Mine

Collier’s POV

I heard Amanda scream from upstairs for someone to call 911. I heard Ally’s name and my blood ran cold. Amanda was screaming orders at someone to bring her a shirt when I made it to the top of the stairs. Jack stood closest to her untying her hands. What the hell was going on? Without thinking I took my shirt on and pulled it on over her head. She was motionless. Covered in blood. How had we not heard this? Who did this? Jack moved towards her and I instinctively pulled her towards me and gave Jack a warning look. Don’t touch her. Mine. Kayden tried to pull her away from me to let Amanda look at her and I saw red.

“Collier, we have to see how bad it is. We need to get her to a hospital. I know you love her and we do too. I promise we are trying to help. We want to help. Let us help her.”

I loosened my grip on her. In the mean time Bree had made it in the room and was staring at me. “Why does she have YOUR shirt on? Could no one else volunteer? I don’t like how close you are to her,” came her voice. And then came the red. By this point Kayden and Jack were too close to her and Bree running her mouth was too much. I practically growled as I pulled her in my arms and yelled at Kayden to drive as we ran down the stairs. I wasn’t letting her go. We climbed in the backseat and I rubbed her arm and held her the entire way to the hospital.

The nurses and staff pulled her away and started pounding questions. I actually knew most of them. DOB/health concerns… we talked about all of that. Then came questions about what happened. “Was she raped?” No, she couldn’t have been. Please, no. Amanda had come with us and luckily she couldn’t speak while I was processing. “It looked like she may have been. There was blood and fluid everywhere.”

I failed her. Who did this? I would make them pay.

“Are you family?” I heard the doctor’s words but couldn’t come up with the right answer. She damn well better now make me leave. So I lied. “I am her fiancé.”

“Okay. You can come back then but the rest of you will have to wait out here” the doctor directed.

They did a full check of her- she had a concussion, what looked to be lacerations caused my a knife around her neck and on her breasts, and yes, she was raped. The biggest shocker was what the doctor told me next.

“We would rather not X-ray because of her condition”

I was so confused…”what condition?”

The doctor looked at me like I had 3 heads and said something that would change my life forever. “Her pregnancy. The ultrasound tech will be here in about 5 minutes and we can find out how far along she is.”

The floor started moving and the walls were no longer standing still. Was it my brother’s? Here it comes again… the possessiveness… somehow I KNEW it was my baby.

“Doctor” my voice finally came back,”is she going to wake up soon.”

“Yes, we have her sedated right now but I would say in the next hour or so she will be awake”

I know she couldn’t feel it but I held her hand while the sonographer checked the baby. Roughly 13 weeks old. It IS mine. It was from when we slept together the first time I had seen her again. Did she know? I doubt it or she wouldn’t have been drinking. Drinking…. A beer my brother gave her before she felt sick. The doctor came in to check on her and told me once she woke up if all was well we could go home later today. In the mean time I was trying to process if my brother drugged her. Surely he wouldn’t, right?