He hadn’t seen her since the last day of high school. She was glowing, just like she did when she was seventeen. Years of college and temporary girls never distracted him from what could've been if he did not choose to go out of state for school. She looked at him and that contagious smile captured him just like it did in homeroom on their first day of freshman year.
The conversation was typical; “I am good, how are you? Did you finish your major? How long are you in town?”. She seemed happy, which made him happy. The light in her eyes dimmed when a man comes from behind her and places his hand on her perfectly shaped hip.
His heart stopped. It was her fiance. He interrogated her before even asking his name. She looked at him with a look that he never witnessed the four years they dated. He hurried her away from him, pulling her away by her hand. She stumbled in the opposite direction but her eyes stayed locked into him until he pulled her into the car.
His mind raced for days and days. He needed to see her again. She isn't okay, he thought. He could not fathom the idea of someone hurting her. But she was not his anymore, he thought, she would come back if she wanted to. He started his new job at the hospital not shortly after his encounter with her and quickly became distracted. He worked around the clock and the occasional pretty girl he passed in the hospital halls reminded him of her.
Until one busy friday night at the hospital, he was giving stitches left and right and transferring patients to MRI’s when he heard a familiar cry. The only time he heard that out of her was junior year when her grandmother passed away. Her face was bleeding, wet with blood and tears. He could see the fear in her eyes. They rushed her into room 204 and he followed. Doctors immediately started to stitch the numerous cuts across her body. He knew what happened. He knew he should've stopped her getting in that car with him. She was going in and out of consciousness, but he caught her in just enough time to ask who did this to her. Her response was his biggest fear, “my fiance’.”
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The conversation was typical; “I am good, how are you? Did you finish your major? How long are you in town?”. She seemed happy, which made him happy. The light in her eyes dimmed when a man comes from behind her and places his hand on her perfectly shaped hip.
His heart stopped. It was her fiance. He interrogated her before even asking his name. She looked at him with a look that he never witnessed the four years they dated. He hurried her away from him, pulling her away by her hand. She stumbled in the opposite direction but her eyes stayed locked into him until he pulled her into the car.
His mind raced for days and days. He needed to see her again. She isn't okay, he thought. He could not fathom the idea of someone hurting her. But she was not his anymore, he thought, she would come back if she wanted to. He started his new job at the hospital not shortly after his encounter with her and quickly became distracted. He worked around the clock and the occasional pretty girl he passed in the hospital halls reminded him of her.
Until one busy friday night at the hospital, he was giving stitches left and right and transferring patients to MRI’s when he heard a familiar cry. The only time he heard that out of her was junior year when her grandmother passed away. Her face was bleeding, wet with blood and tears. He could see the fear in her eyes. They rushed her into room 204 and he followed. Doctors immediately started to stitch the numerous cuts across her body. He knew what happened. He knew he should've stopped her getting in that car with him. She was going in and out of consciousness, but he caught her in just enough time to ask who did this to her. Her response was his biggest fear, “my fiance’.”
To read more of Erin's work, pleas visit her website.