The automatic doors at the hospital entrance glided open as I approached. I was still so pissed with myself for allowing this shit to happen. I should have made sure the bitch was dead before I head the truck! Mrs. Slade had been in the hospital for three days and I hadn't been able to get close to her. That fucking lawyer hadn't left her side at all except to go home and change and even then, that fucking son of her's was there to stay with her while he was away.
Right now Bobby was in school, so the lawyer was taking her home, and he had pulled out of the parking lot just three minutes ago. I don't know where he was going, but when I saw his car disappear around the corner, I hurriedly exited my car and made my way to the door. This was my last chance to get to her before she was taken home and was untouchable.
She had to be taken care of. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't let this go now. I'm sure she had seen my face.
"Well hello there!" I heard a voice coming from behind me and I froze and slowly turned to look at her, pasting a smile on my face.
"Hi there Nurse Jackson. How's it going?" I asked, but I didn't wait for her to answer, just turned the corner and continued on my way to Saron's room. That lady would talk my ear off about her snot nosed little boy, and I really didn't' have the time.
When I made it to Sharon's room, I glanced in to see that no one else was in the room. I quietly slipped in and shut the door behind me. She looked like she was sleeping. This should be easy...
I crept slowly to the side of her bed, the muffled sound of my rubber-soled boots was the only sound in the room.Quietly, I slid a pillow off of an empty chair next to her bed and approached. This bitch had allowed her bastard son to touch my girl. My beautiful, sweet...
I balled my fists to form a tight grip on both sides of the pillow and just as I was leaning over her, I heard the hinges on the door squeak.
Fuck!! I was going to be caught!!!
The door to Mrs. Slade's room was closed as I approached it, so I assumed she was asleep. I really didn't want to wake her, but I had so many questions scrambling around in my brain and I had no one to talk to about them. I could ask my dad, but he was so protective when it came to boys, I knew he would flip when he found out that I had had sex with Bobby. I wish my mom was still alive, she would know what to say.
When I reached the door, I opened it slowly and crept in, cringing as the hinges creaked. I walked into the room and closed the door behind me, looking around the surprisingly spacious room. Sharon must have good insurance if the hospital let her have such a big room to herself.
She was sleeping.
I thought I heard a noise behind me, so I turned my head quickly, but there was no one there. It must have been my imagination. When I turned back to Sharon, her eyes were blinking open and she was shuffling to a sitting position in bed.
"Isobel? Honey what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?"
I sat down in the chair next to her bed and leaned forward. "Uh--yeah." I said awkwardly as I searched for the right words. "I wanted to talk to you...." I trailed off and stared at a ball of lint on her covers.
"About what sweetie?"
"Well I have a question to ask really--it's about--well...."
"Calm down, Isobel. Jeez you're blushing. Honey, you know you can talk to me about anything right?" she asked as her hand reached out and grasped my own. "Now what did you have to ask?"
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He Saved MeMystery / Thriller
Isobel Davis will never forget the night she was snatched into an alley and brutally raped while a knife was pressed against her throat. She will also never forget the boy who saved her. But even though he saved her that night, how can he save her f...