The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 34
-Tre's POV-
The papparazzi followed us outside. I shoved past them and managed to squeeze myself into the car. I set Sara in the front seat and started down the road.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I said hysterically. "Where are we gonna go?" Sara stood on her knees and looked out the back window.
"How about back home!? To get dad and Mike!?" she screamed. I looked in my rear- view mirror and found Mike and Billie running down the road towards the car.
"FUCK!" I shouted and came to a screeching hault. Two seconds later, they were in the car and out of breath.
"Oh my god," Mike sighed dramatically. "Go, Tre! Before they catch us!" I hesitated and put the car in drive. Billie's eyes suddenly bulged.
"What the fuck happened to your head?!" He screeched at Sara. "Come here!"
Obeying her father, Sara climbed to the backseat and sat on Billie's lap. Billie surveyed her head, gently bringing his hands over the cut. "What the hell?" he said to himself. "Does it hurt?" She didn't say anything. "Well, does it?" She nodded. Billie looked at Mike.
"What happened?" Mike asked. "I mean, we came upstairs and you were on the floor." Sara didn't say a word.
"Say something, honey," Billie urged.
"I was going to take a shower. And I got undressed and was about to get in, and they broke the window and one of the pieces of glass hit me in the head. And I fell over," she said. I looked at her through my mirror. She was talking strangley. Almost like it hurt her to speak. Billie pulled her toward him and held her.
"Fuckers," Mike said disbelievingly. "We should sue thier asses." Billie shook his head.
"No. There's no use. But we should take her to the doctor." Mike and I nodded in agreement.
"We should get some clothes on her first," I said. I parked in the Target parking lot, and got out with Mike to go get some clothes.
-Billie's POV-
I sat in the car, holding Sara in my lap. She was shaking a lot. But she was sweating, too. Something wasn't right. I waited impatiently for Mike and Tre to get back.
"D-D-Dad?" she stuttered. I looked at her. She was pale, and looked like she was about to be sick. I started to feel panic rise into my chest. "I don't- don't feel too good," she said. All of the sudden her head started bleeding again.
"Fuck!" I shouted. Her eyes closed and she fell loose into my arms. "Sara?" I shook her. "Sara!?" I shook harder. I started panicking. "SARA!" I screamed, my eyes filling with tears. "STOP! WAKE UP!" I shook her violently. "STOP PLAYING GAMES!! GET UP!" I looked around. No one in sight. I looked back down at her, she was still unconsious. At least I hoped she was only unconsious. Now crying hysterically, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911.
I watched in agony as they lifted her in the ambulance. Mike and Tre watched with just as much pain. We all got into the car and drove to the hospital parking lot, where we hurried out and ran inside. We went to the front desk.
"Name?" she asked.
"Armstrong. Sara Armstrong," Tre said in a shaky voice. The secretary looked at Tre.
"You're Tre Cool!" she squealed. Tre didn't do anything. I looked at him and he just stared at the secretary. "Can I have your autograph?"
"No," He said shortly. I pushed him aside, stopping him from punching her in the face.
"We just need to know where my daughter is," I said, the tears welling up in my eyes.
"You don't have a daughter, though," she said. "Only boys-"
"Where is she?" I said quietly, but full of anger. She pointed to a hallway marked "Employees Only."
"You'll have to wait in the waiting room," she said, sounding mad at me for snapping at her.
"Like hell I will," I said. I turned on my heals and walked briskly through the doors.
"Hey!" she shouted. "Come back here!" I ignored her. I looked through a big glass window and found my daughter. Laying on a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors. She had a monitor beside her bed that was beeping steadily. Her bed was drenched in blood. I looked at the machine. Beep, beep, beep. Nothing. The doctors started yelling at each other. I stared into the room.
"No," I said quietly, tears welling up in my eyes. "No," I said louder. Mike and Tre came into the doors. I started pounding on the window. "NO! SARA!" I screamed. "SARA!!" I cried hysterically. The doctors turned and shouted for someone to get me away from the window. Mike grabbed me and tried to pull me away. I tore from his grip and threw myself at the window. "SARA!! SARA KRISTINE ARMSTRONG!! GET UP!" I pounded on the window.
Two security guards rushed towards me and grabbed me by each arm. "GET OFF ME!" I muffled. "THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!! NO! SARA!" I got a glance at Tre. He had his hands up on the window, tears streaming down his face. He stared into the room. Mike gently pushed him away. I fought the security guards, but they were stronger than me. They threw me into the waiting room and stood by the door. I fell to the floor and sobbed. "No!" I screamed, pounding on the ground. "NNNOOOO!!" Mike stood over me, crying. Tre sat in a chair, his face in his hands, sobbing. Mike tried to comfort me, but I pushed him away.. "NO!" I blared at him. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
The doctor came out of the room, blood all over his clothes. Tre looked up. I stood up and charged at him. "WHERE IS SHE!?" I screamed, my face inches from his.
"Mr. Armstrong?" I tried to grab at his collar, but Mike held me back. "I'm sorry." No, I thought. "Your daughter..." NO! "Is gone." He frowned slightly and walked away.
I stopped fighting. I stopped moving. The whole world stopped.
"Gone?" I said quietly. I screamed. Loudly for everyone to hear. And I fell to a huge heap onto the floor. "NO! SHE'S NOT GONE!! GET BACK HERE AND TELL ME SHE'S- She's...she's...." I sobbed uncontrollably. "NO! SARA!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Tre sunk to the floor and sobbed beside me. Mike pounded on the wall and cried. I sobbed on the floor. "Sara!" I called. "Come back! Please!" I cried out for her. No one came. I cried out her name again. No one answered. She ran away from me again. But now, she wasn't coming back.
