Behind Annabelle stood a man bigger in size than me, the gun hung loosely in his hands as I charged him and hit his face with my already scrapped up knuckles, I stopped when I saw blood pouring out of his nose and Annabelle was trying to pick me up. I saw her on the ground staring glassy eyed up at me. I finally knew what it felt like to have the one you love be forcibly ripped away. It felt as if my heart was ripped from its case in my chest, I had failed to protect her when I protect so many others. I fell on my knees next to her and held her wound to stem the bleeding. I just held her in my lap, I was numb. I vaugely remember hearing Annabelle on the phone calling 911. I just held Liberty closer.

"Come on babe don't leave me. Fight it, Fight it like I do." I wiped my tears from her face and she just sat there trying to breath and her hand was on my face, cold not warm. I just shook my head. It was like she was trying to say something but she just couldn't find the words.

"Come on Libby, Hold on for me. We have a wedding remember? You can't die. Just hold on babe, you can't leave me. You promised me forever." My sobs came harder as I saw a small smile on her face. The paramedics pulled me away and one held onto me as I tried to fight him, I had to be with Liberty, I had to be with her till her dying breath. The paramedic faced me to his face.

"Mr. Yorke calm down, Liberty will be ok. Calm down and you can go in there." He let go and I rushed over to the ambulance and held her hand. Whispered sweet nothings in her ear, I just wanted her to beable t hear my voice and know I am there for her. She was once again teared from my grip when they took her into the hospital. I pulled out my cell phone and called my parents then hers then any friend I knew of in Toronto close to us. Man how I wanted to get with that man and just beat his ass to death. I mean why Liberty, why fire a shot? There are better ways to break up a fight. Maybe if I broke it up, I would be shot instead of her. I mean I've cheated death twice now, why not try a third time. Liberty shouldn't have to fight for her life, I should, I've done the bad things. I deserve to suffer not her. I couldn't sit still I kept getting up sitting down. The nurses took pity on me as I began to pace. I looked down at my clothes and saw I was covered in her blood. I just sunk to the floor and ran my hands through my hair and began to sob against the wall. Why in hell was life so cruel. My mother rushed to me and held me close, I felt vulnerable and just leaned into her embrace... All I could do was wait...

I had gained my composure we had been waiting for four hours. My mother was hungry and I had walked to the nearest bathroom to clean up and change. I stipped off my ruined clothes as I put on the ones my Father brought. I was so thankful for the warm clean clothes. I washed the blood off my arms and face. I looked like shit, my eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot. I sighed and walked back out to the waiting room. I sat down in one of the plastic chairs and waited. Her father was glaring daggers at me and her mother was looking at me with sympathy. The gang was just talking quietly. I had no energy to do anything. A tired doctor came out and spoke with Liberty's parents who left probably to go say goodbye. The doctor looked at me with a sad look. He walked over to me and I stood.

"She is going to be ok. You can go see her." A smile broke out on my face and I collapsed to the gound. Toby helped me up and he sat me down in the chair.

"She did it, She fought." I stood on shaking legs with Emma and we went to Liberty's room. Out side standing were her parents. The door was closed. Her father looked disgusted with me.

"How could you not see that gun? How could you let my daughter get shot?" I was pissed off. His wife held him back.

"Harold that is enough. J.T did all he could." Emma looked worried as I stepped forward.

"You dont think I wouldn't die for your daughter, If I knew someone had a gun step in and take the bullet. You dont know that if she died I would of never been able to forgive my self. Your daughter is my life, but it isn't my fault." Her father never did like me, He tried but just couldn't and I was fine with that. I would marry his daughter.

"James go see her." Her mother soothed, seeing my fists all balled up. I nodded and calmed when I walked in the door.