As I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see Andrew sitting next to me. My heart raced with fear once more. 'Hey baby, what happened? Why are you here?' he asked softly, his hand reaching out to comfort me. But I shied away, hesitant to let him touch me.
Emily, don't push me,' Andrew warned in a menacing tone, his voice low and intimidating. But I continued to pull away, trying to create distance between us. Suddenly, he grasped my waist, his grip firm. 'Andrew, we're in the hospital, and I don't have the strength for this,' I pleaded, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my face.
Just as Andrew was about to press his lips to mine, the door burst open and Anthony strode in, his presence sudden and unexpected. The tension between us was palpable, and Andrew's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to Anthony with a mixture of annoyance and warning.
Anthony charged towards Andrew, his fist clenched, and delivered a powerful punch. 'You bastard!' he growled, his voice trembling with rage. 'How could you do this to her? How could you hurt her like this? I sat there, screaming and pleading with Anthony to stop, but he didn't seem to hear me. 'Anthony, please don't!' I begged, but he continued to pummel Andrew with punches. Just when it seemed like things couldn't get any worse, the nurses rushed in and called security to intervene. Finally, they managed to drag Anthony and Andrew away, putting an end to the chaotic scene.
My mom rushed in, her eyes scanning the room frantically. 'Are you okay, sweetie? What happened between Anthony and Andrew?' she asked, her voice trembling with concern. I brushed it off, telling her it was just a misunderstanding, and she seemed to accept that, thankfully not pushing me for more information.
As the evening wore on, Mira's absence became noticeable, so I reached out to her. 'Hey Emily, I'm so sorry I missed our plans today,' she said, her tone regretful. 'I have to accompany my mom on a trip to visit my dad in another state, but I'll definitely make it up to you when I get back.
Just as I hung up with Mira, Anthonywalked in, and I braced myself for another lecture. I could tell by the look on his face that he was still upset and wanted to scold me again.
He drew closer, his face etched with worry. 'How are you feeling, Emily?' he asked, his voice gentle. I responded, and he sat down next to me, his demeanor shifting to frustration. 'What were you thinking, Emily? Why keep this from me?' He leaned in, his eyes intense. 'Did he hurt you anywhere ?
I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at him, his anger adorable. 'You're smiling again,' he said, his tone playful. He leaned in, his face close to mine. I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss, but he teased me instead, hey silly no kiss for you
Are you hungry?' he asked, not waiting for my response. 'Wait here, let me go get you something.' But it was already late, and I wondered if he'd find anything open at this hour.
As Anthony stepped out to fetch something for Emily, four men on black motorcycles approached him, their faces menacing. They attacked him, and Anthony knew instantly that Andrew was behind this brutal assault. The men's fists pummeled him relentlessly, leaving him battered and helpless on the ground.