His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One (28 page)

“Twenty-three minutes,” the grey-haired woman answers.

The medics and police ask questions, but my mouth won’t move. I can’t help now. My world is closing in, becoming dark and cold. The lies and regret fill me with a sharp pain that gathers at my head and shoots through my body like a charge.

“Sir, can you tell us what happened here? Did you see what happened?” a voice asks, but I can’t take my eyes off of Abby.

I’m going to lose her. She’s so hurt by my actions, actions that led us here to a dark hole in the depths of hell. She wouldn’t have been standing in the street. She would have been at work, at her desk finishing her work.

“Sir, I know this is difficult, but I need you to tell me what happened.”

I search for the grey-haired woman that helped me so much through this, just by being here, but I can’t find her. She’s gone. She must have gone with the police to give her statement.

“Sir? Are you hurt? Is this your blood or the young lady’s?”

“Abigale Hayes, her name is Abigale Hayes. It’s her…blood,” I answer.

“Ok.” The police officer has a kind voice and he’s trying to help me; help that I don’t deserve.

“A grey sedan hit her and just drove away, he just drove the fuck away,” I hiss.

“You saw the driver? A male?” The police officer is collecting information in hopes of finding the son of a bitch responsible for my angel laying on the ground bleeding to death.

“No, I didn’t see, the windows were blacked out. I couldn’t see.”

And then it hits me, the motherfucking car sped up when she was standing in the street. Normal people would slow down, but this twisted fuck sped up. They hit her on purpose.

“Damn it!” I hit the pavement below me.

“Sir? Can I have your name, please?” the officer asks.

“Evan Young.”

This name is the only thing I have left of my mother and the only thing I have that isn’t connected to my father. For that, in this moment, I’m grateful. My mother’s presence is here even if only in spirit.

The officer continues to ask questions, but I’m not paying attention. They’re moving Abby onto a gurney to place her into the ambulance and I need to make sure they don’t hurt her.

“Mr. Young?” the officer asks again.

“Ask your stupid fucking questions to that lady.”

“Sir? What lady?” His confused tone says that he doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about.

“The lady that you spoke with a few minutes ago.” As I speak, the confusion says he thinks I’m crazy. “The lady that told you how long Abby has been laying here…since the accident.” Do I need to draw him a fucking picture?

“Mr. Young, you have been through a traumatic experience and I assure you we will do everything in our power to find the person that did this, but in the meantime I need you to help by cooperating. Slow down and think carefully. What woman are you referring to? If she’s a witness I will need to speak with her too,” he continues.

This young asshole is getting on my nerves with this think slowly bullshit. I point in the direction she had been sitting when the ambulance arrived. I gave him a description as he wrote down the information.

“Sir, there was no woman matching that description. Well, no woman at all sitting there when I approached the scene.” This idiot didn’t see the woman sitting right next to Abby when he arrived? What the hell?

“I spoke to her; I know she was here. She was providing CPR when I got to Abby. Ask any one of these people, they will tell you,” I demand.

“Ok, I will ask around and try to have her located.” He half smiles.

Maybe he doesn’t think I’m crazy after all or maybe that’s what they do right before they put you in the psych ward. Standing on my legs, I follow the gurney that holds my Abby, the medics working tirelessly on her helpless body. I want to hold her, to tell her everything is going to be ok, but I can’t do anything to make this right.

“I want to go with her,” I announce to the man and woman in the ambulance.

“Are you family?” The woman, about the same age as Abby, asks.

“I’m her boyfriend, I’m not leaving her.” My voice says everything that my words can’t. The two look to each other and nod their heads to me.

The ambulance moves quickly through traffic, blaring sirens, getting the attention of the drivers that share the road. Abby lays on the gurney with straps, tubes, and wires everywhere on and in her body. She has a pulse on the monitor, but it is so weak from the blood loss it doesn’t pick up several times as we drive to the hospital. My body is next to hers as my hand caresses hers.

“Sir, I need room to work on her,” the woman says.

“I’m not leaving her side, so figure it out.” I will never leave her side. If she dies, I die. If she jumps off the edge, I jump off the edge, its Abby and me forever. I’m never letting anyone or anything get in the way of that and if they do, well my demons will surface and I will handle it the way it needs to be handled.

The ambulance quickly stops and the driver opens the door. He asks me to get out so that they can get Abby inside. The gurney is being wheeled into the hospital and the doctors and nurses of the emergency room run to her side.

“Oh my God, it’s Abigale Hayes,” a nurse whispers to the attending physician. Abby’s parents worked in this hospital. This is the same hospital her sister was brought to after the accident, and this is where she died. My Abby isn’t going to die here, I’m not going to let her die.

Everyone moves so fast, the staff speak to each other in a foreign language; foreign because I don’t understand the medical terms.

“Sir?” I turn to see a red-haired woman with freckles covering her round face. “Sir, I have some paperwork that needs to be filled out. Can you please come with me?” she asks nervously.

“Sorry, I’m not leaving her.” I turn back around, watching as they pull her into a room, closing the curtain behind them.

A nurse peeks from behind the curtain, closing it again and then exits, walking towards me. “Sir, my name is Tory. I’m one of the emergency room nurses. We are going to be working on Abby, ok?”

