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Jamison
I bide my time and the next morning I dress in my new fancy clothes. Moments later, I’m driving over to the home where the wedding is going to happen. I think back to the night before and what happened. After getting a cab to drop me off at a rental car dealership, I drove over to the home of where Samuel is staying at.
Parking the truck on the curb a house down, I walked up to the home and climbed the fencing. Finding all the different rooms and getting the layout of the first floor, but I never entered the home. I saw all the caterers and shit waiting to be set up for today. The huge tent in the backyard was already up, waiting for today.
I walked around the perimeter of the outside of the home, feeling like a creeper looking into someone’s home. I stuck to the shadows and bushes around the house and garage so I wouldn’t be discovered. I never found Samuel, figuring the bedrooms were on the second or third floor of this mansion. Then I made my way back to the truck and drove myself back to the hotel to get a good night’s sleep.
Now that I’m dressed and ready for this shit show, I jump into the rental and make it in record time. The main gates are open and drive right through, surprised that I’m not stopped. I park in the makeshift lot and lock the truck as I walk up to the home’s front doors.
All around the house outside is bustling with people and things being set up in preparations. Suddenly, I hear a distant wail of a siren and it’s getting closer. The front doors of the house fly open and a few people spill out, crying.
The ambulance and a few police cars come flying up into the driveway a minute later, and I stay out of the way. I can hear crying and screaming from inside and I push my way in. Something isn’t right. I can see Samuel’s father, in tears but also, he looks angry. His cell phone is pressed to his ear and he’s explaining the situation to someone.
As soon as I hear Samuel’s name come from his lips, I have a rush of adrenaline. My beast is on high alert, he can smell the blood in the air. My beast pushes me first and my human brain catches up, my body running, following the blood smell.
When my nose stops and finds Samuel bleeding and strapped to a gurney, his eyes closed, face white as the sheet covering his body. My animal roars out in fear inside of my head, sadness and over protectiveness over someone hurting my mate.
But when he calms down enough, my human side notices that Samuel wasn’t attacked, but his wrists are bandaged up. His body looks wet, and his hair is wet. The bandages are bloody but seems to be stopping. I can hear his heart pumping, so maybe he’s unconscious, or sleeping.
“Samuel! Oh God Samuel, what happened?” My mouth sputters before my brain kicks in.
“Sir you have to move so we can get him to the hospital.” A medical tech says to me and tries to push me to the side.
I back up, against my beast’s better judgement, and let them pass to the waiting ambulance. I watch as they load him in the back and shut the doors. A minute later, the ambulance drives away with the love of my life in the back.
I make a run to my rental car, but a hand to my bicep stops me dead in my tracks. I turn to the hand holding me, and see Samuel’s father, and another man at my side. Both faces not happy to see me here.
“What the hell are you doing here? I told you not to come back to this property!” He shouts at me.
The other man asks, “Should I see him off the property, sir? This was to be our wedding day, and between Samuel’s issues, and now this man here to interrupt our day, it’s all turned into a shit show!”
“Shawn, this man isn’t supposed to be here at all. Call the main gate and escort him off.” Samuel’s father tells him.
Now I know the face to Shawn, and I remember him. I wasn’t sure at the time who this man was. This man is clean shaven, and hair cut short. Last time he was sporting a shaggy, short beard and scraggly hair.
Now I have him, sight and scent. I won’t be forgetting him, or Samuel’s father anytime soon. “I’ll see myself off your property, but I’ll tell you this...Samuel won’t be returning back here. He’s my mate and he’s coming home with me when he’s able to.” I turn away before either one has a comeback comment.
I run out to my rental, and drive to the nearest hospital. Hoping it’s the correct one.
