Cold State Line

The gun went off, but Matt was protecting me. I looked up in time to see Clay get tackled my two security guards and Matt look at me with a strange look in his eyes. His normally bright hazel eyes were starting to dull.

"Haylee, I don't feel good," Matt said as his face started to pale.

"Matt?" I tried to catch him as he started to sway. What was going on? That's when I saw a red dot start to spread on his white shirt. My eyes widened as a cry ripped through my throat. "Matt!"

I tried to reach forward and grab him as he stumbled and dropped to one knee. His hand grabbed the table as his other went to his ribs. When his hand came away red, he just stared at me. His eyes were crying for help, but I had no idea what to do. I just rushed over to him and put my hands where the blood was. There was so much of it now as more gushed out.

"Haylee, what's happening?" His voice was rough. "My body hurts."

"It's okay, Matt," I said, pressing my hands to his ribs. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be just fine."

Matt collapsed again, his weight crushing into me. "Haylee, something's wrong."

"Matt..." Tears entered my eyes. It should have been me. Why would Matt try to protect me? Clay was going after me. It should have been me! The tears rushed down my face as a few other presences surrounded me.

"Fuck! Matt!" Zacky kneeled down next to me and helped get his weight off me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do we do?"

I met his green eyes. "We need an ambulance."

"What the fuck happened?" Johnny asked as he pulled out a cell phone. "What happened, Haylee?"

"Clay shot him." My voice was hoarse as the tears poured down my face. "He should have shot me. Why did Matt protect me?"

"Cause he loves you." Zacky helped try to stop the blood by adding his hands to where mine still were. "He doesn't want to see you hurt anymore."

I sniffled and then turned to look where Clay was. It was then that I noticed Syn and Jimmy were being forcibly held back my bodyguards and bailiffs as they tried to get close to the snot nosed bastard that was Clay.

Clay was in handcuffs being escorted away by two police officers, but he kept looking over at me with a crazed look in his eyes. "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOU, YOU BITCH! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, BUT I'M GONNA MAKE SURE HE'S DEAD FIRST!"

Before I even realized what I was doing, my feet were heading in his direction. I was already past the bailiffs and Syn and Jimmy. The police officers had no idea what to do as I charged at Clay. I had never been this angry. All I could see was red.

One police officer grabbed me right as I made it to Clay. I hit him the face, breaking his nose. The sound was satisfying. The officer picked me up and took me back to my side of the room. "Haylee, don't escalate this. He's trying to bait you."

I nodded and glared at the cocksucker. I was going to find a way to make him pay. I was going to find a way to make him suffer as he had made me suffer. If Matt didn't pull through this, Clay was going to die by my hand. I would find a fucking way.

"Zack, is Matt awake?" I somehow managed to find my voice.

"He's coming in and out. An EMT is almost here," Johnny said and pulled me over to him. "Just stay with me, Haylee. They're going to need to help him. You gotta stay over here."

I watched as several EMTs surrounded Matt and started performing triage on the man I loved. That's right, I loved him. Fuck, I wish I had said it before all of this shit had happened. I wished I wasn't so fucked up and that I had never met Clay. If my life was normal, Matt could be mine, he could be okay.

"Shit, grab the paddles!" An EMT reached into their bag and ripped Matt's chest open. I watched in horror as they attached electrodes to his chest and warmed up the paddles. Jesus, was he dying?

"MATT!"

Notes

Short and drama filled!