-Austin's POV-
"Okay," She breathed a sigh of relief into the phone.
I risk fully switched lanes on the highway without indication or checking. One hand was hung loosely on the wheel with the other propped up against the window with my phone to my ear.
"Are you nearly here?" She asked, with hope evident in her voice.
"Yeah. Why did you go so far out of town" I said, growing agitated the more I thought out this whole situation.
"I don't know I was just driving and before I even realised anything the car run out of-" She was cut short and silence suddenly filled the other end of the call.
"Madison?!" I asked, unable to hide the worried tone in my voice. I quickly swerved a right as I approached the motel.
"I'm okay. He's coming up to my room." She whispered.
"I'm here just-" I was cut off when I head a loud gun shot echoe from outside of the car. As fast as I possibly could, I fled out of my car and ran up to the building.
"Austin!" She yelled.
The voice was beyond the phone call now, and it rang through my ears. I stuffed my phone into my pocket and looked up at the building, desperately trying to find some kind of place I could get access. Within a matter of a few seconds, I noticed some rusty metal stairs going up the side of the building which let to a door. Without even thinking about it, I found myself sprinting up the stairs two at a time until I got to the door. It was unlocked already, which seemed to be the only thing that's gone right for me lately.
I sprinted down the hall calling her name as I tried to locate where she was. The sound of agonizing screams indicated which room she was in and I ran over to it. I stopped at the locked door and repeatedly barged into it, trying with all the strength I could muster to break it down. The door crashed forwards, throwing my body with it as I stumbled into the room. My breathing was heavy and unstable and my body was tense. Automatically, my eyes fell to the small body tucked up on the floor. Madison.
She looked like the life had been knocked right out of her.
I rushed over to her and kneeled down beside her. Her breathing was weak and I could tell she was in some immense pain. "It burns like hell" She screamed, tightening her hand which was kept over the wound. I needed to do something- the longer you wait, the more it hurts.
My gaze moved down to her arm which was leaving a small pool of blood on the floor. I gently grasped onto her wrist and moved it aside so that I could see the damage. Her hand was covered with blood and her top was stained. The bullet was still stuck in her skin.
"Is it bad?" She asked shakily.
Yes.
"No." I stated calmly.
My mind was going crazy- but at the same time it was blank. I know the possibilities that a life in crime entails- but I never thought it'd get this far. I was always supposed to protect her. It shouldn't be like this. Everything felt so surreal.
It took me a good few minutes to work up the courage to do what I was about to do. Mainly because I knew I was about to cause her the most intense discomfort.
I threw my jacket to the side and took my shirt off. "This is gonna be painful" I warned her and she nodded, drawing in a big breath.
As quickly as possible, I tore the bullet from her arm and tightly wrapped my shirt around the upper arm where the wound was, to prevent blood loss. I blocked out the noises of her agonizing screams, knowing I was doing what was best for her.
I looked down at her, her eyebrows scrunched together as she yelled in the worst pain she had probably experienced. I supported her arm gently up from the blood stained wooden floor.
Once the pain had subsided a little, her eyebrows furrowed together momentarily before looking up at me for what seemed like the first time in forever.
"I'm okay," She said, though I knew she was anything but.
Cutting off eye contact, I looked down, shaking my head at the fact that she would say something like that in a situation like this. "You could have died."
"But you saved me."
"That's besides the point. It never should have happened in the first place."
She didn't answer. I hooked an arm under her upper body and one under her legs and held her close to me as I stood up, her head rested gently against my bare chest. "I swear to God I'm gonna kill him" I spat furiously.
-Madison's POV-
"You took the wrong turning" I mumbled with my head pressed against the cold car window, my hand still clung to the bloody fabric wrapped around the wound.
"We're not going home." He said. "That shirt's only gonna work for so long until you just bleed right through it. And if I get stopped by police and they see you've been shot then I'm done for."
I nodded, agreeing with him. "Where are we going?"
"We're stopping halfway at one of my warehouses we used to live at. It'll do for the night." He looked over at me as he stopped at a red light, as if he was mentally inspecting my arm.
"Austin stop it, it's not that bad." I lied, knowing he was beating himself up over it.
"How stupid do you think I am, Madison?!" He raised his voice, speeding through the traffic once the light changed green.
"It was my fault!" I exaggerated with a roll of my eyes.
"None of this was your fault," He muttered.
"Then it wasn't yours either." I stated simply with a shrug of my shoulders.
He bit his lip, probably stopping himself from answering back.
The rest of the car ride was silent, neither of us spoke up because neither of us had anything to say. Although the pain coursing through my body just made me fatigued, and we couldn't get to the warehouse soon enough.
Thankfully, we pulled up outside it moments after. I undid my seatbelt and opened the door. "No wait, hold up" Austin said, and quickly got out of his side and jogged round. "Let me get on your back" I said before he carried me bridal style. It hurt when he did that because my arm was pushed up against his chest. He turned around without saying anything and I hopped onto his back, with one of my arms around his back and his arms holding my legs. He pushed the car door shut and walked into the warehouse.
It appeared house like- but it didn't have a comfortable atmosphere about it like our home did.
He sat me down on the counter in the bathroom and I watched as he searched through the drawers. He popped three pills onto his hand and filled a small cup with water, "Take these" He said.
"What are they" I asked cautiously and took them from him. "They'll numb the pain"
Right now he could of handed me euthanasia and I would have took it just because I was desperate for the pain to stop- I'd try anything. I swallowed the pills as he carefully undid the shirt which was around my upper arm. "Thanks for doing this" I said softly, breaking the tension.
"Babe I'm your boyfriend. You don't have to thank me for stuff like this, it's my job to be here for you no matter what. Even though I let you down,"
My heart melted and butterflies flew around in my stomach. "You could never let me down" I placed my non bloody hand on his shoulder as he stood between my legs.
"No matter how reckless and careless I may act, I'm always gonna have one weakness, and that's you. I don't give a fuck how much of a pussy I sound" He rambled on.
He took a wet cloth and wiped away all the blood and cleaned up the sore. "I wish you would be open with me like that more often," I mumbled to myself.
"That's not who I am and you know that" He shrugged. He carefully lifted my arm up and wrapped it up with some bandaging, tight enough to apply pressure but not too much to cut off pressure.
Once he was finished, he looked me in the eyes with emotion that I couldn't decipher. I took my hand which was placed on his shoulder and hung it loosely around his neck, gently pulling him closer to me. His forehead rested against mine- both of us enjoying being together. Looking into his eyes, there was one question that I just couldn't get out of my mind.
"Why did you come get me even though we were mad at each other?" I mumbled, our lips close together.
"Just because you're mad at someone doesn't mean you stop loving them," He whispered, his lips brushing against mine occasionally.
In that moment, it didn't matter who was out to get us. The argument we were in just a few hours ago didn't matter. Nothing mattered. I had him and he had me. That's all we're ever going to need.
A/N
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