Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 69

me and started to bang on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I was starting to black out again, then heard a weird swooshing noise followed by a huge boom. His weight was off me, and I gasped for breath, hearing nothing but hacking and his screams. Coughing and gasping, I sat up and saw Rosie standing over Richard, hammering his head again and again. was more blood. His screams became very weak moans, but she continued to whack him. I had to stop her, so I jumped up and grabbed the bat. She struggled against my hold until the lights turned back on and then, as if on cue, she stopped, allowing me to yank the bat from her grasp. up from her, refusing to look at the motionless Richard on the ground. M entire body spattered with his blood. I felt something oozing onto my hands, and saw blood dripping down the bat. At that moment, I dropped the bat and stared at them, feeling my heart pounding in my ears. “He was hurting you, Alex,” she croaked. “I had to. He was killing you.” “I know,” I said, still shocked at the sight of this gorgeous lost girl who saved my life now covered in blood. mine! And no one will ever take you away from me!” [58]