CHAPTER 24
1237 Words
Lucy POV
The sky outside was red, massive fire spilling over the horizon. Grey gazed through the window, his face white.
“That was the hospital,” he said, his voice audible above a whisper.
My father was still in the hospital, my heart felt as if it would stop any moment, if someone didn't assure me that my father was safe. Will was on his way to the hospital, but I couldn't detect if he had gotten there before this happened.
I jump up from the chair, even with my hands still tied. “Daddy!” I scream.
Hot tears streamed down my cheek.
Grey slowly turned towards me, his cold and hard face turned soft and calm. He was burning with fear, and he grabbed my hand. “We have to go see,” he said, and untied the rope around my waist, and pulled me toward the door.
His men follow us from behind with guns in their hands. We ran to the car parked behind the warehouse, Grey shoved me into the back seat, and slammed the door hard. That sounds like a gunshot.
The cars drive very fast, and the warehouse fades behind us as we get to the hospital.
Smoke curled like a ghost. Sirens wail the whole place, even fire trucks where they were already. My stomach knots, pain spilling into my ribs.
People cried and ran towards the door, and doctors carried hurt people out. I scanned frantically for Dad and Will but couldn't find them, my heart pounding in my chest.
Grey holds my arm tightly and pulls me through the cracked hallway. Smoke burns my eyes. We climb up the stairs, still okay, but covered with dark dust.
My heart beat with every step we made through the staircase. As we reach my dad's room, the door hangs open, the bed is empty, and the bedsheets are smeared with blood.
“Daddy!” I screamed, “Where are you?”
My legs feel weak as I hold the edge of the bed to keep myself steady. Tears streaming down my cheeks.
Grey placed his hand on my shoulder, tapping on it gently. I grabbed his shirt and pressed it on my chest and cried. A nurse rushed past us, but Gray grabbed her. “Where is Mr. Hillary Jones?” he asks.
The nurse, stricken, stared at the empty bed.“They took the critical people to the roof,” she said, her hands trembling.
Grey grabs her. “Where is Mr. Hillary Jones?”
She swallows, eyes hollow. “They moved the critical patients to the roof. Helicopters are coming to get them.”
Grey rushed towards the third floor. I ran behind him. I can't lose my father now, not when things were getting out of hand between the Dispons' family and the Jones. And William, he is the only one saved from all the attacks they pull on me. Even with my weak legs, I kept pushing myself forward. Grey was ahead of me.
As we get up, the roof door slams open, the wind whipping fiercely, three helicopters fly close. Beds scattered everywhere, so many patients. I spot my father on a bed, his eyes barely open.
I ran to him, “Daddy!” He opened his eyes a little and pulled out a weak smile, his hand trembling.
Grey stood behind me, he looked at him, then turned to me as if he was reading our minds.
The doctor rushed towards us, sweat slick on his forehead. “We had to move him to another hospital now,” he snapped, his voice shaking. “Only one person can go with him.”
I glanced at Grey, and he let go of my hand,
“You can go with him,” he said quietly. “I will wait here.”
I don't understand why he was nice now, but I don't dare to ask him. I climb into the helicopter with my father, I hold his hand, and he squeezes my fingers softly with his weak hand.
I look down at the roof, and as the helicopter turns, the burning hospital gets smaller. Grey was still standing there alone. He looks small.
Dad forced his eyes open. He tried to say something, but his voice was low. I put my ear close to him. “Nana…” he whispers.
“She is not dead.”
I widened my eyes, trying to recall what happened on the boat, “I saw her fall out of the boat. I thought she was dead.”
“She is alive,” he coughed. “She came to the hospital and took my phone away from me,” he whispered. “She is the one who set the bomb.”
I feel cold all over. Nana is alive, and she blew up the hospital. If she goes this far, then I'm in a bigger mess. I cursed under my breath.
The pilot talks on his radio, his face goes scared as he turns towards us. “Bad news,” he said, “There is a bomb under this helicopter, and we have four minutes.”
My heart raced fast as I looked at my Dad.
He looked at me in surprise. He holds hands tightly.
I cried, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I didn't want to die. The pilot flies faster, looking for a safe place to land.
As we fly over water, he points down.
“Here, we will jump in the river,” he said, his voice breaking. “That is our only chance of surviving.”
He opens the door, and the wind screams. Dad couldn't jump because he was so sick. No matter how sick he was, he had to save himself.
I kissed his cheek and whispered, “I love you.”
I stood at the open door, my heart pounding in my chest, and I was so scared to jump. Where are you, Will? I mummbled.
The pilot counts. “Three… two… one… jump!”
I close my eyes and jump into the cold water, and as it's hard for me, I go deep down.
I swim up and gasp for air. The helicopter flies away fast.
Boom!
The sky lit up red, and the helicopter was gone; my father was gone.
I cry loudly in the water, I float and cry. Tears rolling down my face. I want to give up. Maybe get drunk and die, but I couldn't; the more I tried, the more I had the urge to live.
A boat light comes close, and someone pulls me in. Warm arms hold me.
As I open my eyes, it is Will. He holds me tight. His face has tears, too.
“I am here, doll,” he whispered. “I will never leave again.”
“My dad….” I cry into his chest.
“I know, but you have to be strong, okay.”
He said, trying to calm me down.
Will’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out and answered fast. His face turned white.
He looked at me. “They have Grey,” he says. “Nana had Grey.”
I blinked twice. Grey is still my husband even hough he treats me badly. I don't wish him badly.
“She wants you to come in an hour or Grey Dies.”
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