Saving Emma: The Devils Game. Book 8

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Drew

I went down the corridor and saw David approaching me, he pulled out a knife and I was... Defenceless.

But I have to get to Emma.

As he approached, I dodged in time and swiftly moved around him. (Looks cooler if you imagine in slow motion.) I ran to go to the living room where Emma's screams had come from and...

She was on the floor, passed out, bleeding from her head and ankles. I furrowed my brow and walked over to Alec who was kneeling on the floor in what seemed to be in pain.

 Which is about to get a whole lot worst.

I kicked him in the face and he grunted as he flew backwards.
"What did you do!?" I yelled through gritted teeth

"did what the b*tch deserves..." I punched him in the face and he laughed through bloody teeth.

I heard David come up behind me and turned in just enough time, punching him, the knife flew from his hand and skidded across the room...

To where to gun was.

I lunged for them and grabbed them.

"Okay, you either get out, or I will use them." I snarled, side glancing at Emma.

"NOW."

With that, they scurried away like the rats they are.

I chucked the weapons down and they hit the floor with a clash as I skidded on the floor to Emma's aid.

"Emma..." I held her in my arms and checked her pulse.

shallow.

I can't take her to the hospital...

I need reinforcements.

I called Oceane and she came into the house with first aid equipment.

"where is she?" she asked frantically.

"this way." I headed down the corridor with her in tow.

"God, what the hell did Flynn do to your face?" she asked.

"A lot. a fu*king lot." we walked into the living room where Emma was stirring.

"Okay..." Oceane said as she inspected the large gash on her leg.

"It's deep... It might need stitches, but I won't be able to tell until its clean. TCP?"

I handed it to her as Emma's eyes weakly opened.

"Dr...ew...." she stuttered.

I smoothed back her hair. "I'm here Emma, I'm here..."

"Okay, Emmy this is going to sting..."

Emma bit her lip and murmured pain as the TCP was put on the gash.

"Alright honey... alright..." Oceane consoled.

she took a cloth and dabbed it gently before getting a bandage and tightly winding it about her leg.

after cleaning her face and the rest of her bruises, Emma had been seen too.

she cried as I held her to my chest and rocked back and forth with her while Oceane stroked her hair.

"I'm so sorry Emmy..." I said.