Chapter 2
Chapter two
Headaches & Confessions
Peyton
Gasping awake, I peel my eyes open and try to focus but can’t, everything is so blurry. I close them again then reopen and see Riley passed out on the ground next to me. Her blonde hair covering her face—Blood everywhere.
Sitting up, I slip in the crimson and smash my elbow against the wood floor.
Biting my lip to keep in the scream, I steady myself and reach for her.
Why isn’t she moving? No, please no. Blinding sharp pain jabs me in the head, causing my vision to blur again as I scoot next to her, rolling her on her back.
“Jesus Christ! What did he do to her?” I say, not knowing where the fuck to start, but seeing the blood gushing from her groin, I take my robe off and hold it against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. I need my medical kit and clothes!
Getting up from the floor, the room spins for a second and I grip onto the counter for support.
Once I'm steady, I rush to my room, grab a t-shirt and sweats, throw them on and pick up my bag from the chair in the corner of my room. Running back to Riley, I feel for a pulse and pray there is one. Fuck yes, it’s there but it’s faint. She’s losing too much blood.
Opening the bag, I take out my kit and start stitching her up. Just as I clean the wound and thread the needle, the door swings open and an old man walks in with a few others. Immediately, I reach for my scalpel and raise it up to the men.
“Get the fuck away from us!” I spit as the old man bends down, tilting his head at me.
“Dear, I’m the doc sent by Mr.Rodriquez- Rivers and Mr. Abernathy. What injuries have you sustained?” he asks and I shake my head.
“None, I don’t think. She needs more help than me! She’s been stabbed numerous times. Her pulse is faint but her heart is still beating!” I growl and he nods.
“Yes, alright. You go with Gregory while me and Andrew get her out of here. I’ve been given orders to get you both to safety.” He assures me but I shake my head.
“She’s lost so much blood. This wound.” I point, showing him. “We need to stitch it up before we move her. The other wounds are bad but not life threatening like this one.” I tell him and he nods, placing his bag down, unzipping it and pulling out gloves.
“Alright, I will assist you. Let’s do this rather quickly.” He says and I get to work.
Hours later I sit at his office in the room as he works on her. Asher busts through the doors and immediately comes for me. I stand meeting him halfway as he grabs me into a hug, squeezing me tightly while shoving his face into my neck.
“Are you alright baby? I thought I lost the both of you!” He sobs. It’s very rare that Asher shows emotions like this. So it melts my heart knowing how deeply he cares for me–for us.
“I’m okay. My head is pounding but I’ll live.” I joke which causes him to growl.
“Not the time for jokes, Little Dove. How's she doing?” he asks as he kisses my cheeks to my lips. I sink into him the minute his mouth is on mine.
“He-he fucking stabbed her, Ash. Like more than a normal person would. He tried to kill her.” I say as he pulls away looking me in the eyes.
“How many times?” he asks, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Seven times,” I whisper as his eyes widen and anger takes over his features. His jaw tenses as his hands that were once splayed on my back are now in fists.
“I’m going to kill him.” He snarls and I shake my head as tears fall down my cheeks.
“Ash, you can't, you can’t go around killing people who hurt us.” I say and he smirks.
“You wanna fucking bet!” He growls and I gasp.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I ask but he shakes his head, pacing the room.
“I’ll explain once she’s awake. There is something I have to tell the both of you. I’m not going to explain it twice. So let it go for now and wait until our girl wakes up. Okay?” He asks and I nod.
“Fine! Can you just hold me? It’s been a very stressful few hours and I didn’t know if you were coming here or what was going on.
I have questions, Ash. Like who is Mr. Rodriguez-Rivers and how do you have a Doctor on payroll?
Like what the fuck? I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other?
” I growl and he places his finger against my lips.
“Spiraling Sally. I need you to chill. I’ll answer everything once Riley is awake. I promise.” He smiles, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.
“Ugh, whatever! Asher. Again just fucking hold me for a bit please. That’s the least you can do!” I yell and he laughs.
“I think the doc needs to stitch your head. Did you know you have a gash right here?” he points, pressing his fingers on the side of my head. I wince, scrunching up my nose at the pain, jabbing me in the skull.
“Ouch, fuck! Don't touch it!” I scold and he lifts his hands in surrender.
“Okay, okay. Come sit. Then the doc needs to check on you.” He tells me as he spins, dragging me towards the couch and pulling me down into his lap, wrapping his arms around me.
Melting into his chest I sigh which only makes him squeeze me tighter.
“I was so scared, Peyton. That motherfucker sent me videos of the two of you bleeding out and he slashed my tires. I didn’t think I’d make it to you guys.
I’ve been in panic mode trying to get here.
” He confesses and I place a soft kiss on the bottom of his chin.
“You know I love you right?” I ask as his eyes shoot down to mine.
“You do?” he asks with a raised brow.
“So fucking much Asher. I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I just didn’t have the balls to say it.” I admit and he chuckles.
“I love you too, Peyton.” He whispers, kissing the tip of my nose.
Now if our girl would wake up, then we can tell her how much we love her too.