Part 68: Eric Boyds & Rhonda Jessica White-Boyds (The Warden and inmate). REVISED
We reached a clear alley but kept moving to get as far away from this explosion as possible. After a few blocks of running full speed I started to feel lethargic and sluggish, my legs got weak, and buckled under me; but not before Eric came to my aid.
“I need to turn around and look at you.” Eric said holding me up.
“I’m fine, we need to keep moving.” I replied.
“We don't have time for this, either you’re going to turn over or I'll turn you myself." Eric explained.
I followed his instruction to turn over, without saying a word he pulled whatever it was out, lifted me up, threw me over his shoulder, and started running. He started fumbling for his phone while I was trying to stay awake, finally getting it secure in his strong hands, he shouts out something but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Everything was garbled, even the sounds of the cars were distorted. Before I knew it I was only seeing flashes of scenes that was going on around me. The next time I came too, Eric was putting me in what I assume to be a dumpster, because of the smell. However long later, I opened my eyes again in complete darkness with the sound of gunfire in the distance. Blacking out again, everything faded away. I started fighting with myself trying to force my eyes open and be more coherent. My eyes opened and I was face to face with a bloody face Eric, raising my hand to greet his cheek I could hear him tell me that no matter happens I have to keep fighting. Kissing me, telling me he loves me as blood pours from his head like water escaping the mouth of a facet. Before I could say anything or do anything else besides touch his face, I was unconscious again, fighting with myself to wake up so I can help him.
Waking up this time I was horrified of what I may wake up too. I didn't know if Eric is dead because of all the blood loss or if the people trying to kill us located our discarded bodies in a dumpster. Once again, opening my eyes to a man but this time the gorgeous man in front of my want my husband. I started swinging but exhausted myself within minutes and ended up passing out once again.
Vision blurred, my eyes begin to open but I can only make out a figure laying beside me. Without making a sound I look around without moving anything but my eyes. It took my eyes a little while to be able to focus better, to see what's around me and not just the shape of it. Eric was laying with his back towards me, he has gauze wrapped around his head, and he's breathing seemed weak as if he were asleep. We were in an all white and cream room, laying on a bed that was so soft, it would be like laying on hundreds of down pillows while your in the air. Sheets are a cream color with pillow cases to match, the room was equipped with high end recess lighting. Knowing I was somewhere safe, I sat up on the bed, and stretched my legs over the side. Making it my duty to reach out to touch Eric. He moans, rolls over, and smile at me. His left eye was bloodshot and so dark it was hard to make out where his pupil is located.
"We're safe now my love, we have nothing to worry about anymore, they will protect us."
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