Chapter 24 p.2

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Harry’s POV:

I will never forget that day.

Her face as she jumped was one of utter bliss and peace.

I think that's what scared me the most.

She may have been ready to go, but I wasn't ready to let her go.

She was one of the only good things in my life.

Once she hit, I heard it all the way up on the bridge. The hard thump and crack of ice, her body broken.

I didn't want to look once she hit the frozen surface.

Instead I ended up turning away, choking back sobs, as I dialed 911 and called for an ambulance, hoping that somehow, she was still alive, and that she would pull through.

Sitting in the back of the ambulance, Addie in my arms, clinging to me, I finally made myself look over at her.

I stopped hoping for a miracle then.

I didn't even believe it was possible.

Her face was unrecognizable, blood was everywhere, her limbs were twisted at odd angles.

Someone told me soon after they couldn't pick up any brain activity.

I was numb. I no longer felt anything but guilt and regret.

It was my fault she jumped.

I could've helped her, I should've done something sooner. I knew she was afraid that he'd come after her, somehow, no matter what I did. Which is why I should've had him arrested as soon as I found out about what she lived through every day.

You were being selfish.

You wanted to spend time with her, instead of acting and doing what really needed to be done. He's still here, but she's gone.

I put my head in my hands.

I called the police and told them I thought something violent was going on at Jessie's house.

The least I could do was to fulfill what she asked me to do.

Save Lily.

Lily was also taken to the emergency room, in fact, she demanded to be in the bed next to Jessie. She had cuts running down her arms and one finger was broken, and looked awful, but she was nowhere near as bad off as Jess.

Jessie. My beautiful girl.

Long brown curly hair, green eyes the color of the trees and always smelling of the woods and pine. But always wearing that haunted expression of one who has seen the darker side of life. Like a small animal that's been mistreated, yet remains loyal and stays with its master, regardless of the pain.

I'd never get to hold her again.

And you know what the worst part of it all is?

He wasn't even there.

Her father was gone by the time the cops showed up.

Sure, they were looking for him, but I didn't think they'd find him anytime soon. It could be months, years before they found him.

Which is why I'm going to take matters into my own hands.

I'm going after him.

And once I find him, he's dead.

I look over at Jessie, and reach for her hand.

Doctors have already put a hospital gown on her, but I don't think it really matters. None of their expressions are good.

"Mr.?" one of the doctor's looks up to me expectantly.

"Harry," I say, my voice hoarse, "Harry Styles."

"Relation?"

"I'm a cousin of Jessie's."

"Right," the doctor says, "that's what they all say."

He clears his throat and writes something down on his clipboard, his face blank and cold.

"Well seeing as there are no legal guardians present, I guess I'll give you the news."

I brace myself, seeing the answer in his eyes already.

Addie takes hold of my hand tightly, and we stare up at the doctor.

He sighs, like he's tired of telling people the outcome of their loved ones, "Well, there is officially no brain activity that we can see, but there is a very weak pulse."

A pulse? Maybe there's still a chance.

Sensing my change of emotions the doctor continues quickly, "She's in a coma, Mr. Styles, and the odds of her actually waking up, well, let's just say they're extremely low. Her physical state is emaciated and malnourished, and her limbs are broken, as well as a few ribs. Now, we can keep her on oxygen for a little while, if you want, but it might be best if you just make your peace, and let her go now."

"But she does have a pulse, right?" asks Addie.

The doctor nods.

"So she might be able to hear us, still?"

"Well, it is possible, there have been some coma cases where the patient has been able to hear people speaking and talking and have eventually woken up. But her physical state is already so decrepit that it is highly unlikely."

"I don't care," I say, my voice stronger. "She still has a chance to come back to us, no matter how small, I want you to keep her on life support."

Again with a heavy sigh, the doctor just nods and walks away.

Addie and I look at each other, and I pick her up and carry her over to look down at Jessie.

We sit on the edge of the bed, and I swear felt her squeeze my hand when I took it.

"Jess," I whisper, saying words only meant for her to hear, "I'm not giving up on you, you're meant to stay, be with me. I don't care how selfish that may sound or how long we’ve known each other, the thing is, I can't do this without you. I love you. Always and forever."

I lean down, and touch my forehead to hers, tears trickling down my face.

"Always."

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