Hey guys! I am SO SORRY for the long wait and update, seriously, I have been so busy but you know what the updates are going to be coming faster now:) Okay? I'm going to try and update Pearl Harbor this week, so PLEASE start reading that fiction if you haven't had the chance, it will get better and really good I promise!:D So anyways, here chapter 7! The continuation of the last chapter!
Chapter Seven:
Beside You
Quinn stares at him fearfully, her mouth gurgling with swallowed spit. Her hands pinch his cheeks as she lets out yet another painful cry of agony. Finn winces at the sound as he puts pressure on her wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding from her body.
"You're going to live, Quinn. The stab isn't that deep, you'll need stitches maybe even surgery but you'll survive," he tells her reassuringly; peering at her wound once more.
"Finn," she sobs, her eyes closed shut in pain. Her mouth opens to speak, but another scream of severe torture interrupts her words. He holds her face gently, trying to condemn her from talking.
"Sh," he whispers lowly, "don't worry, you're okay. Don't talk okay? It's just wasting your energy." Quinn shakes her head before he can even finish her sentence, her eyes full of terror as she looks at him. Her hands push him away from her as a form of shoving, and he stares at her in concern.
"You need to leave. If you don't, they'll come back and they'll kill you Finn, they told me they were looking for you –
Another yell stops the forming of her words, and Finn staggers back. His eyes ghost over at the new set of information, his hands clenching into balls of fists. The sound of ambulance and police sirens echo the area and Quinn struggles to regain her composure as she attempts to tell him once more.
"Finn, please," she whimpers, hiccupping millimeters of blood, "I'll be fine – "
"Quinn, I'm not leaving you, I'm not going to do this to you and – "
"Then do this for you," she cries. "Finn you're putting yourself in danger if you stand here, you need to get home, get somewhere safe before they realize where you live. I'll explain it all but Finn please just go".
He just stares, glares in disbelief at her selfless order. His mouth puckers open in conflict of the situation, debating if whether he should leave the helpless girl. The sirens of the upcoming ambulance trucks sound nearer, and Finn quivers nervously.
Finn starts to back away guiltily, his eyes gluing to hers as he steps into the darkness of the ally unseen. Crouching beside a large dumpster, he watches as the ambulance truck pulls in front of the alley, paramedics rushing out urgently with kits and rollers and all the things Finn remembers whenever he saw them back in New York.
They rush to Quinn's aid, their hands working on carefully picking up her body to the stretcher awaiting her. He hears her gasp at the contact of the medal and the new position she's in.
"Can you hear me?" one of the paramedics, the tall, lanky, one asks, his voice hoarse with concern. Quinn's head waddles to the side as she nods her answer. "Where is the person who found you?"
Quinn's eyes avert to his momentarily, and he thinks she can see the anxiety in his glare because she looks away quickly, back to the paramedic. "She had a nervous breakdown from the blood," coughs, "I t-told her to leave, it was m-making it worse."
He really needed to thank her.
The paramedics seem to be so engrossed in their work around him and he takes it as a chance to get out before the cops show up and search the damn place. He bends upward slowly, tiptoeing along the darkness of the alley. He exits the opening safely, running quickly to his house once his feet touch the grass.
Blood pounds through his ears as he anxiously makes his way up his porch, his steps harsh against the wood. Before his hand even knocks against the door, it swings open, revealing a very worried Rachel Berry in his wake.
"Finn," she breathes, her swollen eyes evident with tears. She pulls him over the threshold and into the house, slamming the door shut behind him. He doesn't even get a chance to talk before she tackles him into a bone-crushing hug. Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, her neck falling into the crook.
"You're okay," she laughs in relief, squeezing him gently. Before he can even return the comfort, she pulls back, still locked in the embrace. "I was so worried about you."
Finn stares at the crease lines in her forehead, the tiresome in her eyes. He rubs his thumb against the skin of her forehead, trying to soften the tension built inside her. "You seem to be doing that a lot lately," he teases, trying to make light of the situation.
She shakes her head in disagreement, leaning back into his embrace. Her quiet cries of relief and remedy seem to be the only sound in the room as he holds her close into the safeness of his arms. He wishes they could stay like this forever, away from reality, away from the threats of his returning past, the stabbing of her ex-best friend.
