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I’ve read about giving birth. I’ve even been brave enough to watch a few YouTube videos.
But now I can actually feel it happening. I'm more scared than I ever imagined, and I figure I only have one option left. One that I’m scared enough to have to try. I’m relieved when I feel in my pocket, and my cell is still there. Pulling it out, I click on the one number I bothered to store. The only number that matters, and the only person who can help us now.
I just pray that he’ll answer this time, because now we need him more than ever.
I’m hanging out at the fire pit by myself. Wondering how the fuck things have come to this.
Ella out there, her life being threatened, and me being able to do fuck all about it. Prez finding out how I feel about her and me getting what’s coming all seems irrelevant.
I wish I could convince him to trust me again. To let me take her away from here, I’d die before I let anything happen to her. Do anything to keep her safe. I flick my cigarette into the flames and stand up. It’s time to come clean, I’m gonna speak to Prez, admit that I’ve fallen in love with his daughter. Consequences be damned.
I’m heading back inside when my cell starts vibrating inside my jacket and when I pull it out, I see a number I don’t recognize. Everyone around here uses burner phones, it could be anyone.
I press the phone to my ear and block out the music booming out from Tac’s truck by slamming a hand over my other one.
“Nyx… Nyx. Oh thank god.” I recognize her voice straight away, and hearing her sound so fucking scared cuts me up so much that I almost choke.
“Ella, you okay? What’s wrong?” She doesn’t answer, all I can hear is heavy breathing, followed by tiny whimpers that petrify the fuck out of me.
If Chop or any of those Bastard cunts have her, if they’ve laid a finger on her.I’ll kill them.
“Ella, where are you?”
“At that park, four blocks from mine,” she manages, struggling between stuttered breaths.
What the hell is she doing there?
“You alone?”
She doesn’t answer me and hearing her cry down the phone is unbearable.
“Ella are you alone?” I shout down the phone.
“Yes,” she manages, and it eases me up but only until her next painful moan.
“Ella are you in trouble?” I ask.
“Yeah Nyx… I’m in real fucking trouble,” she says, her voice so weak I hear the shiver in it.
“I’m coming for you, just sit tight, okay?”
The phone goes dead and I waste no more time. Heading straight for my truck, and skidding out the yard.
I drive to the park without looking at my speedo or stopping for any reds. My mind racing with all the things that might have happened to her. I could be walking straight into a trap, but getting to my girl is all that matters
I hop out of my truck and scan around the park for a sign of her. Then a loud painful wail that comes from the toilet block points me in the right direction. I sprint towards her, almost ripping the door off its hinges to get to her.Then when I find her crouched forward on her hands. Her body struggling for breath and rigid with pain,I sink on my knees beside her.
“Ella, what’s wrong?” She’s crying so hard, her eyes are swollen and there’s blood seeping from her nose. She looks up at me guiltily when I brush away the hair that’s stuck to her face with tears and sweat.
“Ell, tell me what it is so I can fix this.” I’m doing my best to stay calm, though I’m ready to beat the shit out of whoever’s done this to her. Her pain seems to ease, and her body relaxes slightly. Enough for her to shift her body to sit back on her knees. Her tear filled eyes lower down her body, and when I follow them I feel my own double in size. Her hand ispressed tight against her sweater, and her usual flat stomach is now much larger and round.
“Holy fuck.” I stumble backwards. Hitting the ground with my ass.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call. I didn’t think it would hurt this much. Please help me, Nyx, I’m so scared,” she begs and I can’t even respond, I’m still staring at her, my fingers trembling as I push them through my hair and try to fuckin’ think straight.
“Nyx,” she cries out my name, tears rolling over her cheeks and causing me to snap out of it. Somehow, I push all my shock to the side, and suck in the panic. Then launching forward, I take her in my arms and scoop her up, rushing as fast as I can to get her to my truck.
There’s a comfort in having her close, and despite the urgency of the situation I can’t resist placing my lips to her temple and appreciating how it feels to hold her again. When I reach the truck, I place her carefully on the passenger seat, then race back around the front of the truck to jump in beside her.
