Chapter 154 Out Of Time
Richard's POV
"Thanks Jeff. Bring it up when it's ready," I say making my way out of the kitchen. He was working on a soup for me and Josie. I'm hoping to get her to eat something, and the soup might warm her up a bit.
She's been complaining about being cold constantly. I've turned up the heat in our room, and it's almost 80 degrees. I'm scared to turn it up any more than that.
"No problem!" he calls after me.
I rush up the stairs, and something twists in my stomach. Something feels off, and not in the 'did I forget to turn off the sink' kind of off. This feels dangerous. Did I leave her alone too long?
It's quiet. Too fucking quiet. Normally I can hear shuffling of blankets, or her moaning in her sleep. Her breathing or snoring... Something! But right now, there is just nothing!
I push the door open in a pure panic. "Josie?" I call out entering in my room. My eyes scan every inch and that something's off feeling turns to pure dread.
But the bed is empty.
"JOSIE!" I panic, rushing to the bed, throwing the blankets off the bed as if she could somehow be hiding beneath. But nothing changes the fact she's not in it.
Then I hear the water going. Normally, I have to be the one who starts the bath. I am the one who helps her into the bathroom even to use the toilet. She hasn't even had the energy to do that on her own!
Is she taking a bath? Why do I have such a fucking bad feeling about this?
"JOSIE? BABY? DO YOU NEED HELP?" I don't know why the fuck I'm screaming at her; other than the fact I can't help it.
I rush to the ensuite and all I see is red. Blood is dripping from her left wrist and it's filling the water in the tub. Her face is pale, which somehow makes the peaceful look on her face feel like a fucking joke.
"NOOOO! JOSIE!" I call out, like that's actually going to do shit! Well, news flash. It doesn't!
I grab my phone as I rush to grab a towel and wrap it around her. I clumsily put pressure on it while holding the phone to my ear.
My whole fucking body is going into shock; I barely even notice the trembling except it makes it fucking hard to hold the damn towel to Josie's wrists.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" asks a too fucking calm voice on the other end of the phone. I know they do it on purpose, but it doesn't help! Not now! Not when I'm moments away from losing the love of my life.
"MY FIANCE JUST TRIED TO KILL HERSELF! I NEED HELP!" I practically shout into the device. I'm sure the guy can hear me just fine, but somehow, I just need to yell so they get here faster!
"Please tell me what happened," the operator asks the very logical question. The problem is, I'm not rational at all right now! I'm fucking emotional! And I just want to reach in the phone and shake him until someone is here to fucking fix this!
I'm fucking panicking here and they want me to explain what happened? I try to clear my mind and focus on what I do know... Which I must admit isn't much.
"I don't know! I just left her for a moment and then I came back. She's in the fucking tub with one of her wrists slit open," I growl, putting pressure on the arm.
I finally notice the tub is still filling up. I balance the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I reach over and shut off the facet and lift her dripping body from the tub, rushing to put her back in my bed.
I don't give a shit if I have to get a new bed! This is the only place I can think of to get a better grip on her wrists. She'll be more comfortable here anyway...
"Can I have your location?" the man ask.
How can they ask so calmly when my whole fucking world is about to break? Of course, they need to know where the hell I'm calling from so they can get here faster!
I give them my address.
"Help is on the way, sir," He assures me.
"Josie, baby," I choke out. "How could you do this to me?" I demand. "I need you to stay with me, little dancer."
I don't know when I started shouting wordlessly, buy my ears are suddenly filled with another sound, not coming from me.
I hear high pitched screams coming from behind me. I turn my head and freeze as I see the stricken looks on Charlott and Olivia's faces. They look horrified to see the blood all over their sister.
Shit! I didn't want the girls to see her like this! It's bad enough I have to see her like this, but the girls... They are young and fragile on their own. They don't need to see their big sister laying in a pool of her own blood.