Haunted(48)

I froze. Was this really happening? All I had done to keep her safe and the universe wanted to take her away from me. I felt as though I was being punished by God or something. I couldn’t lose her.

“Roman!” Berg screamed while shaking me.

I snapped out of the fog and looked at Berg, begging him with my eyes to help me. I felt paralyzed.

“Let’s go while you call 911. She is on Highway 61, heading for the school according to her voicemail.”

We ran out of the studio into the rain. Berg ran to his car and I jumped in, knowing I was in no shape to drive. I dialed 911 and explained who I was and about the voicemail that I received. They put a tracer on Beth’s phone, and it was three miles south from our house.

Berg drove down Highway 61 and passed our house. I knew she was within a three-mile radius or at least her phone was. I knew the dirt road was on the right side. I had to give Beth kudos on leaving me a voicemail telling me her location. She was smart, thank God.

Please, God, let her be alright.

We came up on the three-mile mark where I saw a dirt road off to the right.

“Dirt road!” I pointed and Berg pulled over.

“Oh f*ck!” Berg yelled.

What we saw before us was a horror show. I saw a man in a creepy mask carrying my wife to her CRV. I saw that Beth was bleeding despite the mud on her body. I felt nothing but rage.





“I’ll get the guy and you take care of Beth,” Berg said.

We rushed out of the car. Andrew looked up and he staggered as though he was seconds away from dropping her. Once he saw us, he let her go and she dropped to the road. He lurched toward the CRV. Berg ran toward him at full speed. I was torn between wanting to go over and strangle Andrew to death or wanting to save Beth.

I ran to her and I looked her over. She was covered in blood and mud. I wasn’t sure where all the blood was coming from, but her shirt was torn open. I looked really hard at her right thigh because it was bleeding profusely. I took off my shirt and wrapped it around her thigh and tied it tight to put pressure on the wound. He had stabbed her. He had f*cking stabbed her!

“Beth! Beth! Wake up, baby.”

Her big brown eyes opened, and she looked up at me while rain drops fell on her face. “Roman…I’m so sleepy. Where are we?” She sounded confused and groggy.

“Baby, I need you to stay awake. Can you stay awake for me?” I pushed the hair out of her eyes. Her face was red and swollen, looking as though she’d been punched a couple of times. Rage filled me. I looked over her body. She was also bleeding from the left side of her body. Fucker!

“Beth, talk to me!” I looked at her while running my fingers over her hair. She opened her eyes.

“I fought back.” She smiled. “Did you see Andrew? Did I f*ck him up?”


I heard yelling and I looked over at Berg. He was on the ground with a knife sticking out of his chest, and I saw Beth’s CRV taking off down the road in the pouring rain.

Fuck!

I picked up Beth because I sure as shit wasn’t leaving her side. I ran to Berg as quickly as I could without sliding on the wet dirt. I dropped to the ground with Beth in my arms.

“Berg! Berg! Shit!”

The knife stuck out right below the ribcage. I imagined that the knife was in his liver or stomach. I knew better than to pull it out.

“I’m okay, sort of, I mean, except for this f*cking knife sticking out of me.” He laughed and then moaned in pain. “How is she?”

“I don’t know. She won’t stay awake, but she’s breathing.”

I looked at her leg and I saw that the blood was soaking through my shirt.

“Her leg is bleeding bad! I don’t know if he hit her femoral artery or not.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. That’s when I heard the police sirens. Two officers jumped out of a car.

“He took off in a white CRV going north. He is wearing a white mask on his face.”

The two officers jumped in the police car and pursued Andrew. Another police car parked, and the officers ran over with a medical bag.

One cop spoke into his walkie talkie, “I need two ambulances on the scene? immediately!”



Chapter 36 – Roman



Berg and Beth were both in surgery. I called Eric, Phoebe, Eve, and Joey’s school and told them briefly what happened and where we were. Eric said he would get Tara to go pick up Joey from school, and she would watch him at Eric’s house.

I didn’t have a shirt on and a nurse was nice enough to give me a scrub top. I was sitting in the waiting room between Eve and Phoebe with my head in my hands. We were the only ones in the room. What would I do if I lost Beth or Berg? I couldn’t handle this. I felt as though I am going to break. I couldn’t cry. Why couldn’t I cry? I felt restless, so I stood and paced.

The door to the waiting room flew open. Eric walked in.

“You, this is your fault!” Eric rushed me. “You are going to end up getting her killed! I knew it would be a mistake for her to marry you!”

Even though part of me couldn’t argue with what he was saying, I was not in the mood right now.

I stated in my most deadly voice, “Eric, you seem to forget, Beth is mine, not yours. She is my wife, not yours! You tend to forget that, my friend.”

“Oh, we are not friends. You are nothing but a mistake that Beth made.”