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Billy's P.O.V.

Billy’s P.O.V.

                I opened my eyes. Holy Shit! The most searing pain was coursing through my aching head. It hurt so much to keep my eyes open. I just wanted to drift back to sleep. I almost did but then I heard someone scream. The sound tore my heart open, it was so terrible. Pain choked the scream. Underneath the scream, I could hear a man screaming and cursing.

                I had to help the person. He was hurt. I opened my eyes and rolled over, sending me into a dizzy spell. I heard another scream. I looked to where the scream came from. Another greasy looking man, about the size of a mountain, was beating a boy. I crawled over to get a better look at the boy. It was Spencer! I almost called out his name but I covered my mouth with my hands. I remembered everything now. He was going to kill him. No, no.

                Without thinking, I started looking around for something heavy. I saw an empty glass case that would work perfectly. I crawled over to the table with the vase. Weakly, I grabbed the vase. It felt like a ton of bricks instead of just slightly heavy vase.

                Shakily I stood up. I silently stumbled over to Spencer’s dad, holding onto objects with my free hand so I wouldn’t fall over. I got to him and closed my eyes, praying for the strength to do this. I opened my eyes to find Spencer laying on the ground limp. No screams or any sounds at all came from him. He barely looked like he was breathing. That’s where I found my strength. I lifted the vase over the monster’s head and crashed it over it’s head. He fell over backwards on top of me. The sudden weight made me fall over. I pushed him off of me and crawled over to Spencer, crying.

“Spencer, baby, wake up!” I said, gently shaking him. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911. I was trying not to cry but when I was explaining to the operator what happened, I couldn’t stop the tears that flowed out. I placed my phone down and pulled Spencer’s upper half on my lap.

“Love, wake up.” I almost begged. “Spencer, come on.” I pushed hair out of him so I could see his eyes better. They remained closed. They didn’t even twitch. I kissed him, tasting blood on his swollen lips.

“You better wake up, Spencer.” I almost shouted at his unconscious body. “Please, I need you baby.” I was begging now. I started praying to God, that he would let Spencer live.

                My phone started to ring. I was going to ignore until I realized it might be Mrs. Hartman. I answered it, trying to swallow back tears.

“What’s wrong? Where are y’all?” Mrs. Hartman asked, worried. I told her what happened. “We’ll meet you at the hospital. Call us if anything else happens.”  She sounded calm on the outside but on the inside I knew she was a wreck.

“Alright.” I said and hung up. I focused back on Spencer, who hadn’t moved at all. He was so pale, almost like a corpse. He was soaked in blood. I lifted up his shirt and found monstrous bruises forming already. I was so angry at his dad and at myself. How could anyone do this to anyone, especially their own son? How could I not of protected him better? If I had fought more, maybe he wouldn’t be so hurt.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I should have protected you better. Please, wake up.”

                The ambulance came a minute later. Two men came in with a stretcher. They asked me questions that I answered numbly.

“What is your relation to him?” the younger medic asked. Against my better judgment, I told him, “I’m his boyfriend.” As soon as I said it, I regretted it. They wouldn’t let me stay with him without me being a blood relative. I started to cry harder.

“Shh…calm down. We’ll tell the hospital he is your brother.” The medic said, kindly. I tried to say thank you but nothing would come out. They lifted Spencer onto the stretcher. I held Spencer’s hand as they rolled him out of the house. The other ambulance came for his dad. I wanted them to leave him there. He would wake up eventually.

                On the way to the hospital, Mike, the young med, stopped the bleeding and had him hooked to an IV. I sat on the little bench, in the cramped ambulance, holding onto Spencer’s hand. My aching head was bent towards the ground, praying. My prayers didn’t seem strong enough no matter how I worded it or presented it to God.

“How bad are you hurt?” Mike asked. I picked up my head, looking at him, curiously.

“I’m fine.”

“How bad were you hit?” He asked, seriously.

“I don’t know.” I answered, honestly.  “I blacked out for a couple of minutes.” I stared down at Spencer. He still hadn’t woken. That’s all I wanted. I wanted him to wake up. It was so simple. Just open your eyes, Spencer!

“Can I check you for a concussion?” Mike asked, holding up a little, silver flashlight.

“I’m fine. Just focus on him.” I almost snapped. I was about to apologize but the ambulance stopped. The doors swung open almost as if they were on their own. Spencer was wheeled out with me by his side. They wheeled him in the emergency room. A couple of doctors and nurses swarmed around us, shouting orders that I didn’t understand.

“You’re his brother?” a small brunette asked me. I nodded making my head ache worse. “We’re going to run tests so you’re going to have to leave.”

“No, let me stay with him.” I practically begging. I wanted to be there when he woke up. Not some doctors and nurses he didn’t know.

“Get him away and get him in a room.” A doctor shouted.

                Suddenly, Spencer was out of my hands and I was standing in the middle of the hallway alone.

“I love you, Spencer.” I whispered. I leaned up against the wall and slid down onto the pristine floors.

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