Rescue Me (Sidney Crosby)

Chapter Eighty Four

-Julie-

My wrists were bound and I was strapped down to the seat that I was secured in, these boys weren’t taking the risk of losing me, after I had so willingly came. If Vero was there and in risk of being shot, I would have put up a good fight, thrown a punch or two, but I couldn’t risk her safety, not after everything she’s done for Josh and me.

I had walked over towards Boris, he quickly grabbed me and we started to walked off, when he yelled ‘finish her’, I began to kick and scream, one of the men picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying my out. I heard a gunshot and screamed even louder, calling her name, hoping that someone would help.

When we got outside, there was an SUV, Boris said something in Russian to one of his men walking outside and then cursed loudly, grabbing my face as a man was tying my wrists.

“I’m going to take pleasure on killing your fiancé, he’s causing me nothing but misery,” Boris grumbled and I glared.

“And I’m going to take pleasure in seeing him kill you, you’re causing us nothing but misery,” I hissed and then spit in his face.

“Bitch,” he barked and then slapped my across the face so hard that I lost my balance and fell to the ground, trying not to cry or whimper at the stinging feeling in my cheek, “Get up!”

‘…No point in going willingly now…’ I thought as the man picked me up and placed me in the seat.

I was happy that my feet weren’t bound, that gave me a chance to turn my body and lean back, shoving the heel of my foot hard on the man’s chin and watching as he flew back. I only had a two second window, I was pretty sure that I could out run them.

I hopped out o the car and started to make a run for it, don’t know where, but anywhere was better than there. Sadly, my window wasn’t as opened as I thought; I had maybe one second instead of two, maybe not even one. The man that I had kicked grabbed my ankle and I collapsed to the ground, turning to my side and then crying out in pain because I heard a pop in my shoulder.

“Move it! Cops!” someone yelled and I heard sirens.

‘…I should have stayed in that room…’ I thought as I felt the man scooping my body up. I hissed at the pressure on my shoulder and then cried out when he threw me into the SUV.

“Don’t run off anymore, meat,” the man growled as he shoved me over and slid into the car, slamming the door closed and then telling the driver to go.

There was a big man on each side of me, one driving and Boris in the passenger seat; I was squished between the two, trying not to scream as the man pressed his body against my shoulder, ‘…Shit I think it’s dislocated…’

A gasped when I felt a hand slide in-between my legs, I growled and looked to see that the man to me left was groping me, ‘…Not happening…’ I thought as I pushed up and head butted him, “Keep your hands to yourself!”

Boris laughed from the front seat, “You’re our pet now, mon cher, we do- we touch, whatever we want to.”

“Go to hell!” I spat and he smirked.

“You’ll come to see things my way!”

“That’s all right; I don’t feel like being in a padded room!” I hissed and he glared but then turned around, waving his hand to the men next to me and cried out when the back of the seat went back and I landed on my bad shoulder.

“Oh, I think she got hurt,” the guy who I kicked said as he placed his hand on my shoulder, “Oops,” he pressed down hard on my shoulder and I screamed.

I heard the sirens behind us, so I knew that the police were chasing us. My hands were brought over my head and I screamed again because the pain was so bad, but it was soon muffled with duck tape over my mouth.

“Shut up, bitch!”

The only thing that didn’t hurt were my legs, so I started kicking. I don’t know how long for, and I don’t know if I got anyone, but I know the last one I blew, hit the driver. The SUV swerved and I felt us flip. I wasn’t in a seat belt, so when the van went flipping, so did I.

We landed upside down, and I had a man slam into my back, hoping that he didn’t break it. My whole body hurt now, my vision was blurry, the only thing that I could make out were lots of feet carefully making their way to the crashed vehicle.

“Hands in the air! In the air!” I heard and I breathed a sigh of relief, ‘…I’m saved…’

I felt the pressure on my back release; the man was off of me, being drug out of the SUV. I tried to move, but I found myself in too much pain to move, even thinking about it hurt.

When I heard that all four men were out of the car, one being dead, but I didn’t know who. I wondered when someone was going to come back for me. I heard my name being screamed, I wanted to look up, I really did, but I could, so I laid my head on my arm and tried to see who’s voice that was, because it wasn’t Sidney’s.

I heard the screech of the back door of the van opening and footsteps on the broken glass. Someone said my name softly and I looked up just a little to see that there were three pairs of feet.

