Page 61 of Lost in Her
And right then we both pull the trigger.I hear Jenn scream.A new pain in my stomach hits me then everything goes black.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ethan
I hear the beeping.I feel the sharp pain in my stomach on both sides.Fuck, man.
I slowly open my eyes and feel a set of hands resting on my chest.I look down and see Jenn.She is resting her forehead on my bed.By her breathing I can tell she is asleep, her hands gently placed on my chest away from my wounds.
I close my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to feel her.Her warmth.Her gentle loving touch.The touch I never thought I would get to feel again.
I take a deep breath and look around the room.I have been in plenty of hospitals over the years.They are uninviting, cold, and smell fucking gross.And this hospital is no different.But the situation is different.Jenn’s scent consumes me, making me forget what the hospital smells like.
I can hear people talking out in the hallway.I can hear other patients talking.I hate hospitals.
My eyes stop on Shawn and Emory sitting in the chair on the other side of my bed.Emory is lying in Shawn’s arms, head resting against his chest.Shawn’s arms are tightly wrapped around her.His head is leaning back against the chair.His eyes are closed.
They came for me.They came for Jenn.I knew they would.Since we’re here, I can guess that we won ...or at least they were able to get us out.
My entire body fucking hurts.I feel the bandages on my wrists from the chains.I can tell my ribs are bruised from the beating Tristan’s man gave me.
My stomach is sensitive as all fuck telling me I was not just stabbed but also shot in the stomach.Stupid mistake on his part.If he wanted to kill me, he should have shot me in the head.
“Shawn,” I whisper as softly as I can.
I watch him quickly open his eyes.“Ethan,” he states in a happy but concerned voice.I watch him look down my body then back up to my eyes.
“What happened to Tristan?”I ask, needing to know.As soon as I pulled the trigger I was prepared to die.I didn’t think I would survive his bullet.But I guess fate had other plans for me.
Plans that I am grateful for because even though I was ready to die, I’m not ready to leave Jenn yet.I want a life with her and my unborn child and I can’t really do that if I’m dead.
“He’s in my basement waiting for you,” Shawn states, reassuring me that we have won.After everything Tristan has done, I will get to be the one to end his life.I will get to be the one to look him in the eyes and let him know that he has failed.
And that he has no power or control anymore, that everything he did was for nothing.But at the end Jenn is still mine and I am still hers.
“Good” I say softly.
