[chapter twenty-one]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Jimmie's POV~
I hope Faye doesn't mind if I stop by and surprise her. Our meeting let out early, so I thought rather than going home and doing laundry, I'd go see my girl.
My girl.
I smile as I park my car and walk up the darkened walk, my grin disappearing as I notice the front door open.
"Faye? You here?" I call out, opening the door wider to step inside.
I don't see her.
But I can hear her.
Following the soft mewling cries from the next room, I hurry to find her.
"Oh my god…" I scream as I see Faye.
She's on the floor.
Broken.
Blood.
Her eye swollen shut.
Her body curled up in a the fetal position.
Tears well in my eyes as I hear her cries continue.
"Faye?! Oh my god, Faye? Talk to me!" I run over and sit down, cradling her head in my lap, brushing the hair from her eyes.
"No…Jimmie…please just go. I don't want you to see me…go…please…no…" Her tiny voice begs me to leave, but I only tighten my grip on her tiny body.
"Honey, what happened? What happened?" I demand, her tears flowing freely from her only good eye. She doesn't answer me and I try to assess …
Assess what the hell happened.
I know who it was.
I know.
And I will kill Matt when I see him. I swear to fucking god.
"Honey, we have to get you to a hospital…" I say, trying to cradle her as I pick her up.
"No!" She screams. "Noooooo…"
"Please. Please…I have to get you to a hospital." I beg through my own tears. "Now."
"Jimmie…I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry…sorry…so sorry…" She murmurs as I gently carry her to my car and put her carefully in the front seat.
"Shh…it's gonna be okay, baby. Just hang on. We're going to take care of you." I whisper as I run to the driver's side and squeal the tires, heading for the nearest hospital.
I'm going to take care of you.
I promise