Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
RACHEL
“ B racken!” I scream again, dropping to my knees next to him. His eyes are closed and his breaths are shallow. What am I supposed to do? How do I help him?
“Still hate me?” he murmurs, a ghost of his usual smirk on his face.
I don’t get a chance to reply before his eyelids flutter shut and he falls unconscious.
“No, no, no,” I whisper, pressing my hand to the wound, trying to apply pressure like they show in the movies.
Blood seeps between my fingers, but I don’t flinch away from the sight. He looks so helpless. I need to call an ambulance. Need to get help.
I take off my shirt quickly and tie it tightly around the wound. I hope it will keep enough pressure on it for me to get to my phone and make the call.
I guess I should wrap the other guy’s wound up, too.
But I’ll deal with him after I call the cops.
I return to Bracken’s side and touch his pale cheek.
“No, Bracken,” I say. “I no longer hate you.”
How can I hate someone who just saved my life?
It’s all mixed up in the loss of my virginity and the eclipsing climax and the fear when he crushed my glass cases.
I don’t know what I feel.
But I know one thing.
I don’t want Bracken to die.