Dangerous Love

Chapter 19

Bella's POV

The sound of Nicole's gun going off gave me a shock. How the hell had she known how to shoot a gun, anyways?

Martin fell to the stone cold floor, his blood pouring out. I gagged slightly. I began to wonder how such a strong man, such as Martin, had gotten killed so easily. He had a seriously strong build.

"Nicole, why did you do that!" I screeched. I panicked; I could feel my blood pulsing in my veins.

"He deserved it. Aren't you mad about what he did to Ryan?" Nicole made a point. She ran up to Martin and searched his pants.

"What are you doing?" I asked. She found something from his pocket and pulled it out. "His key."

"Key?" I questioned. "Key to where?"

"His room," Nicole added. I grew more curious about his room.

She took the key, breathed a few times, and asked me, "Are you ready to go?"

"Well sure, I guess." I still had no idea where the hell we were going. I waited for Nicole to stand up, and after she did, I realized there was still a girl in the room.

"Nicole, what about this girl? Can I take care of her?" I asked,  bending down next to the girl. Nicole sighed, placing her gun in her pocket. "Fine. Bandage her up, give her some clothes, put her in the car and we will take care of her later. How does that sound?"

"Its reasonable." I smirked before grabbing a box labeled 'Serious Medical Emergencies' and laying it next to me. The girl had bruises and cuts all over her body. She needed a shower, as well.

I placed my hand on the right side of her cheek. "Shhhh, you're okay now." I felt as if I was talking to a baby. Though, she was hurt. And I knew that when I was hurt, the baby voice was comforting.

She opened her bright blue eyes. I was blinded for a couple seconds. This girl was beautiful. I could never understand why men would do such things to an innocent beauty.

She fluttered her eyelashes before speaking softly. "Who are you?"

"I'm here to take care of you. Does that sound okay with you?" I asked her. She looked terrified and I wanted her to know that everything would be alright.

"Yes. That sounds okay." She scratched her eye and looked down at her bruised, beaten, broken body. She attempted to cover herself.

"Would you like a blanket? I have a couple in the back of my car." She grinned lightly and nodded her head.

"Nicole, I'll be right back." Nicole threw a thumbs up and looked through the peep-hole of the door. She got her gun ready to shoot.

I ran quickly to the car, pulled out a couple of my blankets and a jacket. I also grabbed my thermos that was filled with hot tea. (A/N: HOT TEAA HELL YEA! ANYONE ELSE WITH MEH?)

I rushed back into the trashy shack and bent down next to the tiny girl. I finally had the courage to ask a question. "Here are the blankets. And, may I ask, how old are you?"

"14." No . . . No . . . He did this to a 14 year old?

I then looked around for Nicole. She was no where to be seen. I couldn't find Martin, either. His body disappeared.

"Oh no," I muttered. I searched and searched but Nicole and Martin weren't anywhere.

"I'll take you out to the car, play some music, and let you drink this hot tea. Also, I have some snacks out there. You look like you haven't eaten in weeks. Does that sound okay with you?"

"Yes. Thank you for being to kind to me." I picked her up (she was so light; she felt like a stick. It was noticeable that she hadn't eaten in awhile) and carried her out to the car.

"I'll be back!" I said before turning on the radio. I gave her the thermos and snacks and ran back to the shack. I was prepared for anything.

Including death.

Hell, with my intense life, I was expecting death around any and every corner. Every since I met Ryan, all I've gone through was bloody, intense scenes.

I looked through the peep hole and saw Martin choking Nicole. He was pushing her up against the wall. There was a young boy, maybe 15 or 16, behind Martin. He - like the girl I found - looked terrified, but Martin had probably forced him to watch.

I tried to open the door but had no luck. I screamed so loudly I think I even saw Martin flinch. My panic grew by the second. The sweat on my palms increased. A tear fell from my eye.

"NOOO!" I screamed. I pushed with all if my force against the door. Unsuccessful. I banged against the door continuously. I looked through the peep hole again and saw Nicole's face turning purple.

"HOLD ON, NICOLE! HANG IN THERE!" I screamed again. My throat hurt and my eyes were burning. I kept trying to open the door. But, eventually, the young boy opened the door for me. He motioned me to come in. Martin still had yet to see me.

I jumped on his back and tackled him. I strangled his throat; I knew my power wouldn't do much, but the young boy helped me out. He punched Martin in the stomach a couple times.

"That's for hurting my best friend!" He yelled, punching again. He wasn't talking about me, was he? Perhaps he was talking about the girl.

Martin pushed back into a wall. I felt like I'd broken my spine, but continued to strangle him. I fell to the floor, and as the boy was fighting Martin, I grabbed Nicole's pistol, aimed it at Martin, and shot.

This time, it aimed at the heart.

The pressure of the gun flung back at my face, probably leaving a bruise. The boy smiled but began freaking out. I'd be shocked if this were the first death I'd seen, too . . . But unfortunately for me, I'd seen too many of them.

"Let's go, kid." I grabbed the boy's arm and yanked him out of the place we were in. I threw him in the car violently. I immediately saw him hug the girl next to him.

I ran back into the building and found Nicole. I picked her up using the little muscle I had. Somehow, I managed to carry her to the car. I placed her in the passenger seat. I checked her pulse: still alive.

The tears were still streaming down my face by the time I had turned on the vehicle.

"Please don't cry," the boy said. "If you cry, I'll cry."

"I'm sorry. It's just that this is my best friend, and now she's in danger of losing her life. Good Lord, what kind of life am I living?"

The little girl handed one blanket to the boy next to her. He looked freezing.

"I'm Charlie," the boy said. "And I'm 14, too, like Daisy."

"Daisy? That's your name?" I asked the girl. She nodded her head. She definitely, definitely looked like a Daisy. She was too beautiful for her own good.

"I'm taking you guys to my house," I said. "You're one of us now."

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