Chapter 3

Lydia watched as the man came closer to her. With every step he took, she shook in fear of getting closer to her death. She had sent her ex-best friend a message to take care of her only daughter, Khloe. The best thing to do was to end it all, She was tired of this life. After all, that was what George wanted as well.

When Carson walked closer to her, he frowned, 

'isn't this the same lady from the hospital?' He asked himself. Looking at Lydia, he said calmly, 

“Get down” 

This only made her hold on to the rail behind her tightly. She was on the other side of the rail, standing at the very edge of the bridge.

“No!” She replied stubbornly. Her eyes held a faraway look, her lips quivering as she began to say,

“You don't know what I've been through. My life is a living hell. I just want to die, I just want to die!” She screamed. Her hair and hospital gown flew as the wind led them. The sound of water underneath them.

Carson raised his hands in surrender, “I really would have loved to watch you die, but apparently, I can't." Not only was she owing his friend some money, but he didn't want to see the asshole happy that he had finally gotten rid of her.

"It's better you step down from there and think about the next step to take instead of giving yourself to the cold hands of death” he suggested.

As he spoke, he looked directly at her. There is a saying that until you've faced exactly what someone is going through you can never use the statement, I understand. Really, he cannot tell her that he understands because he has never been beaten the way she was. The little he heard from his friend, Nick, was enough to know that the girl had suffered.

“Come down, let me help you” he tried one more time. 

The one thing he hated most in his life was suicide. He had lost two important people through suicide. He wondered why, with their eyes open, they would want to kill themselves, but he gradually began to understand that people are facing hell on earth.

“You cannot help me. No one can, that's why I have to leave. I want to die. You won't understand” She gripped the rail tight as she pressed her lips together to stop herself from bursting into tears.

“That's true. It's very true, I do not understand, but can you say the same for your daughter?” Carson asked. He remembered she had been screaming for the asshole to bring her daughter to her.

Lydia snapped her eyes to look at him, and her eyes widened. Then suddenly, her face darkened,

“Who are you? Are you one of George's friends? What do—” he cuts her off.

“I can never be a friend to an asshole that beats women,” he replied casually. He was now very close to her, he stretched his hand to her,

“Come down. Let me help you” he said again but Lydia was adamant.

“No,” she said softly before she screamed, "No! No! I want to die! I want to die!” She screamed louder like some mad woman.

Carson gnashed his teeth, as he tried to reach for her instead of covering his ears. She had stupidly removed her hands from the rails as she screamed, causing her to lose her balance.

“Ahhhh!” She screamed, but Carson grabbed her by the collar of her gown, causing him to hit the rail

“Help me, help me!” 

Her hands flew to reach for him, but she couldn't. A chill ran down her spine as she saw death flashed through her eyes.

“Please, please save me,” she begged. 

“Why do this the hard way?!?” Carson asked through gritted teeth. He has been pleading with her to come down for a long time now. Why did she have to be so stubborn?

“Oh God, Please don't let me go” Lydia cried louder when she felt the hospital gown tearing down from behind

"Give me your damn hands'' Carson yelled with his heart racing, and Lydia tried to reach for his hand. Their fingers were mere inches away from each other.

“Oh God, I don't want to die, I don't want to die" she cried louder, and it only pissed Carson so much he wanted to slap her mouth shut.

“Shut your damn mouth and give me your hands!" he yelled.

When Carson's hand finally reached her trembling hand, Lydia felt hope build within her again. 

Carson hardened his legs against the ground, placing strength there as her weight threatened to drag the both of them into the water below. He locked eyes with her and he saw her vulnerability. His heart ached for her.

Lydia reached for his hand with her other hand as she stared into his Prussian blue eyes. Beads of sweat were seen in their faces, the fear that gripped her could be seen in her face, her eyes. Carson looked at those brown eyes and said,

“You're safe” she nodded and with that, Carson pulled her out, taking her back onto the road. They both fell down on each other, exhausted. 

Carson ran his hand through his hair as he tried to catch his breath, the same with Lydia. He didn't seem to mind that she was lying to him right in the middle of the road but was more upset about what had just happened.

“What the hell was that?” He asked through gritted teeth, he was still breathing heavily. 

“You may want to die, but I still love my life, okay?” He spat. 

“I'm so sorry. I'm deeply sorry” Lydia cried, her heart was still beating fast. 

“I didn't mean for it to… I was only…” she tried to speak but choked on her words. Her eyes spilled down hot tears as her lips quiver.

Carson cussed before his hands moved around her waist, wrapping her whole and she cried harder

“Shhhhh…” he stroked her back gently. He hated it when she cried. 

“It's alright" he continued to pat her back gently.

After a while, Lydia stopped crying and looked up at Carson. Carson asked with a raised brow,

"Are you done crying?" Lydia pushed herself from him gently and tried to stand.

"Hm, I'm fine now" she replied as they both stood properly.

"That's good" Carson smiled before his face formed a frown as he held the girl's hands behind her back,

"Now young lady, you're under arrest" 

"Huh? What?"