I almost do part 11

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Part 11

Jason’s pov

Her words set my blood on fire and my heart felt it was going to burst from my chest. All I could do was stare at her with my mouth open like an idiot, there was so many things I wanted to say but the words failed to come out. I huffed out a few breaths trying to get my wits about me but God, how could I do that when she just confessed she still loved me. Her brows went together and a frown appeared on her face at my silence, “I’m, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” She stuttered as she looked back at the phone screen.

I stood suddenly surprising her and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. I felt her deep intake of breath as I ran my hand across her cheek, my fingers traced her lips after I pulled away slowly from her being careful when I got to place where her lip was stitched together. I smiled down at her, my heart was soaring when I saw the life and fire come back in her eyes. “I have always wanted you y/n, always have and always will. It’s my fault that you thought differently and I’m so sorry for that.”

Even though her face was still bruised and swollen slightly she was still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. The smile that replaced the earlier frown made tears spring to my eyes. I felt her hand move to the back of my neck, pulling me gently back down so our lips connected again. When she pulled away I rested my forehead on hers, “forgiven.” Her words were but a whisper across my lips, I felt like a thousand pounds of weight had lifted from my heart knowing she had forgave me.

Before either of us could say anything my phone began vibrating against the Styrofoam container where it was propped up. I growled and both of our attention went to the screen showing it was the police station calling. “I have to get that.” I pressed a swift kiss to her lips as she nodded, I grabbed the phone and walked out her door to the hallway.

“Hello?” I husked out.

“Mr. Momoa?” A raspy male voice sounded from the other end.

“Yeah?”

“This is detective Saint, I have some new information about Luke evans, can you come into the station today sometime?” The detective sounded weary.

“Can’t you tell me over the phone? I can’t leave y/n.”

Detective Saint sighed on the other end of the line, “I like to do things face to face but I suppose we can converse over the phone this time.”

A wave of relief washed over me knowing I wouldn’t have to leave her, but my nerves were on edge waiting on the news about Luke. “So, whats the news.”

He cleared his throat, “the body we recovered from Mr Evans and Ms y/l/n’s home was not Mr Evans himself.”

“Then who was it?”

“It seems that it was their elderly neighbor, Mr. Jenkins. The coroner suspects foul play, so this case has moved to homicide.”

The hairs on the back of my neck rose and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. “Do you know where he is?”

“We haven’t been able to locate Mr Evans yet but we are doing everything we can to find him. Is Ms. Y/l/n improving?”

I nodded then remembered he couldn’t see me, “shes awake and on the mend.”

“Well that’s great news. I need to speak with her as soon as possible.”

I sighed this time and rubbed my tired eyes, feeling the strain of everything that has happened. “I’ll ask her and see if she’s up for visitors. I’ll call you back and let you know.” I leaned against the wall outside of y/n’s room, “do you have any other information?”

A shuffle sounded on the other end of the line then the detective cleared his throat again. “That’s all I have for the moment, please let me know when will be the best time to speak to Ms. Y/l/n.”

“Will do, thanks detective.” The line cut off, my head thumped back against the wall with my thoughts racing. How in the hell am I going to tell y/n all that detective Saint had told him. He didnt want to stress her out any more than she already was, she didnt need that but if she talked to the detective then he would tell her. No, if she was gonna hear it from anyone it would be me. I took a steady deep breath then walked back into her room.

Her head was laid back on her pillow, eyes closed and her breathing steady and slow. I smiled to myself thankful that she was able to fall asleep without the medicine they have been giving her for sleep. I carefully wheeled the tray away from her bed and put the food boxes on the tray before sitting back down in the chair beside her bed. They had wheeled me a cot in here but I didnt want to sleep to sound in case she needed me during the night, so I chose the chair. I pulled the blankets up over her body until she was covered from her breasts all the way down. My eyes were heavy and it didn’t take long for me to doze off.

Y/ns pov

I stood inside mine and Luke’s living room, the afternoon light shining beautifully through the picture window showing the little specks of dust floating through the air. Fear crept up from my toes all the way to my head, my heart beat loudly it seemed as I could hear it echo off the walls. Only one word came to mind as I looked around the familiar room that held so many horrible memories, escape.

I heard heavy booted footsteps coming from the stairs. My breathing hitched as I tried to turn to the front door and run but my feet wouldn’t move. I tried with all the strength I had in my body but I couldn’t will them to move. He was close, a few more steps and he would find me here and this time I would never get away. One, two, three, four, then the footfalls stopped, all I could do was breathe and stare at the entranceway. Waiting for Luke to turn the corner and spot me.

