Elena
"Elena, baby, can you hear me?" The distant familiar deep voice sounds in my ear. I try to lift my head, but it's too heavy. "s**t. Sweetie, can you hear me? Please do something. Anything. Let me know you're okay." The deep southern voice that used to give me comfort sounds more frantic now.
"Elena." Another voice speaks up. "Honey open your eyes," he pleads. Dad?
The severely relaxed muscles in my neck work overtime to lift my head. My eyes flutter open to take in my surroundings. Across from me is Mike. What is he doing here? His face is bloody, showing a split lip, a broken nose, and a bruising eye. What's going on? "Elena."
My head swings to the left at the mention of my name. "Dad?"
He's beaten up too. Dad has a laceration on his cheekbone and a bruising eye; it's then that
