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

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I estimate that

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

we should rest” I

a gooood idea” she slurs, tipping forward, almost

look for a hidden place, before gently lowering her down. I then sit next to her and

against the old car.

head

like a fucking maze. It felt like we have just been going round in circles from the moment we escaped that room.

some pain meds, food and a

escape” I tell her but

her. Her eyes were closed and her

again, but she still doesn’t

going haywire and

falls to the ground. Twisting her, I make

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

done if I hadn’t found

filling my eyes. We were stuck here. Emma

were right in

was just fed

but peace, but I am yet to achieve that. I

happening.

keep my finger on Emma’s pulse just to assure myself that she was okay. We will

that doesn’t mean I want

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

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