Rachel sighs heavily against him, obviously still shaken from what they just experienced. She pulls back, her breathing still ragged as she stares up at him with worrisome eyes. Her glare burns into his affectively when she swallows thickly.
"I was so scared you wouldn't come back."
Finn offers her his best reassuring smile. "But I'm here," he comforts her, rubbing his hands against up her arms repeatedly. She nods rigidly, the tears cornering her eyes threatening to fall at any time.
"How's the girl? Is she going to survive?" she asks eagerly while wiping away at the water running down her cheeks. He gulps harshly, looking away from her temporarily.
"Yeah, uh, she's going to be okay."
"Do you know what happened?"
He hesitates. "Uhm, no, just that it was a stabbing," he lies to her easily, avoiding the glare she sends him. She looks at him in protest, her arms crossing tightly over her chest. "Didn't you talk to the police?"
Finn gulps harshly as he continues to look the other way, ignoring the guilt rising in him. He hears small Rachel's gasp in front of him. "You talked to the police didn't you? You told them everything you knew so they could help find the criminals right?" she hisses, each word getting louder than the one before. He steps away from her to walk in the direction of the living room, desperately trying to escape the reality of the situation.
"Finn!"
"I couldn't okay Rachel?" he yells, turning fully around to face her as she follows him. Her eyes narrow at his words and she opens her mouth to begin her rant. "Why the hell – "
"Because she told me to leave before they came after me too!"
Rachel freezes at his next statement, her body frozen in lockdown. Her blood seems to drain from her face because she grows incredibly pale, the tanned surface of her skin replaced with whiteness he doesn't recognize. "W-What are you talking about Finn? Are they – "
"Never mind, just forget I said anything alright? You don't need to worry about anything, just know that the police are most likely patrolling the area, and Quinn's wound isn't that severe . . ."
Finn stops himself when he notices the way Rachel's face falls, crumbles into dust. She wasn't supposed to find like this, God he's such an idiot. Her mouth parts open slightly, the words so foreign to hear. "Q-Quinn?" she whispers, "it was Quinn w-who you found?"
Water gathers at the corner of her eyes in despair, and Finn watches the scene unfold in front of him. Her eyes roll slightly in her head, her body swaying from side to side, her breathing coming out in shallow, short breathes.
She starts to fall before he knows it.
Finn launches towards her, mentally thanking God for his long limbs as he catches her small body before she hits the ground. His arms wrap securely around her waist, hoisting her upwards to keep her from stumbling. She pushes her face into the crook of his neck, sobs ripping from her lungs violently.
"Sh, sh," he soothes, rubbing her back absentmindedly, "she's going to be okay, Rach, she's going to be just fine."
Rachel clings to him desperately, shifting herself in his embrace. He gently presses a small kiss to the top of her head as a hope to comfort her. It doesn't seem to work. "Just take me home Finn," she cries harshly, "just please take me home, I wanna go home."
Finn nods to himself, hooking his arms underneath her legs to carry her bridal style. Her hands clasp around his neck as she snuggles closer to him, letting him take her into the darkness of outside. It's pretty silent, and that's what scares him because whenever you heard silence in New York it was never a good thing. He tightens his grip on Rachel protectively, walking to his truck with her in his arms quickly.
When he reaches the passenger side of the truck, Finn opens the door quickly to carefully put her in. He unlocks her limbs from around him, pushing her arms into her lap. Her harsh sobs soften into quiet cries, and he shuts the door for her, making his own way to his side of the truck. Getting in, he quickly pushes the keys in the ignition, bringing the car to life and pulling out of the driveway immediately before anyone can see where he lives.
If they're out there anyways.
"How bad was it?" Rachel whimpers, and he doesn't need an explanation to know what she's talking about. Finn squirms uncomfortably in his seat, he's been around blood, dead people, so many times in his life, but he still can't stand talking about it. He looks to her briefly, her pleading eyes encouraging him.
"It was shallow, the person who did it didn't mean to kill her. It would be much more severe if they tried."
He can feel her eyes burning into him, the heat of her stare causing flames inside him. She laughs quietly, almost sarcastically, as she looks away. "That doesn't make me feel any better," she whispers.
