Page 37 of Wrecked
“Asher, stop. It’s over man,” he calmly says, holding his arms tightly around me.
Turning my head, I search his face. “What?”
He tells me to relax before he lets me go. That’s when I notice the cops all over. Two are checking Jake and another one is checking Payton. Fuck, Payton.
Rushing over I drop to my knees. “Payton, look at me baby,” I plead, as my heart stops beating.
“Asher, we need your statement,” one of the cops says.
“Baby, I’m right here,” I say to Payton, completely ignoring the cop. “Someone call a fucking ambulance,” I yell, gently touching her cheek.
“Asher, let’s go,” another cop says.
“Until I know she’s good, I’m not fucking leaving,” I roar.
I gently run my hand on her cheek, her arm and move down to her hand. Wrapping mine around it, my head drops to her shoulder and I break down. I haven’t felt this devastated, this vulnerable, this wrecked, since my parents died.
“Please don’t leave me too,” I whisper over and over.