Someone walked around the corner but it wasn’t Luke, it was jason. I could’ve collapsed on the spot when I seen him, he smiled widely at me and outstretched his hand beckoning me to take it. I tried but I couldn’t move, I opened my mouth to tell him but I had no voice. My eyes drifted past jason to the small movement in the background, it was Luke. He stood there smiling wickedly and unbeknownst to Jason, he was pointing a gun right at the back of Jason’s head.

I tried to motion to Jason, tried to scream to warn him of the danger but all I could do was stand there. I loud shot rang through the house, I felt the spray of blood and little particles of brain matter hit my face before Jason’s body fell limply to the floor at my feet. I stared at the blood running from the hole in his head and watched in horror as it started pooling around my bare feet.

“Why did you make do it?"  Luke whispered in a soft voice right in front of me. He ran a finger across my cheek smearing Jason’s blood as he did so. I tried to fight, do something, anything to Luke but again I stood still. He raised the gun and pointed it right between my eyes, I swallowed the lump in my throat growing bigger as I tasted the metallic taste of Jason’s blood. "I’ll see you soon.” Luke smiled again then pulled the trigger.

I sat straight up, gasping for air. Jason was there in an instant, I felt his hands on my shoulders and with instinct I jerked away from him. He held up his hands in a surrendering motion, “hey, baby, it’s okay. It’s me.” I looked wildly around the room confused, the images from my nightmare still lingering and seemingly meshing with the room I was in now. Someone came rushing through the door towards me.

“No! No don’t touch me!” I screamed as I lashed out at the person. It was Luke dressed in scrubs, fight or flight instincts kicked in and I chose fight. I landed a solid right hook to his jaw but then I felt strong arms holding me down. Jason’s face appeared on my left, he looked worried and upset, why wasn’t he doing anything to stop Luke. “Jason! Help me!” I cried out.

“I’m right here baby. You need to calm down, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” His voice was firm but I could still hear it tremble.

Luke appeared on my right side again, he wiped his nose that now trickled blood. I couldnt help but smile. “Dont touch me you son of a bitch!” I yelled again trying to thrash out once more to inflict more damage but Jason’s hold was to strong. “Jason he’s right here. Do something! Help me!”

“Who’s here?” He grunted as he restrained me.

“Are you fucking blind!? Luke’s here!”

I saw jason look up with concern in his eyes at Luke who stood there staring back at him. His eyes moved down to mine again, “he’s not here sweetheart. That’s the nurse.”

“No! It’s him!” Another pair of hands grabbed my legs and held them down as I began kicking out trying to get free. I felt a sharp stick in my arm, I whipped my head around to see Luke’s hand wrapped around a syringe that was in my arm. I felt a heaviness come over me and I was losing the will and strength to fight. It was just like my nightmare, I couldn’t move. My eyes began to droop as everything began to blur. “Ja-jason. Help, help me.” I don’t know if I said the words out loud or not but before my eyes closed I saw the tears in his eyes and the pain there as well.

Jason’s pov

Y/n finally relaxed in my arms and her breathing returned to normal. It took a total of three nurses plus myself to properly restrain y/n until they could give her a sedative. The one female nurse who had been knocked on her ass by the hard blow that y/n had gave her sported a bloody nose and will probably have a nasty bruise on her cheek in a few hours. The other two male nurses rushed to her but she insisted she was fine. “What the hell?” I whispered to either one of the nurses who could and would answer me.

“She must be suffering from PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder. Don’t quote me on it until Dr. Reed can confirm it. What was she doing at the time of the episode?”

“She was sleeping, then she shot straight up like she couldn’t breathe and, well you know the rest.” I said as I slumped back down in the chair.

“I see.” The female nurse grabbed y/ns chart and wrote down something. “Dr. Reed will be in first thing in the morning, she should still be out from the sedative by then. He can give you the run down of everything.”

I huffed out a breath, “thanks.” The nurses checked her stitches to make sure they hadn’t busted loose then left soon after that, I was left with silence and my racing thoughts. I had never seen y/n so afraid before and I had never felt so helpless. Hearing her call out for me and begging for me to help her against someone who wasn’t even there. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, I wished I could take all her pain and put it on me.

I checked my phone and it was after four in the morning, I was tired but there was no way I could go back to sleep. Even though the nurses said she would be out for a while I still wanted to be awake in case y/n woke in a panic again.

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