After being disowned by her parents, fifteen year old Serena Verlice finds herself in a toxic relationship with a much older man. She undergoes four years of emotional and physical abuse until one day she goes to the doctor and receives a devastatin...
"Get me your security now," I borderline yell, my worry for Serena personifying it's self in the form of my unwavering anger.
"Yes right away sir," She stutters, scrambling to her feet. "Follow me," She instructs, leading me down the hallway and into an elevator.
No matter how hard I try and regain composure I can't, my mind a jumbled mess of panic and pessimistic thoughts.
The elevator stops on the top floor. I step out into an area that looks much more professional than the rest of the hospital.
"Did you hear me?" The woman asks, breaking me out of my haze. "I said I need to return to my desk, the security office is just in there," She says, still standing in the elevator as she points to a door at the end of the hall.
I nod, my mouth dry.
The elevator dings shut, the sound echoing through the short hallway as I begin walking to the end.
I pass a large break room with numerous nurses and doctors eating within as well as multiple bathroom doors until I eventually reach the room with an icon of a security camera stuck to the door.
I don't bother knocking, pushing my way inside.
The room is small, tiny even. There's an array of computer screens all pointing towards one man in a chair, who is currently fast asleep.
He leans back on the uncomfortable looking chair, his mouth agape as he drolls on himself.
I close the door behind me and approach him, slamming my fist down on the desk. A few things tumble to the ground as he bolts upright, looking alarmed as he assesses his surroundings.
"Who the hell are you?" He practically screeches, gripping his chest as though he's about to have a heart attack.
"Pull up the security footage from room seventy on the ground floor," I order, ignoring his question.
"Excuse me? I can't just give that to a stranger," He scoffs. I lift up my shirt ever so slightly, thankful my pistol is still tucked into my waistband from yesterday.
I pull it out, pressing the cold steel barrel to his temple, my urgency to figure out what happened to Serena making my actions much more unhinged than they'd usually be.
"Pull it up," I instruct calmly, looking down at him.
He flys into action, sitting perched on the edge of his seat as he scrambles to find the footage. "What are you looking for?" He stutters out nervously as he clicks on numerous different files.
"I need to find my girlfriend, she's missing from her room," I tell him.
"Are you sure she didn't just leave on her own accord?" He asks curiously.
"She didn't." I reply bluntly, knowing she was pumped with so much morphine she wouldn't even be able to walk.
He nods, continuing to work away.
"We don't keep cameras inside of patient's rooms but I have the footage from the hallway," He says nervously, scared this revelation will anger me further.
"Play it." I tell him, lowering my pistol.
He presses play and I instruct him to fast forward to the time in which I left Serena alone.
I watch the screen in horror as I leave her room and head towards the canteen, wishing I could go back in time and scream at myself.
Not even two minutes a large nurse in scrubs walks calmly down the hall pushing a wheelchair, a surgical mask concealing his face.
My fists clench in anger, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
He returns moments later, Serena slouched in the chair as he pushes her into the hallway, the tubes from her IV now dangling uselessly from her arm.
"Should I call the police?" The man questions, already unlocking his phone before I even have time to answer.
I grab it out of his hand, leaving him shocked. He goes to reach for it back but I lift up the pistol yet again, reminding him that he is not the one in control of this situation.
I open the phone app and type in one of the only numbers I know off by heart.
It rings over and over again, the sound almost driving me to insanity as I shift on my feet.
"Hello?" A bored sounding voice picks up.
"Lucian?" I question although I would recognise that voice anywhere. "Emilio? What happened?" He asks urgently, picking up on the desperation lacing my voice.
"Lucian she's gone."
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