Prisoning Truth
Our Protector. (56th Chapter)
…An Hour Later…
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Louis’s POV:
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Our saviour, our sister, our dearest friend, and our protector, is in deep sleep. Her petite body was similar to a dry flower, sucked out of life and the beauty of her innocence. The little enlightening result was the arresting of Santers.
What I was able to understand from Harry, is that Santers confessed everything without a blink. He wasn’t the scary man that we all feared; no. He was shattered internally, and the only thing that he kept repeating was:“I shot my daughter… I shot her.” The paramedics hurried Giselle to the hospital, since her bleeding wasn’t able to stop. She went through surgery, the moment she arrived.
The second I got the call from my devastated mate, I rushed over to the hospital; along with the lads. Harry’s mother and sister, even our own families, begged us to come, but it was no use since Giselle didn’t open her eyes to anyone till now. All what the doctor said was:“Pray for her, she needs it the most. I did what I could, and the rest is in the hands of god. The bullet was removed from her hip, and the wound has been stitched instantly. She’s unconscious from the massive bleeding and due to her traumatic state from the scene.”
Harry went ballistic over the doctor, he wanted to reach out and hit him with his mighty force; yet the guys and I restrained him. I couldn’t blame him, because I know that there is so much pressure on his mind; that didn't allow him to think rationally anymore.
His volcanic anger drove him to hysteric violence; he kicked and thrashed every single angle of the waiting room. The security struggled to push him outside, so I had to go with him. Once we were sat outside to cool Harry off, he instantly froze his fury, and began weeping like I never seen him before. Harry’s crying made me realize how insecure he is deep down.
But hey, who isn’t in such case? I, myself, cried with him; Giselle means a lot to me. When she first came into the villa, she was the only resemblance of any of my sisters; even my mother. She meant a lot to the lads, and me. I, personally, was always trying to protect her from Harry’s mood swings. But she didn’t need our protection; she was the only cure for his anger and his haunting past.
Giselle took care of us like we were her own brothers, she cooked for us, she gave each one of us the importance that satisfied us personally. She never differentiated between any of us, even though her heart was for Harry.
“(I wipe my tears away, squeezing his shoulder in a comforting gesture) Come on, Harold. Please stop crying mate, she needs your prayers not your tears. (He whimpers, as I sigh with sadness) She loves you, and she took a bullet for you. (He sobs louder, as I try to think of something calming) You’ll see, mate. She’ll wake up soon, and she’ll feel better than ever. Elle is a strong girl, right?”
Harry bobs his head in agony, as I rub his shoulders to ease his tears. I know how hard this time is for Harry, but even so; I don’t think I could understand him as much as he does right now. Actually, none of the lads are able to get him, the way she does. Oh Giselle, we still need you love. Please dear god, its still early for her to go towards your doors of heavens… we need her.
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Louis’s POV:
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Our saviour, our sister, our dearest friend, and our protector, is in deep sleep. Her petite body was similar to a dry flower, sucked out of life and the beauty of her innocence. The little enlightening result was the arresting of Santers.
What I was able to understand from Harry, is that Santers confessed everything without a blink. He wasn’t the scary man that we all feared; no. He was shattered internally, and the only thing that he kept repeating was:“I shot my daughter… I shot her.” The paramedics hurried Giselle to the hospital, since her bleeding wasn’t able to stop. She went through surgery, the moment she arrived.
The second I got the call from my devastated mate, I rushed over to the hospital; along with the lads. Harry’s mother and sister, even our own families, begged us to come, but it was no use since Giselle didn’t open her eyes to anyone till now. All what the doctor said was:“Pray for her, she needs it the most. I did what I could, and the rest is in the hands of god. The bullet was removed from her hip, and the wound has been stitched instantly. She’s unconscious from the massive bleeding and due to her traumatic state from the scene.”
Harry went ballistic over the doctor, he wanted to reach out and hit him with his mighty force; yet the guys and I restrained him. I couldn’t blame him, because I know that there is so much pressure on his mind; that didn't allow him to think rationally anymore.
His volcanic anger drove him to hysteric violence; he kicked and thrashed every single angle of the waiting room. The security struggled to push him outside, so I had to go with him. Once we were sat outside to cool Harry off, he instantly froze his fury, and began weeping like I never seen him before. Harry’s crying made me realize how insecure he is deep down.
But hey, who isn’t in such case? I, myself, cried with him; Giselle means a lot to me. When she first came into the villa, she was the only resemblance of any of my sisters; even my mother. She meant a lot to the lads, and me. I, personally, was always trying to protect her from Harry’s mood swings. But she didn’t need our protection; she was the only cure for his anger and his haunting past.
Giselle took care of us like we were her own brothers, she cooked for us, she gave each one of us the importance that satisfied us personally. She never differentiated between any of us, even though her heart was for Harry.
“(I wipe my tears away, squeezing his shoulder in a comforting gesture) Come on, Harold. Please stop crying mate, she needs your prayers not your tears. (He whimpers, as I sigh with sadness) She loves you, and she took a bullet for you. (He sobs louder, as I try to think of something calming) You’ll see, mate. She’ll wake up soon, and she’ll feel better than ever. Elle is a strong girl, right?”
Harry bobs his head in agony, as I rub his shoulders to ease his tears. I know how hard this time is for Harry, but even so; I don’t think I could understand him as much as he does right now. Actually, none of the lads are able to get him, the way she does. Oh Giselle, we still need you love. Please dear god, its still early for her to go towards your doors of heavens… we need her.
Notes
Attention: Forgive me for not being able to update three chapters today, my jewels. The reason why, is that I am actually in a hurry because I'm going to visit my grandpa's grave <3 I really wish I had more time to write the third chapter, because I already had it planned, but its highly important to go visit and pray for my grandpa <3 I hope you all forgive me and excuse me for just today <3 xoxo..........................................................................................................................................................
Notes: Well, let me explain a little bit about some of the vague details. If you're wondering: "Why didn't Santers mention anything about his survival from the fire" I know I promised you that he will, but then I figured that it wasn't that important, as much as today's events were, right? But if you're still wondering how did he manage to survive: He crawled out of the dungeon and limped his escape before the entire mansion exploded (Y) Now, for what happened with Giselle: When Santers told her to say good bye to Harry, she instantly scrammed away from his arms and stood in front of him, but at that exact time Santers had already shot the bullet which his her right in the hip. As for Harry, if you're wondering: "How did the police show up, and arrested Santers" Harry knew that there was something wrong, and because he knows that nothing could scare or make Giselle cry as much as Santers; he doubted its him. For that reason he called the police and rushed downstairs to save her <3
Questions for tomorrow: What is Harry saying? Flinching? I got you something? :O
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