Make You Mine(Redemption 2) - Episode 27

 

Phillip:

My mouth feels parched. My head heavy. Even before my eyes open, my hands feel around for the woman who owns my heart. My hand touch warm skin and I clutch onto it.
"Baby." I murmur brokenly. I had this horrible dream that I lost her. No, she's here.
"He's awake! Oh Phillip." No. This isn't right . That voice. My eyes flies open to meet the ones I used to see in my dreams.
"Ju...." I can't get the name out.
"Oh baby! You scared the hell out of me and your son." She sobs. What? My head turns around and the little boy standing on the other side of my bed isn't Benedicta's son. I drop my eyes close then open them, hoping to come out of this long dream. Juliet's tear stained face still comes into view. I jerk out up on the bed.
"No, don't sit up. You're hurt." Her hands on my arm sending fire shooting up my brain and I slap her hands away. She looks hurt and the little boy looks scared. I push both their faces and try to breathe in and out. I close my eyes again.
"This isn't happening. I'm dreaming. This..."
"Phillip!" Benedicta's voice crashes through my murmuring and I feel hands come around me. Maybe I'm out of that horrid dream

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. I let my eyes open.
"You scared me! Gosh I'm so happy to see you're okay." Benedicta sniffs against my neck. I look behind her to see that yes, Juliet is still here and holding the little boy.
"What's going on? Where's Cheryl? Why am I here? Why does everything hurt? Am I dead? I think I'm seeing dead people Benny." I ask all at once, my eyes never leaving Juliet's.
"Calm down. You've been out for four days. The doctor should be here soon." Benedicta pulls away from me to level me with sad eyes. I don't like that look on her face.
"What's fucking going on!" I fire at her. My head bangs with the effort.
"You got shot." She says quietly. My eyes bulge out. No, that can't be. I was at my wedding. With Cheryl.
"Wait, where's she by the way? Is she hurt as well?" Benedicta's face falls at my question.
"Tell me!" Is she dead?
"She left. With her ex husband." She says more quietly.
"No." I laugh bitterly. That's just impossible.
"You were being taken in an ambulance when she sneaked out. I was so distracted by you and my son, I didn't see her leave. But she left a letter. The bitch!" Benedicta cuss at her friend. I start to shake my head vehemently. A letter is pushed into my hand with some pictures. It's unmistaken. Cheryl is sitting on the bastard's lap and smiling too widely. I clench my eyes close and blink them back open. The picture is staring up at me. The date on the picture is sure a few days ago. How long was I even gone?
"Are you okay? I don't want to upset anymore than this." Benedicta touches my arm softly. I can barely feel her touch.
"Where's the letter?" I ask her. She looks to the woman and boy I don't want to acknowledge in the room. I can't acknowledge them. I'll lose my mind further. I bring my eyes back to my sister who is clutching a paper in her hand.
"Give me that." I snatch the paper from her hands.

PHILLIP,

LET'S NOT WASTE PRECIOUS TIME ON POINTLESS THINGS. IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I'M SURE YOU'RE AWAKE. YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO BE SHOT BUT I COULDN'T TAKE YOU USING ME TO GET TO MY FATHER. I COULD NEVER FORGET THAT. I DIDN'T WANT TO GO ON WITH THE WEDDING SO I HAD TO USE EXTREME METHODS TO END IT. I HOPE YOU LIVE WITHOUT LIES FROM NOW ON PHILLIP. NO WOMAN WANTS TO BE LIED TO. I CAN'T REALLY SAY I REALLY LOVED YOU BUT KNOW THAT I ONCE CARED FOR YOU. BEFORE I KNEW EVERYTHING WAS A LIE.

I turn the paper to the back but find it empty. That's it? She shot me to end the wedding? That's nonsense! I can't believe this.
"What did she have to say?" Benedicta asks me.
"It's typed." I tell her instead.
"So?" She looks at me like she's confused.
"Cheryl wouldn't type me a letter. Someone could have typed this. Her ex husband! He's the one behind all this."
"Phillip, don't..."
"Take me to her!" I start to rip the drip from my hand. Blood ooze out and I press down on it.
"You're going hurt yourself more!" Benedicta tries to hold me down.
"Let me go!" I yell, I'm suddenly becoming hysterical. Pain shoots from my abdomen, dizzying me but I push on. I need to speak with Cheryl.
"Phillip!" Benedicta screams at me but I just rush past the other two people in the room without a word to them. I rush for the door, clutching my stomach.
"You're scaring your son!" My hand pause on the door at this. I'm beyond shaken. I turn around slowly to find Benedicta crying into her palms. I look to her side at the woman and child looking at me like I'm crazy.
"You're alive?" I think this is the first time it hits me. I'm seeing Juliet. The woman has been on my conscience for too long. How long has been? Eight years?
"We're here, Phil. I brought your son." Juliet says with a shaky voice. The tears staining her cheeks has me walking back to them. My hand goes up to touch her cheeks. It's cold. Before I know what she's doing, she pulls me in for a tight hug as she cries on my neck. I don't even know what I'm suppose to be feeling right now. Confused is more like it.
"Junior come and greet your father." Juliet is saying and I pull away from her. The little boy looks at me warily as do I.
"Go on. Hug him." Juliet goads the boy. The boy shakes his head and runs to hug Juliet's legs.
"Son? He's dead. Your supposed to be dead." I clutch my head and stagger back. What's going on? Something wet touches my foot and I look down like in a trance.

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. The bright red liquid dripping from my body makes my head spin. My hand goes to my stomach and I press on the spot stained with red. I look down at my bloody hands and go dizzy.
"Phillip!" I hear screaming but I can't decipher anymore because the floor is swept off my feet and I collapse to the ground.

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Cheryl:

I wake up feeling disoriented. Where am I? My mind catches on to my last memory and I bolt up.
"Phillip? Where's he? Where's Phillip?!" I don't find anyone in the room and my blood runs cold. The room is unfamiliar. I stagger to my feet and to the wooden door.
"Hey! Who's out there?! Get me out of here! Hey!" I bang on the door with my fist. It hurts so bad but not as much as my chest at the thought of what could be happening with Phillip right at this moment. I resume banging the door.
"Get me out! Hey! Please..." My screams turn to sobs. I slump against the door and slide to my ass.
"I need to be with him. He needs me." I cry. I don't know how long I cry before unconsciousness consumes me.