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This isn't R for any bad content. This is just a really heartbreaking chapter.
I opened my eyes, and, slowly, my surroundings come into focus. I was staring at white walls, a tv mounted on one of them. I could smell the burning smell of antiseptic.
I looked down and realized I was laying in a hospital bed. Kurt was lying beside me, his head resting on my chest. I could tell he was sleeping uneasily by the way his hand was curled into a fist at the sheets on my stomach.
"Kurt?" I murmured. My voice sounded terrible, hoarse and scratchy.
Kurt's immediately sat up and turned to me. His eyes were red-rimmed.
Wordlessly he pressed his lips against me, softly. It was almost like a butterfly kiss.
"Ally," He said against my lips and wrapped his arms around me.
I was very sore but didn't dare to say a word. I just wanted him to hold me.
I bent my head to his shoulder, kissing it. "I'm sorry."
Kurt pulled away and looked at me in confusion. "Why are you sorry?"
I shrug. "I don't know what else to say."
Kurt looks down at a sporadically
placed freckle on my arm and press on it. "Why did she do it?" I could detect the tears, anger, angst, and hurt caked in his voice.
I trace to fingers down his jawline and make him look up into my eyes. "Like I said, no one leaves Heidi without consequences." I whisper so faint that I almost couldn't hear. Kurt's usually bright irises are now completely dark with hatred, and depression.
"How long have you been using?" He asked in a solemn, intense voice. I look down, very ashamed he found out about my usage this way.
"How did you find out?" I ask while playing with the white linen sheets.
Kurt adjusted himself on the bed in a comfortable position. He adjusted his throat before beginning. "Heidi called the ambulance and said you guys were mugged. I rushed over here and from the moment I saw her I knew she did something." His voice starts to crack and tears begin to flood his eyes.
"You overdosed Al. You were dead for 4 minutes. Then when they revived you with Narcan you went into a coma." I could hardly make out the last part because Kurt's voice was muffled by his arms covering his face. He's crying by this time, obviously scared for me.
He's crying and it's all my fault.
"They said you weren't gonna make it. You're arm was badly busted and the heroin in your system just wouldn't flush out. It barely did." He continues, crying harder and harder. "They said that you're injuries were pretty severe Ally," He says and looks up into my eyes. He looks so shattered by all of this. "Everyone thought you were a goner." He whispers so gently that it sounded like wind going through angel hair.
By this time Kurt's not the only one crying. I pull him into my arms and we just sit there and cry. The tears almost enough to fill up our freshly cut wounds.
Once I pull myself together, I take Kurt's face in my hands. I pull his lips towards mine and try to savor the kiss. His lips were so warm and much tight. His stubble lightly scratch my chin as we moved our lips in a slow motion. It's been way to long.
"We're gonna move to Los Angeles." Kurt says when he pulls away far to soon for me. My eyes widen, shocked by his statement.
"Kurt…" I start, not quite sure how to finish it.
Kurt shakes his head vigorously. "No Al, we need to get to a place that's safe for you. Anywhere really if it means you'll be ok." I rub his hand gently between my two hands, trying to soothe him.
"I'm ok now."
Kurt's eyes furrowed in frustration. "Ally, look where you're laying. You're in a hospital bed because you were assaulted."
I looked down at the same freckle on my arm. "It won't happen again."
Kurt exhaled in anger. "I know it won't happen again because we're leaving. I don't want to be near the psycho."
I swallowed when a lump rose in my throat. He did have a good point, but in a way, I just wasn't ready.
My mouth opened and search for words, but the nurse walked in before I could get anything out. We both turned our heads in her direction.
"How is she?" Kurt asked worriedly.
"She has some major bruising, a mild concussion, and the heroin just drained out of her system." The nurse said. She had a thick dark braid draped over her shoulder. "Her arm is gonna need some icing for about two weeks. But overall, she'll be fine. She may be discharged in an hour or so. Just as long as you can keep her awake and monitor her."
Kurt nodded and the nurse step towards me. Her face was concerned. "This young man said you were assisted by a Miss Vontese. Is this true?"
I look over to Kurt, who was playing with a rip in his jeans. I did not want this information disclosed.
"Yes." I finally answer. Kurt reached over and laced his fingers through mine.
"That's what I thought. Bruising that bad is usually assault by someone who's close. Also by the way Miss Vontese had a pretty damaged nose," the nurse said. "Would you like to press charges against your assaulter?"
Kurt squeezed my hand.
This is the last thing I need right now. I don't want to have to appear in court almost every other week and see Heidi's cruel face. I just don't want to have to put up with this. I just need time to heal. More physically than emotionally. Now that I think about it, Heidi could've done worse.
"No. No I don't want to do it. I don't want anything to do with this. I rather have what happened at the hospital stays there."
I look over at Kurt. His jaw is clenched.
"It would be the smart thing to do," the nurse urged.
"I said no," I snapped.
"Alright then," the nurse said in defeat and I heard her footsteps lead out the room.
Once she was gone I lifted my head up and look over to Kurt.
"Ally, she belongs behind bars. Why didn't you go through with charges?" Kurt asked, his cheeks a flaming pink color.
I sigh and run a hand through my hair. I wish Adam would just see that Heidi is a dangerous person to be associated with. I just want this all to be over with. I want nothing to do with her.
I just…need to be free.
"Kurt," I say. He doesn't look at me, he just continues to stare at the rip in his jeans. "Please, look at me." I say, my voice already shaking.
He senses that I'm about to cry so he directs all his attention to me. "Please, just promise me you won't do anything. Please?" I beg.
He inhales and closes his eyes for a moment. God, I wish I could just jump into his mind and look through all his thoughts. When he finally opens his eyes I see a full range of emotions running through them.
"Ok. I won't do anything." He finally says. I smile and pull him into a hug.
"Thank you, darling." I say. I could almost feel his boyish smile appear on his face.
Kurt wrapped his arm around my stomach and rested his head on my chest. "How are you feeling?"
Sick. Sore. Embarrassed. "Fine."
"No you're not," he said.
"I know," I answered and Kurt raises his head.
"I'm so sorry," h said, heartbroken.
"For what? It's not your fault."
He shakes his head. "But it is."
I look at him, confused as to why he would blame himself. "How?"
"Because boyfriends are suppose to look for their girlfriends. They don't let this sort of thing happen."
"Kurt, how could you stop it? You weren't there. Heidi was going to do this one way or another. We could run anywhere around the world, but she would still hurt us."
"I shouldn't have let you do that alone. I should've been there with you. Then I could've protected you."
I groan, knotting my hand through my hair. "Kurt! You weren't there, ok? You were at your house, most likely sleeping! You wouldn't have been able to stop it, no matter what you did. So stop acting like you're the victim, ok? I'm the fucking victim here! Not you, me!" I yell at Kurt, obviously losing patience.
Kurt immediately fell silent. "Tell me what exactly happened."
I bring my knees up to my chest and look away. "I don't wanna talk about it."
"Tell me," he said, his voice torn with concern.
I let out a shaky sigh. "Ok.......right after you hung up Heidi started walking towards me. She seemed a little suspicious. At first, I thought it was just because she heard her name in the phone conversation. But then.....she started teasing me."
Kurt's eyes widened. "How?"
"She began taunting me about how she told Cory I took heroin and how she's gonna kick me out. And then.....right as I began to pack she attack me." I began to sob again, but much harder this time. The images if running through the house, scared for my life, haunted me. It was like an even bigger hole has just opened up in my soul.
Nothing could fill this void.
Kurt wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin in my head. He stroked his fingertips up and down my spine. "Don't cry. It's all over now."
For once, I felt like Kurt was wrong.