Ok, this chapter is short, but i know you'll have something to say. Review please, and thanks so much for those you've left for previous chapters.
Jake was frozen in terrified shock as he watched Miley fly through the window, shattering the glass obstructing her path, and landed in the pool.
He quickly jumped in to action, his phone crashing to the pavement, as he jumped in to the water.
He was filled with cold, dreading fear, as he grabbed her arm, and pulled her motionless, lifeless body to the surface, and quickly swam to to edge, and got both of them out.
Pushing her wet hair from her face, he quickly and urgently tried to remember the proper CPR procedure.
Placing his hands in the correct placing on her chest, he as gently as possible, while still being firm, pushed down three times, then gave her the artificial breaths.
He kept going, not glancing up as Charlie ran from the sliding door form their living room, to where he was.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Charlie yelled, "She's MINE, I LOVE HER."
Still continuing CPR, in between the artificial breath, Jake responded.
"Then how come she has my last name, how come I wake up holding, her, how come I'm the one to hold her when she's upset, how come I'm the one who tries his absolute hardest to give her everything she needs and wants! Like hell you love her, you sick, fucking bastard!" Jake cried, in between trying to save her, while he did the chest compressions. "You don't do this to someone you love! You don't try to kill them! I swear on my own life, you sick bastard, that if she dies, I will hunt you down, and kill you!" He cried, tears escaping from his eyes for the first time in a long time.
"You made her cry! You made her miserable!" Charlie claimed.
"I didn't mean to!" Jake screamed. "We were having a fight, every couple fights, I'd never intentionally hurt her!"
Charlie couldn't respond, because then, a slew of officers and detectives arrived, guns blazing.
"FREEZE," They yelled.
"No, no it wasn't me!" Charlie yelled. "I saw it happen, I was trying to keep him from killing her!"
Jake stared at him in angered shock, as the paramedics surrounded Miley, making him stop. "I WOULD NEVER TRY AND KILL HER YOU BASTARD," Jake yelled, lunging at Charlie. "HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST IT," He screamed before he was stopped by three officers.
"Mr. Ryan, stop!" A detective yelled.
"I'm a cop, why would I lie?!" Charlie exclaimed.
The officers looked at the detectives, who looked around.
The pool water was a sickening pink color, the blood from Miley's body hitting the glass window spreading throughout the whole thing. The window broken was the one from the master bedroom, Jake had blood, her blood all over him.
Charlie was unscathed, clean, and collected – plus he was a cop, vowed to protect people from these things.
"Book him."
"Jake Ryan, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Miley Ryan, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can, and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one, one will be provided to you, at the expense of the state of California. Do you understand these rights as I've read them to you?" A officer said to a shocked, terrified Jake Ryan.
Well Jake Ryan was being charged for the attempted murder of his wife, his wife, the love of his life, was in the back of an ambulance speeding towards LA general hospital, fighting for her life.
Dun dun dun...
Oh no he didn't!
But he did...the creeper...*sigh*
No questions for this short chapter, it hink you'll have plenty to say..... Just pleasssse tell me what you think.
-Jen