**Annabelle**
Stephanie pulled the trigger and someone must have been shot. She’s defeated but of course one last hurray was to be expected. In the moment, I had to touch all over to make sure it wasn’t me. Most of the officers apprehended her so neither of them were shot. My eyes darted towards the inspector, blood was oozing out from the side of his clothes. The bullet must have pierced him.
“Oh no!”
I yell and rush towards him. My cheeks, jaws, neck and literally every part of my body is hurting. My voice literally sounds like a croak but I don’t care. It feels like I’m breaking apart but I just have to make sure he’s okay. If it wasn’t for him, Ava would be dead. I would still be getting tortured. After everything, there’s no way he’s dying. He can’t die.
I sniffle and break out in light sobs which later turns into a full blown weeping.
“Help.”
I moan out weakly holding him in my arms. Some of the officers swing into action getting the help he needed. I gently raise him up and try to cover the wound which is gushing out too much blood. I only end up getting my hands soaked with his blood. His face turns pale in my arms.
“Your friends are fine.”
He coughs out alongside more blood.
“I don’t care about that right now. They’re fine because of you. Please be okay, please.”
I don’t know why I’m crying but I just can’t stop. He reaches over and gently strokes my cheek tentatively. I shut my eyes pushing my face against his fingers.
“She’ll pay for ruining this pretty face. I promise you. I’m so glad I got to see you. So glad.”
“Don’t talk. I’ll give a statement so we have plenty of time to talk then. Please save your strength.”
I hear the sirens approaching alongside an ambulance. I force him to keep his eyes open until the doctors arrive. He’s taken away from my grip and I slump to the ground. The last thing I see is Stephanie in cuffs and even if I die, I’m okay as long as justice is served.
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**Inspector**
“Sir, please. You can’t possibly stand up. Your wounds haven’t fully healed. You might ripped your stitches open. Please, stay in bed.”
The young nurse pleaded with a sad face. I knew she’ll get sanctioned if I get out of bed. To her, she’s simply doing her job but I can’t stay on the bed much longer. The bullet went in and out so I just lost alot of blood making me feel woozy. Miss Sinclair on the other hand seemed to be in a bad state. She had multi injuries both physical and internal. Several concussions. Not to mention the trauma she’ll face afterwards. I just needed to see her and be rest assured she’s okay.
With my clearance, getting information about her whereabouts is a piece of cake. I gently push the door of her room open. She’s laying peacefully on the bed, the monitor is beeping slowly. I don’t why but the more I think of it, the faster I realise I’m drawn to her. Maybe it’s because of the mysteries surrounding her but I can’t help it. Quite frankly, I don’t want to stop.
Am standing at the edge of her bed before I can stop myself, I reach over stroking her cheeks for the second time. She moans softly stirring lightly. I clench my fists wishing I could tamper justice myself. I’ll make sure Stephanie pays.
“What are you doing?”
A manly voice demands. I turn around and the face is unmistakably Fallon’s Mitch. He seems to be on his feet and perfectly okay. I gaze at him and rake my eyes on his body.
Thinking about it, I’ve actually come to the conclusion that this man is to be blamed for all this misfortune. He couldn’t decided between three women. He pinned them against each other and if Annabelle wasn’t mature, she and his wife would’ve been dead. Everything was indirectly caused by him.
There’s a wide look on his face as we glare at each other. It’s funny seeing he’s caused so much misfortune and still finds time to come here.
“Fallon…”
Annabelle calls out weakly standing up slowly..
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