Rescue Me (Sidney Crosby)

Chapter Forty Three

"What are we gunna do, Sid?" James repeated as I looked up to see that he was walking in front of Tyler, who was helping Allie walk over.

"Call the team, tell them to meet me at my house," I said as I slipped my arms underneath Julie's legs and back, "Tell Coach and Doc to be there too, and for Doc to bring his stuff," I said and the guys whipped out their phones, "Tyler, call Millie and Harold and tell them to take Josh and Conner and get them away from here, get them out of this state."

"All right," he said and then used his left arm to grab his cell phone from his pocket, while his right arm was used to hold Allie up.

"Kris, go get the Suburban!" I said and he nodded his head and started to run, knowing that he was on the phone with someone as well.

It felt like a life time when in reality it was almost an hour. We pulled into my driveway and I saw that some of the team was here. Kris had brought Marc's SUV down and we all piled in and he brought us to the Burger King parking lot where Kris drove my Rover and Geno went to his car.

"What happened?" Pascal asked as he saw me carrying Julie.

"Open the door," I said quickly as Geno ran passed me and unlocked the front door and we all ran in.

Julie was still unconscious and I was worried. Her lip was bleeding, she had a few cut marks on her arms, her shirt was torn open and her jeans were unbuttoned, I knew that they had done stuff to her.

"Crosby, what's going on?" Cooke asked as he and the others walked in and I laid Julie on my couch.

"Marc!"

I looked up to see that Vero had ran into the house and over towards Marc, "I'm all right."

"What happened?" she asked.

By the time the everyone was here, once they had seen Julie, they went into a panic.

"What the hell is going on?!" Coach growled as I looked down to see that Doc was looking at Julie.

"I need to get this bullet out," he said and I nodded my head.

"Bullet? What bullet? Why was she shot? What the hell?" Chris Kunitz asked and I looked at him and then over towards Allie.

"You want to explain," I said and she looked at me scared, she had tried to apologize to me, but I wasn't taking it, it was all her fault that Julie was like this.

"I-" she started and Tyler held her close.

"Sid, come on."

"No," I snapped and looked at him, "She's the one who caused this!"

"She was trying to help!" he said and I looked at her.

"Tell the team what we have to do because of you," I said, '...I might be acting like an asshole, but this is all her fault...'

"I-"

"Allie-"

"No, they need to know," she said and I knelt down next to Julie and held her hand and watched her wince as Doc tried to clean her up.

Allie told them how she went to the mob a while ago to get Kyle to be put in jail, because everything that the police had against him wasn't enough, that I never understood why. She said how she would pay the men to make him go to jail for a long time, they agreed and set up a date to when she would have to pay them, that date was today, "He told me he wanted the money to transfer to a wireless account! He never told me cash!" she said and I saw some of the guys glaring at the ground.

"What does this have to do with us?" Dustin Jeffrey asked.

"Julie wasn't supposed to come with me, she wasn't supposed to be there, but she wouldn't let it go, so I had to bring her along," Allie said and I heard her start to cry, "They found her and started to hurt her."

"But what does this have to do with us?" Brooks Orpik asked.

"She's getting there!" Tyler said and I looked up at my team.

"I was stupid and mentioned that Sidney was her boyfriend and he came up with a plan," Allie said and I stood up and sighed, "He told Sidney that you guys have to lose the game against the Islanders."

"Lose the game? What?" Pascal asked.

"Why would we lose the game?!" Craig Adams asked.

"Because if we don't lose the game then he's gunna come for our families," I said and the team looked at us.

"WHAT?!" they yelled angrily.

'...Got their attention...' I thought and looked towards Allie to see that she was crying.

"Sidney, do you have any alcohol? I need to pour it over this wound to sterilize it," Doc said and I looked at him and nodded my head.

-Julie-

I was so sore, but I finally felt myself coming to. I heard a lot of voices around me and didn't know where I was.

"How could you be so stupid?!" I heard someone yell and then I decided that it was time to wake up.

My eyes fluttered opened and I looked to see that I was staring at a ceiling, and I felt myself laying on a comfortable leather couch, a familiar leather couch.

"Tyler, what the hell man?!"

'...Tyler? Am I'm safe?...' I thought and then groaned because my head hurt.

"Hey Crosby, you're girl's waking up!" I heard and then started to sit up to find myself very dizzy and that my thigh was burning.

'...Crosby? Sid! Where's Sidney?!...' I thought as I felt someone help me sit up and saw that it was an older man.

"Get her some water," he told someone and I slowly looked around the room to see that at the Pittsburgh Penguins were staring at me, "How are you feeling, dear?" I looked at him and then groaned and held my head, "I thought so, you were beaten pretty hard, I see."

"Yo Doc, what do you mean by beaten?"

"Well open your eyes, boys, this girl was tortured," he said and then he held up my limp arm to show off the cuts, "Haven't seen cuts like these since the war," he muttered and then looked at me, "Tell me, did that hurt you in other ways?" he asked and I knew what he meant. I looked down and bit my lip, wiping the tears that fell from my face, they had, "Disgusting."

"What did they do, Julie?" I looked up to see that Vero asked.

"Viol," (Rape) I whispered and she gasped and then turned back to Marc. I didn't want the whole team knowing what I had gone through, but I wasn't expecting to find out that day that Marc wasn't the only player who spoke French.

"Julie," I looked up and saw Sidney was standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a bottle of whiskey. He took a deep breath and then walked over towards the old man next to me, "This was all I could find, Doc."

"It'll do," the old man known as Doc said and then I looked at Sidney.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore," I said and he took my hand and kissed it.

"We're probably not going to want to do this here, son," Doc said and I looked at him confused.

"Do what?" I asked.

"They need to get the bullet out," Sidney said and I looked at him and bit my lip, "It'll be all right."

"Get her to the bathroom," Doc said and Sidney nodded his head.

"Put your arm around me," he said and I nodded my head and he picked me up. I flinched because of the soreness and then laid my head back, "We need to put you in a bubble or something, you're always in danger."

I smirked and then breathed in his smell, hoping that this wasn't a dream, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you have nothing to apologize for," he said and I looked at him.

"Is Allie all right?" I asked and he sighed.

"She's fine," he growled and I looked at him.

"Don't be mad at her, Sid," I said and he walked into the bathroom and laid me into the tub.

"Do you even have any idea what is going on?" he asked me and I shook my head. He sighed and then kissed my head and Doc walked in.

"It's going to be a while, I haven't done this in a long time," he said and Sidney nodded his head.

'...Wait? What?...' I thought as I looked to see that the old man was cutting my jeans and turning them into shorts, '...Oh I hope that whiskey is for me to drink...'