The papparazzi followed us outside. I shoved past them and managed to squeeze myself into the car. I set Sara in the front seat and started down the road.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I said hysterically. "Where are we gonna go?" Sara stood on her knees and looked out the back window.
"How about back home!? To get dad and Mike!?" she screamed. I looked in my rear- view mirror and found Mike and Billie running down the road towards the car.
"FUCK!" I shouted and came to a screeching hault. Two seconds later, they were in the car and out of breath.
"Oh my god," Mike sighed dramatically. "Go, Tre! Before they catch us!" I hesitated and put the car in drive. Billie's eyes suddenly bulged.
"What the fuck happened to your head?!" He screeched at Sara. "Come here!"
Obeying her father, Sara climbed to the backseat and sat on Billie's lap. Billie surveyed her head, gently bringing his hands over the cut. "What the hell?" he said to himself. "Does it hurt?" She didn't say anything. "Well, does it?" She nodded. Billie looked at Mike.
"What happened?" Mike asked. "I mean, we came upstairs and you were on the floor." Sara didn't say a word.
"Say something, honey," Billie urged.
"I was going to take a shower. And I got undressed and was about to get in, and they broke the window and one of the pieces of glass hit me in the head. And I fell over," she said. I looked at her through my mirror. She was talking strangley. Almost like it hurt her to speak. Billie pulled her toward him and held her.
"Fuckers," Mike said disbelievingly. "We should sue thier asses." Billie shook his head.
"No. There's no use. But we should take her to the doctor." Mike and I nodded in agreement.
"We should get some clothes on her first," I said. I parked in the Target parking lot, and got out with Mike to go get some clothes.
-Billie's POV-
I sat in the car, holding Sara in my lap. She was shaking a lot. But she was sweating, too. Something wasn't right. I waited impatiently for Mike and Tre to get back.
"D-D-Dad?" she stuttered. I looked at her. She was pale, and looked like she was about to be sick. I started to feel panic rise into my chest. "I don't- don't feel too good," she said. All of the sudden her head started bleeding again.
"Fuck!" I shouted. Her eyes closed and she fell loose into my arms. "Sara?" I shook her. "Sara!?" I shook harder. I started panicking. "SARA!" I screamed, my eyes filling with tears. "STOP! WAKE UP!" I shook her violently. "STOP PLAYING GAMES!! GET UP!" I looked around. No one in sight. I looked back down at her, she was still unconsious. At least I hoped she was only unconsious. Now crying hysterically, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911.
I watched in agony as they lifted her in the ambulance. Mike and Tre watched with just as much pain. We all got into the car and drove to the hospital parking lot, where we hurried out and ran inside. We went to the front desk.
"Name?" she asked.
"Armstrong. Sara Armstrong," Tre said in a shaky voice. The secretary looked at Tre.
"You're Tre Cool!" she squealed. Tre didn't do anything. I looked at him and he just stared at the secretary. "Can I have your autograph?"
"No," He said shortly. I pushed him aside, stopping him from punching her in the face.
"We just need to know where my daughter is," I said, the tears welling up in my eyes.
"You don't have a daughter, though," she said. "Only boys-"
"Where is she?" I said quietly, but full of anger. She pointed to a hallway marked "Employees Only."
"You'll have to wait in the waiting room," she said, sounding mad at me for snapping at her.
"Like hell I will," I said. I turned on my heals and walked briskly through the doors.
"Hey!" she shouted. "Come back here!" I ignored her. I looked through a big glass window and found my daughter. Laying on a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors. She had a monitor beside her bed that was beeping steadily. Her bed was drenched in blood. I looked at the machine. Beep, beep, beep. Nothing. The doctors started yelling at each other. I stared into the room.
"No," I said quietly, tears welling up in my eyes. "No," I said louder. Mike and Tre came into the doors. I started pounding on the window. "NO! SARA!" I screamed. "SARA!!" I cried hysterically. The doctors turned and shouted for someone to get me away from the window. Mike grabbed me and tried to pull me away. I tore from his grip and threw myself at the window. "SARA!! SARA KRISTINE ARMSTRONG!! GET UP!" I pounded on the window.
Two security guards rushed towards me and grabbed me by each arm. "GET OFF ME!" I muffled. "THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!! NO! SARA!" I got a glance at Tre. He had his hands up on the window, tears streaming down his face. He stared into the room. Mike gently pushed him away. I fought the security guards, but they were stronger than me. They threw me into the waiting room and stood by the door. I fell to the floor and sobbed. "No!" I screamed, pounding on the ground. "NNNOOOO!!" Mike stood over me, crying. Tre sat in a chair, his face in his hands, sobbing. Mike tried to comfort me, but I pushed him away.. "NO!" I blared at him. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
The doctor came out of the room, blood all over his clothes. Tre looked up. I stood up and charged at him. "WHERE IS SHE!?" I screamed, my face inches from his.
"Mr. Armstrong?" I tried to grab at his collar, but Mike held me back. "I'm sorry." No, I thought. "Your daughter..." NO! "Is gone." He frowned slightly and walked away.
I stopped fighting. I stopped moving. The whole world stopped.
"Gone?" I said quietly. I screamed. Loudly for everyone to hear. And I fell to a huge heap onto the floor. "NO! SHE'S NOT GONE!! GET BACK HERE AND TELL ME SHE'S- She's...she's...." I sobbed uncontrollably. "NO! SARA!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Tre sunk to the floor and sobbed beside me. Mike pounded on the wall and cried. I sobbed on the floor. "Sara!" I called. "Come back! Please!" I cried out for her. No one came. I cried out her name again. No one answered. She ran away from me again. But now, she wasn't coming back.
