A Broken Heart
583 Words
I put my coat on, and we got in the car. Aunt Kate drove cautiously, but with a sense of urgency. I'm not sure why we had both felt like it couldn't wait. Well, I wasn't sure, but it made more sense very soon.
A short distance from the cabin, we saw a flash of blue and red lights. As we pulled closer, we saw an ambulance and a police vehicle parked just outside the cabin. Aunt Kate pulled up, and before she'd even finished parking, I jumped out of the car and ran towards the front door.
A deputy stepped out in front of me. 'I'm sorry, family only ma'am.' he said.
'I'm his granddaughter!' the words flew out of me before I had a chance to fully comprehend what I was saying.
I heard footsteps behind me, and a deep male voice spoke. 'I didn't know old Bill had a grand daughter, I thought he had no children?' the voice sounded vaguely familiar.
I turned to face the speaker, and as our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat. He also stopped in his tracks. It was him, the guy from the woods. He was fully dressed in a paramedic uniform. I'd never understood the appeal of a man in uniform until now, and at this moment, I'm ashamed to say that every thought exited my brain except for the fantasy of stripping his uniform off his body and doing all manner of dirty things to him. My focus on getting answers, which 5 minutes ago had felt like my sole purpose on this earth, was suddenly a distant memory.
Was this how Violet had felt about William? That single minded longing for his body, his touch, nothing else mattered?
'You shouldn't be here.' he was back in my head. I wondered if he could hear my thoughts, too? 'I have every right to be here. I came to see my grandfather.' I thought in response. I saw a look of surprise on his face, and I realized that he had heard what I thought.
I walked up to him, and spoke out loud. 'I'm Olivia Kendall'. I offered my hand out to shake, and he'd almost taken it, but then he pulled back. 'Conall Graves' he muttered, not taking his eyes off me.
'Who are you, and how are you getting into my head?' I thought. It probably seemed strange to the others standing around, this stare off, but I wanted to talk to him and this was the only way I could think to do it.
'Stay away' he spoke back.
'No, I have questions and you have the answers. Why did you run away? Your touch felt so good, and I know you felt it too.'
'You are a child, I'm not doing this. It was a mistake. Just stay away.'
I glared at him. Why was he making me suffer? He clearly knew what was going on. Just then, his colleagues pulled a stretcher from the house. William was lying on top of it, clutching an oxygen mask to his face.
'72 year old male, cardiac arrest incoming.' his colleague said into a walkie talkie. 'He's stable and ready for transport.'
Conall rushed towards to stretcher and helped to load it into the the ambulance.
'He will be okay' Conall's voice said inside my head, but the anger was gone and his voice was soothing. 'But you should go. You will get your answers, just not now.'
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