Ex-Husband's Regret

Rescued
Fuck, it hurts Emma screams in agony, making me come out of my shock just in time to see the man raise his pistol.

I scramble to take the gun that I had dropped and immediately fire. He drops to the ground I get up and rush to Emma, who was writhing on the ground.

I don’t even check if the man was alive or dead. Right now, it didn’t fucking matter to me. Not when I’m pumped full of adrenaline and Emma was bleeding on the ground.

“I’m dying aren’t I?” she asks with tears filling her eyes.

I could have told her to stop being a cry baby, but I don’t. Not when she’s the one that shoved me

and took a bullet that was meant to be mine.

“No, you are not” I respond as I examine her.

She’d been shot in the shoulder, and it was bleeding a lot. I was worried. First of all, she might just bleed to death, and second, we were still in danger. Someone was bound to find us eventually.

“You’re lying!” she hisses when I put pressure on the wound. “If I’m not dying then why the hell

does it feel like I am?”

I don’t answer. Choosing instead to focus on stopping the bleeding. As teachers, we are required to know basic first aid. The bullet was still lodged inside, so I couldn’t remove it. Not without knowing the extent of the damage. Instead, I rip the hem of my dress and tie it tightly around her

shoulder.

“Damn it, I should have just stayed in that fucking room” she grumbles, glaring at me. Her eyes

showed the pain that she was trying to hide.

“Come on. We have to keep moving” I say as I slowly help her up and we start moving.

Fuck. Rowan was going to kill me. Not only did I put Emma in danger by dragging her into my escape plan, but I also got her shot. I didn’t know how to face him when we manage to get free.

Sure, others might reason that it was Emma’s decision to take the bullet for me. That I didn’t ask

her to do it, but Rowan might not see it that way. He will take one look at his bleeding precious,

Emma and blame me.

I was currently supporting her weight.

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estimate that

long we were walking. Maybe an hour or a few minutes, I couldn’t tell, because it felt like an eternity. I was starting to get tired from carrying both our weights. My legs were aching, my hands were shaking and my head was pounding. Emma had now almost slumped all the way forward and she was

we should rest” I

gooood idea” she slurs, tipping forward, almost tripping both of

place, before gently lowering her down. I then sit

against the old car.

head

we have just been going round in circles from the moment we escaped that room. I was so tired and hungry

meds, food and

not sure we can escape” I tell her but receive no

face her. Her eyes were closed and

again, but she

heart starts going haywire and panic begins setting

tips. I catch her before she falls to the ground. Twisting her, I make it so that she’s laying on my lap. I whisper

and bones laden with fear, I check her pulse, afraid of not feeling anything. I sigh in relief when I feel it. It was a bit weak, but it was there. I breathe a

I’d have done if I hadn’t found

stuck here. Emma was bleeding and

and we were right in the middle of

when they fall. I was just fed up. Why was all this happening to me

I am yet to achieve that. I hated this. Hated everything that

happening.

Emma’s pulse just to assure myself that she

close, but that doesn’t mean I want her to

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• what we have here a weaver say “Twed of running? Or is your friend dead already?

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saving at with nothing but evil intent. For a moment I