A half hour later, Bella’s medication kicked in and she
crashed. I checked the time again and saw that it was after four. Edward should
be out of the courthouse. I dialed his number and thankfully, it rang. “Hey,
Garrett,” he said wearily.
“Hi, Edward. How was court?”
“Gruesome,” Edward explained. “The prosecution called the
detectives who had Rose’s case and the doctors who examined her and performed
her surgeries. Seeing pictures of my sister all torn up…it was too much. For
everyone. The judge had to grant a recess since several jurors were sickened by
the pictures. Royce, the douchetard, looked smug and proud.”
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “When does court resume?”
“Tomorrow at one,” Edward sighed. “What’s up?”
“I’m at your place. Have you checked your phone?”
“I’ve got two voicemails from Bella. Why?” he asked.
“She sent me a text with one word… ‘help,’ and I found her
in the fetal position on the ground in your bedroom,” I said.
“Is she okay? Oh my God, I need to be with her,” Edward
rambled. “Please tell me she’s okay.”
“She’s fine. I gave her some Lorezapam and she crashed but
she was really freaked about a dream or something. I couldn’t get her calm
enough to tell me,” I said, looking at my best friend’s girl. Her face was
still red from crying with tear stains on her plump cheeks. Her brown hair was
a mess on the pillow and she looked so distressed, even in sleep. “Look, man, I
know that your sister is a mess right now, but so is your girl. I’ve asked Ali
to cover for her.”
“Let me get my sister home and then I’ll be over,” Edward
said, his voice tight with stress. “Thanks, Garrett.”
“No problem,” I said, running my hands through my hair. “See
you in a bit, man.” Edward grunted and hung up the phone. I sat next to Bella,
holding her hand. An hour later, Edward arrived and saw her on the bed, crying
in her sleep. He gaped at his girl and then nodded to me. I followed him in the
hallway. “She’s been like this since I gave her the meds. Did you listen to her
messages?”
“It was just her crying, begging me to come home,” Edward
replied, his green eyes filling with tears. “She didn’t say anything?”
“She mentioned a dream and that you had died by Charlie’s
hand?” I responded, arching a brow.
“Charlie’s her dad?”
“Yes. An asshole,” Edward spat. “He kicked her out of her
apartment on Christmas. Dumped all of her clothes into the dumpster and covered
them in trash and bleach. Then, he attacked her in the ambulance bay of the
hospital, bitching that she stopped paying his medical expenses after he kicked
her out. Charlie was arrested but was released on bond. Someone had to have
paid it since Charlie is broke. I don’t know.”
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