“Baby,” I heard someone say softly, and then felt the tape being ripped from my mouth, “Sorry, can you hear me?”

“Sid,” I managed to croak out and felt someone’s hands on my back.

“We’re gunna get you out of here,” someone else said and I thought it was Cooke.

The EMTs came and I screamed out was the roughly moved me onto the bed and ushered me out, quick and painful. My wrists were cut loose and I had bandages wrapped around them because they were pretty cut up. I groaned at every bump, I was thrown into an ambulance just in time to hear gunshots. My eyes widened and I remember Vero.

“Vero!” I called out and pushed my body up and then crying out.

“Lay down!”

“Vero!” I called again, tears coming to my eyes at the thought of her being dead.

“Julie!” I heard as the doors opened and Sidney stood there, he climbed up and shut the protest form the EMT up by pressing his lips against mine.

“Where’s Vero?!”

“We need to get out of here!” the EMT woman said and the doors were closed again and I was pushed back down onto the bed, “Ma’am you need to relax.”

“Where’s Vero, Sid?!” I asked again as Sidney sat on the bench and held my head, I could clearly see that he looked like he had gone a few rounds with a giant, “Sid!”

“She’s all right, Jewels,” Sidney said calmly as he held my hand in both of his, “She’s fine, she scared but she’s fine. She’s with Marc now.”

I started at the ceiling and cried out happily, “I thought they killed her, I heard gunshots and-“

“Shhhh, baby, baby it’s all right,” Sidney said as he kissed my hand, “It’s over.”

“It’s never going to be over if he’s still alive.”

“No baby,” he said and placed his hand on my cheek, “It’s over.”

-Sidney-

We were rushed to the hospital, Julie was in bad shape, her shoulder, the cuts on her body from the broken glass, the swollen cheek, busted lip, her back was pretty messed up too.

I was in my own room while the doctors worked on Julie; my injuries weren’t bad at least. I was going to have a killer migraine for a few days, but it’s still better that Julie.

I paced back and forth in my room, my friends stood around me, trying to make me calm down, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t relax until I knew that she was going to be all right. Her parents were called, my parents were called, and they were both on their way as we speak.

The doctor walked in and we all turned towards him, our heads up and ears perked, “Is she all right?!”

“She suffered a dislocated shoulder, minor cuts, no stitching required; although, he back was damaged during the accident. A few discs out of placed that we managed to call a Chiropractor to fix, but she’s going to need to visit him at least once a month for probably a lifetime. The man falling on her caused some sever sciatic nerve damage.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means that she’s going to be in minor pain for the rest of her life as long as she continues with the chiropractor,” he said and I sighed.

“So she’ll be in pain anyway?” I asked and he nodded his head.

“But as long as she continues with the chiropractor, the pain will me minor, almost an ache,” he said and I nodded my head, “She’s resting now, we did a lot to fix her in one day. We sedated her and she’ll be on some pain killers for a while.”

“Thanks doc,” Marc said and the doctor walked out of the room and I stared at the ground.

“We were supposed to get married in two weeks,” I muttered, clenching the sheets on the bed.

“You still can Sid,” Marc said, “Granted it’ll be a little different, but-“

“It’s not your decision anymore,” Vero said and I looked over towards her, everyone was staring at her, “It’s Julie’s, she might want to push the wedding back because of this.”

“Why?”

“Well I for one wouldn’t want to be all cut up and bruised at my wedding!” Vero stated and I sighed.

“I don’t care what she looks like! We don’t even have to have a wedding, just go down to the courthouse and get the certificate! I love her; I don’t care what she looks like!” I said and Vero smirked.

“So tell her that,” she said and I sighed, “Although, I still don’t think that she’s going to walk down the aisle looking like that.”

“Vero.”

“I’m just saying what all the girls are thinking,” Vero said and then walked over towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “Don’t be surprised when she asks you to push the wedding back.”

“I’ll wait forever with her.”

“You’re so corny!” Marc said and the guys chuckled.

The door opened and Julie’s bed was wheeled in with a sleeping porcelain doll lying on top. I sighed and then stood up and walked over towards her, taking her hand and bringing it to my lips.

“Where’s Josh?” Geno asked.

“With Duper,” I said and he nodded his head.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked back to see Kris stand there. He patted my shoulder and squeezed it a little, “It’s over Sid.”

“How’s your hand?”

“Broken.”

“Nice punch though.”

“I know, right!” he said and I smirked.

‘…Thank god for loyal friends…’