“I wanted to come out here and just get a bit of information for the doctor. Are you her boyfriend, friend?”

How the fuck is this going to help Abby? “Yes, boyfriend.”

“Ok, have her parents been contacted?”

“No.”

“Sir, Abby has lost a significant amount of blood, her blood pressure is very low. We will be administering blood and fluids.” Her soft smile doesn’t tell me anything. Is she going to be ok? That’s all I want to fucking hear from these people.

“Is there someone we can call for you? Will you be contacting her family or would you like us to do that?”

I run my hands through my hair, kneeling down to my knees. “Is she going to be ok?” I cry like a fucking baby. Calling people for what? It’s the here and now, is she going to be ok? Will she really leave me? Can I let her go?

The woman that stands in front of me is my link to the only person in this world that I can ever love. I’m going to lose control; Abby is the only one that can stop me from that.

“Is she going to make it, be ok?” My hands cover my face, hiding the pain. I look up from the floor when she doesn’t answer and she’s crouched down with me.

“I don’t know, but I can tell you that we are doing everything that we can, ok? I will go see how she’s doing. There is coffee over there and I will be back soon.” Her hand meets mine. She can see the pain in my face and I’m grateful for her caring demeanor.

Chapter Eighteen

Evan

I have been sitting in this waiting room for a fucking hour. I can hear each second tick by on my watch and it’s starting to make the craziness sneak in through the hole that sits in my heart. The couple that entered fifteen minutes ago are chasing after their children and checking the messages that come over their phones. They seem so normal. Is normal good? I want normal; I want that with Abby. I want to yell at them to show some damn respect. I just want to yell, break or hit something. I feel helpless and hopeless all at the same time.

Michael and Natalia texted me, asking how Abby was doing. I’m so fucking glad I have Natalia following that bitch Monica. If Natalia hadn’t called me from that coffee shop I don’t know what would have happened. Fuck! I put my head down again, thinking of the things that could have happened to Abby. My angel is strong, but Monica could have hurt her. I’m responsible for Abby being in that position.

The car that hit her will be dealt with, I will see to that personally. I need to call her parents. I don’t know what to say to them. I run my hand down my scruff, deciding the best way to approach this. They have been through so much as parents. I can’t bear to put them through that again. My head hangs in defeat.

Picking up my phone I dial the number I dread.

“Hello?” Abby’s mom has such a sweet voice; you always know you can trust her, just like you can Abby.

“Mrs. Hayes…Um, Abby has been involved in an accident.” I feel like such an ass for waiting so long to call them. I guess I was hoping when I did call there would be good news and there hasn’t been any news at all yet. No one coming out here to tell me my angel, the only one in my world, my entire world, will be ok.

“Oh my God! Evan is she ok? What happened?” She gasps in horror. How am I going to tell her Abby isn’t ok?

“No, and I think you should come now. I’m waiting to hear from the doctors or nurses, and no one will tell me anything. Maybe if you call they will tell you something.” I’m silently pleading now.

There is muffled speech on the other end. “Evan we are on our way, we will get on the first flight out ok? I will call the hospital right now. When one of us knows something the other will call, ok?” She hangs up with haste. She knows by the sound of my voice she needs to be here. Abby needs all of us to be here for her.

I walk up to the counter where the nurses busy themselves, asking if Abby is ok. They only repeat what they have been saying every fifteen minutes I have asked. “We don’t know anything yet.” My phone beeps with a text.

Natalia:
How is she?

Natalia has never officially met Abby, but she has seen her behind the scenes and like everyone around Abby, it is hard not to fall in love with her.

Evan:
I don’t know
.

Natalia
: I know this is a bad time, but I lost Monica after she left your apartment.

Evan:
Ok let me know when you find her, keep her on a short leash.

Natalia:
Got it.

She ends.

I have always been the strong one for Abby and now more than ever I need her to be strong for me. I need her to hold up her end of the bargain. I will love her forever and she will love me forever. My forever is coming to an abrupt end.

I pace the waiting room, another hour rolling by. I have held my temper for Abby’s sake, but these people are about to find out where I’m willing to go for the information I need. My breathing is becoming forced and hard. The police are here asking questions. I don’t have answers for them and even if I did, I plan on dealing with this myself. I will find the bastard responsible and I WILL deal with them.

“Mr. Young?” An older man in blue scrubs and a surgical hat calls out as he enters the waiting room. I jump to my feet in a split second.

“Yes, is she ok?” I need the information only this man can give. I want to grab him and shake out the answers that I so desperately need.

The doctor removes his surgical hat and looks to me with defeat on his face and in his eyes. My world goes black. I can’t feel my body, I sink into the floor, I’m falling into the depths of hell and I don’t care. I want to fall because she’s gone. My angel is gone and now I will die. I will find the fucker responsible and torture him until I’m ready to end their miserable existence and then
I
will die too.

I collapse to the floor crying out in pain. I can’t help it. I woke up this morning to the most amazing woman in the world and now she’s gone. What else can I do? I love her, I live to love her, where she is, and I am. She’s my heaven, my angel, my every fucking thing.

“Sir, Abby isn’t gone.” The sound of this is in my head. I want it to be true. I want him to really be saying this to me. I continue to cry like a fucking baby. “Mr. Young, she isn’t gone,” he continues. I quickly raise my head to search his face.