for help.
She went to the front door and tried to open it.
It wouldn't budge.
"No. No…" she whispered to herself through all her pain.
She then remembered of the side entrance that would usually stay open until everyone was out and usually the last one to be locked up.
She made her way around the building clutching her coat towards her and her bag until she reached the door.
She opened it.
It was unlocked.
"Thank you," she whispered to herself in a silent prayer.
She slowly came upon the steps and walked the long empty hallways. There were hardly any lights at all.
Suddenly, she heard the rustling of papers and footsteps behind her.
Almost out of breath, she tried to say something.
"Is someone there?" she heard familiar voice say.
She then heard footsteps coming behind her.
She turned around to face Vincent.
"Laura…" he said as he approached her with a look of shock.
"Vincent…." she tried to say until she blacked out of exhaustion and fell.