AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“P-p-please,” she chokes out. “Please, don’t make me. Please!”
She buries her face in my shoulder, cotton soaking up the tears.
“It’s okay.” I release a shallow sigh, stroking her back, and as I do, I feel something wet on my stomach.
What the hell? I push her back a little, catching the blood seeping into my shirt from her stomach, her pink t-shirt setting with a dark red stain.
“You’re bleeding!” I gasp for air, starting to remove my shirt so I can use it to put pressure on the wound. “He cut you?”
“It’s a star,” A’s voice rings behind me, and as our eyes connect, we both know who did it.
He removes his own shirt and hands it to me.
“I f-f-fought him off.” Tears leak down Cammie’s cheeks. “Then he ran when he heard a car. I—I think?” Her voice trembles, and I fight like hell not to cry.
“You did good.” A nods, removing a pocketknife as he kneels and cuts the zip ties off. “We have to get her to a doctor.”
Her eyes widen. “No! Please. I—I can’t go. I don’t want to. I don’t like hospitals.”
“Can you do something about the wound?” I ask him, pressing his shirt into her wound.
I don’t want to put more stress on her. It doesn’t appear she has injuries anywhere else. We can take care of this.
“Okay. We’ll take her to the hotel.”
He brings his attention to Cammie. “Can you walk?”
She nods, and we help her to her feet while I continue to press the t-shirt around her midsection.
“I’ll take her to the penthouse,” he tells me. “And you drive your car. We stay together, okay? I will follow you.”
“Okay, let’s go. But I think you’re gonna need another shirt,” I tell him with a faint smile.
“Got a few in the car.”
He safely places Cammie in the front and secures the seat belt around her while I rush toward my vehicle.
Together, we head back to our temporary home, hoping Cammie has a lead for us to go on.
Once we’re in the hotel and Cammie has been bandaged and given pain meds, we wait for her to finish the tea I made her.
I don’t want to push her to talk, but we have to know if she saw anything. It could mean life or death. He’s gonna be hungry for another kill. I can’t let that happen.
“Cammie?”
She looks up, her eyes streaked with red.
“Please, you have to tell us.”
Fear clings to her pupils as her gaze jumps to A.
“He’s safe,” I tell her, knowing exactly what she’s thinking. “He’s a friend. He helped me when…”
I have to tell her. She has to know that I too was attacked by the killer. It’ll make her feel like she can open up to us.
“You what?” She places her cup down.
“It’s better if I show you.”