He turns his head slightly towards her, not even noticing the squinting, then widening of her eyes. "There's nothing to worry about Rachel, really, she's going to be just fine. When you wake up tomorrow morning, it'll be like it – "
"Finn!"
Her mouth forms into horror, staring at the scene in front of her. He follows her glare as he turns his head slightly to face what she's screaming at. Lights blind him momentarily, causing his vision to blur at the object coming towards them. He shakes his head, ridding of the mist covering his sight.
He stalls when he sees another car directly charging towards them.
His hands grip the steering wheel tightly as he turns it to the side, desperately trying to get out of the same lane. Wheels scratch against the pavement of the road, causing a screeching noise to erupt from the ground. His truck moves on its own accord, swerving to the awaiting pit placed at the side of the road.
Rachel's scream fades completely as he desperately tries to control the truck, churning the steering wheel in his hands. Knowing there's no way to pull the truck in another direction, he stomps his foot on the brakes, causing his truck to stop immediately on the opposite side of the road.
The force causes him to bounce forward, his head crashing onto the roof of his truck. "Fuck," he hisses as he falls back down, his hand coming up to grip the top of his face. He snaps towards Rachel nervously, waiting to see the result of the almost-car-crash.
She's in the same position as she was before, her hands gripping the material of the seat below her. Her chest heaves heavily as short breathes pump out of her. She closes her eyes to calm herself, softening her hold on the car seat.
"Rach?" he cautiously whispers, "are you okay?"
Rachel's eyes snap open as she turns to face him. Nervous tears gather at the rim of her eyelids, and she nods meekly. "I'm fine. Are you?" she asks, noticing the way he holds his face in pain.
Finn doesn't respond, the thought of the other car just entering his thoughts. He jumps drastically in his seat, turning at every angle to see if the car was gone. His eyes freeze at an object far off in the distance, the same car parked off at the side of the road.
His eyes squint to see the license plate.
New York.
Finn slams on the gas pedal instantly, causing the truck to jerk forward at the forced action. Rachel gasps in her seat at the fast transition, staring at him in confusion. "What's going on?" she wonders.
He doesn't reply, his mind set on getting her home without them knowing where either of them live. He presses his foot more strongly on the gas, going beyond the speed of the street's limit. His hands are sweaty against the steering wheel, the thought of them even going near Rachel sickens him, seriously scares him to his core.
He has to stay here, they know now that Finn knows Rachel, and they'll do anything to take her away, and that includes harming her. Like they did to his mother. He has to stay here.
He has to protect her.
Finn pulls into her driveway shortly after, not even bothering to turn off the car. She makes no hint or movement to get out, her eyes focused on his face. "Get inside," he whispers, trying to keep the anxiety from his voice, "You're father is probably worr-"
"My father is probably asleep, not even realizing his daughter has been gone the whole day."
Finn gulps harshly, nervously checking his surroundings to see if they followed him. "Rachel, I have to get home, it's been a really long night," he tells her, and it's probably the most honest thing he's said to her all night.
Her face softens at that, and she nods meekly. Opening the door, she pauses, hesitates, before leaning forward and pressing the most sweetest and softest lips to his cheek. "Get home safely," she whispers, and God he just wants to reach forward and kiss her with everything he has.
But he can't. He can't bring her into the mess of his past, the mess of his future. He knows it was his idea from the beginning to have a new start with her, to actually be happy with her. But it can't happen now, he has to protect her without falling for her, so when the time comes that he needs to leave, it won't be as hard.
"I'll see you soon," he mumbles, watching as she crawls out of his truck. He doesn't even wait to see if she gets in okay, he doesn't have the time to risk them seeing her, seeing him, seeing them.
Nothing else suspicious happens for the rest of the night.
Aweeeeeh he cares so much about her! Btw 'them' will now be what his past is about until you found out who 'they' are. So I hope you really, really liked it:D It was hard to write because there was so much to write about:p anyways, PLEASE REVIEW! MAKES ME SO HAPPY! :D Okay guys, see you next update! Love ya!
PS: DON'T FORGET TO READ PEARL HARBOR TOO:) LYLYLY.