Page 83 of Only Ever Yours

I slam my foot on the brake, tires squealing, and my stomach in knots as I pull off to the side of the road. Every instinct tells me to run, to get to her. My hands are shaking; my heart is pounding in my chest because I know my girl is in that car. And I can't breathe until I know she’s okay.

Ellie—

She’s the only thing on my mind right now.

She needs me, and I need to get to her. With shaking hands, I quickly dial 911 and give them all the information and location. Throwing my truck door open, I take off in asprint, heading towards the girl who’s slowly stealing bits and pieces of my heart.

I rush to the passenger side, and my heart drops to my stomach.

Blood.

There is so much fucking blood.

“Ellie!” I scream at her, but there’s no response. She's lying there motionless.

I grab the door handle, ripping it open with a grinding crunch. The side of the car is crushed. I have no idea how I even managed to get the door open. The car is destroyed. Her beautiful face and blonde curls are covered in blood. So much fucking blood.

“Ellie… can you hear me?” I yell, needing an answer. But I’m only met with silence.

“Ellie!”

Dammit, she’s not answering me, her eyelids flutter.

This can't be fucking real life.

I rip my flannel off and hold pressure on her bleeding head. With every pump of her heart, more blood gushes out.

Fuck. She’s losing too much. The ambulance better hurry the fuck up.

“Peachy, stay with me... open your eyes!”

“Move… she’s my girlfriend.” I hear Kevin slurring his words as he stumbles over to where I’m holding her. He's limping, holding onto the car for support.

I don’t have time for this dumb fuck. He needs to sit his ass down somewhere. I don’t know what the hell was going on in the car, but it’s his fucking fault this happened.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think she is to you… you did this to her, and I’m not fucking letting you touch her. So back the fuck up.”

He scowls down at me, and I hear sirens in the distance. He better not dare try me right now. I don’t give a shit if the wreck didn’t knock his ass out—because I fucking will.

I turn my attention back to Ellie. She’s breathing, but it’s shallow. A bad gash runs down the side of her head.

Please, God, just let them get here quickly.

I grip her tiny hand, the feel of her somehow calming me, and hold it in mine while I stare at her beautiful face. “Peachy, just hang on for me. Help is almost here.”

I’ve trained to remain calm under pressure—but at this moment, I’m a fucking mess. I feel like I have no idea what the hell to do right now.

But one thing I do know is, I can't lose her. Because without her… I don’t know how I will ever live again.

The paramedics get her boarded, and they waste no time heading to the hospital. I jump in my truck, grinding gears to follow, not giving a second look back. Another ambulance is enroute for her fuckface boyfriend, but it's obvious Ellie was the priority. Since she was more severe, they took her first.

Fuck him.

He will be fine.

Right now, I’m worried about the girl riding in the ambulance in front of me.

Watching the red lights flashing up ahead of me, I follow, trying to keep up as we speed through the winding roads towards the hospital. We have about a fifteen-minute ride to get there, and the entire time, my heart is pounding through my chest. I can hardly breathe.

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