Chapter Thirty-Seven
T he pressure was suddenly gone, Drew’s weight no longer pressing down on me, allowing the agony to ease enough for my head to clear and consciousness to return before I lost it completely.
There was a loud thud; a grunt; glass shattering.
I forced my eyes open. Disoriented, it took several moments to understand what I was seeing.
Logan’s back was to me, his fists digging into the collar of Drew’s shirt where he’d pinned him against the wall.
“You son of a bitch!” Logan gritted through his teeth.
Drew grinned, blood trailing from a cut above his eyebrow. “Aww, ya fuckin’ her too, bro? Don’t worry, you can have her back when I’m done.”
Logan roared as he brought his arm back and punched Drew again .
Drew shook his head with a drunk snicker, the alcohol dulling his senses. He shoved against Logan and they disappeared from my line of sight toward the windows.
Hearing their struggle, I blinked and tried to push myself up but moaned in pain, unable to move my left arm at all.
I rolled myself onto my right side and forced my body up. My head was pounding and the room spun for a few seconds before I could focus. I slowly moved my legs to the foot of the bed and tried to stand but they collapsed under me. When I hit the floor, I screamed again as searing fire ripped through my side.
“Madison!”
I rolled to my back, exhausted.
It was a battle to keep my eyes open. It felt like looking through one of those View-Master toys from my childhood. A flash of an image before my eyelids would close and I would have to fight to open them again.
Logan looked down at me with alarm.
Drew’s fist connected with a loud thud on Logan’s jaw.
Logan and Drew fell.
Logan and Drew struggled on the floor.
Drew straddled Logan’s back.
Logan pulled at Drew’s arm around his neck.
Logan’s face fought to breathe.
Through the fog, I felt fear again, this time for the man I loved. I knew I had to stay conscious and move .
I clenched my teeth, breathing heavily through my nose as I pulled myself up the side of the bed. I cried out but managed to sit, then turned my knees, leaning onto the mattress, and closed my eyes when my vision swirled again. I shook it off and forced my body to stand.
I took a step and cried out as glass sliced into my foot. The floor was covered in broken pieces and whiskey. I took another small step and slipped on the wet tile, falling onto the table by the door.
Blinking down at it, willing myself not to blackout, my eyes focused on my sculpture. I steadied myself and moved my hand onto it, wrapping my fingers around the heavy metal base.
I turned to look at Logan and saw his face was red, moving toward purple, still unable to dislodge Drew’s arm from around his neck.
I squeezed my eyes closed again then opened them with determination. I found my balance and took unsteady steps closer to the men struggling on the floor, barely able to feel it as another piece of glass went into my heel. My arm shook as I lifted the bird higher.
Drew seemed to sense my nearness. When he started to turn his face up, I cried out and used my last bit of strength to bring the sculpture down on his head.
He slumped on Logan’s back as his arm loosened, and Logan started to cough as he sucked in air. He quickly pushed himself up on his hands and knees as Drew slid to the floor, unconscious .
I swayed as I took a few steps back trying to keep my balance, the sculpture falling from my fingers onto the bed.
Blinking down at Logan, I watched his face fill with terror as he stared up at me.
“Oh god… Madison.”
I turned my head to look at my reflection in the mirror and saw a circle of blood spreading quickly on the fabric of my light blue dress. In the center, a large piece of glass from the broken whiskey bottle I’d fallen on was protruding from my side.
Seeing it, I started to feel it along with the other pain all over my body as it came back in full force, my adrenaline tanking.
I turned back to Logan, my vision becoming fuzzy fast as I watched him push himself off the floor.
Scared now, I knew I wanted to tell him at least once, just in case.
“I love… you,” I whispered between labored breaths, hoping he could hear me as his blurred image stepped over Drew’s body moving quickly toward me.
I tried to reach for him, but my arm felt so heavy.
“Tell… my girls… I love…”