My room door flung open, and two of the men from the DM crew stormed into the room. I tried to get off of the bed, but the monitors prevented me from doing so. Fuck, I didn’t have any weapons on me. I wouldn’t be able to take these two on. I had no fucking way to protect myself.
They ripped the monitors off of me and dragged me out of the bed. I fought against them. I couldn’t let them hurt me. I couldn’t let them fucking take me.
But I wasn’t enough, and they began to drag me out of the hospital. Dr. Kline rushed over. “You can’t take her!” he shouted.
“We’ll fucking kill everyone in this hospital if someone stops us, understand?” one of the men snapped.
They continued dragging me out and threw me in the back of a van. I tried getting the door open, but it was locked from the outside. Tears poured down my face. I bet this was going to be the same shit, just another crew. I had a baby to protect. I couldn’t let them fucking do this to me!
“It’s no use,” a familiar voice spoke up.
I swung around. Holly was leaning against the side of the van. “Oh, my God, Holly!” I exclaimed. “Are you okay?!”
She shrugged. “I’m a bit injured, but I’m fine otherwise.” Her gaze landed on my stomach. “Amelia, you’ve got to protect that baby.”
I leaned against the wall of the van. “I’m going to try my hardest, but they were strong. I couldn’t get them off of me. My fucking phone is still sitting in the hospital room,” I muttered.
I wrapped my arms around my belly. Something nudged my wrist, and I gasped, looking down at my belly, feeling another light nudge. Tears poured down my face. My baby was very much still alive. I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to protect it.
Please, God, let me be able to protect this baby.
I felt a hard jolt a while later, and I fell forward. I groaned as I pushed myself back up into a sitting position. I realized we weren’t moving anymore. Holly and I looked at each other in fear. This only meant one thing: we had reached our destination.
The back of the van doors were flung open, and I was met with the sight of Drake and Carlos. I heard a groan of pain from the front of the van, but I didn’t care. Drake reached in and pulled Holly out. I felt the van tip, and I shrieked in fear. “Get her out!” Drake hollered at Carlos.
The van tilted even more. I squeezed my eyes in fear, my body shaking. I was going to fucking die.
Carlos jumped in and pulled me against him tightly, holding me protectively. I screamed as we fell. Carlos groaned in pain when we finally stopped falling. “Come on,” Carlos grunted as the van began to fill with water. “We’ve got to get out. We’re in a river.”
Holding my arms, Carlos pulled me out, and he held my hand in his tightly as we both fought to get to the bank of the river. The current was strong as hell though, not making it any easier. He climbed onto the rocks and pulled me up. He helped me onto dry, flat land and sighed, yanking his shirt off. He had a deep gash in his shoulder that was bleeding badly. “Carlos!” I exclaimed, rushing over to him.
I grabbed his shirt and pressed it against the gash, applying pressure to try to slow the bleeding. “Are you okay?” he asked, running his eyes over me.
I nodded. “I think so. You stopped me from getting injured or hurting the baby. I owe you so much.”
He chuckled. “You don’t owe me anything.” He looked around us. “Sucks that our phones are ruined. I don’t think they’re ever going to find us way the fuck out here.”
I stood up, looking around. Because of the current of the river, we’d floated down quite a ways. I couldn’t even see the road we’d fallen off of. “Come on. We better start walking then.”
He got up, holding his shirt against his gash. We started walking through the trees, trying to find our way back to the road. After what felt like forever, we finally found the road. I groaned and sat down, rubbing my belly. I had been getting pains in my stomach for a while. I had to get to a hospital.
“I hope they find us soon,” I muttered, looking up at him.
He sat down beside me. “You need to lie down. It’s almost dark. I’ll stay awake and make sure you’re safe. You need to rest. If there’s a chance you’re in labor, hopefully lying down will slow down the process.”
I laid down with my head on his thigh. Before I could even begin to doze off, a familiar truck skidded to a stop beside us. Cole and Travis jumped out. Travis helped Carlos up when Cole lifted me into his arms. “We need to go to a hospital,” Carlos said. “I think she’s having contractions.”
Cole set me into the backseat and tossed his dad the keys. “Find a fucking hospital,” Cole told him harshly.
Cole jumped into the backseat with me and put my head on his lap. He rubbed my belly soothingly with one hand and held one of my hands with his other. Not a word was said as Travis sped off, laying rubber.
When we got to a hospital, they rushed me back immediately. Cole quickly stripped me out of my wet clothes and put me into a hospital gown. The nurse came into the room and hooked me up to the monitors. Cole held my hand tightly, worry creasing his features.
The nurse sighed. “You’re having contractions,” she said, confirming my worst fears. “We’re giving you another shot, and then we’re going to send you to a hospital closer to your home, okay?”
I nodded. Cole squeezed my hand tightly in his. Our eyes met, and he leaned down, kissing me with so much desperation that it tore at my heart. “I’m going to kill whoever did this to you,” he told me quietly.
I shook my head at him. “You won’t have to. I think they’re floating down a river by now.”