Flash Fiction Friday

Happy Friday! I hope your week has been better than mine. My family caught a stomach bug and it’s been wiping us out, but hey, I’m starting to feel better and just in time to write some flash fiction. Yay! Enjoy:)

Writing prompt ~ Cats are the cutest thing in the whole entire world.

Gage cradled her warm hand in his, praying, hoping, and begging with everything inside him that Chelsea would wake up soon. Smile that big beautiful smile only she knew how to perfect and get him to do just about anything. Her soulful eyes to blink in happiness that he hadn’t left her side since they wheeled her out of surgery and into recovery.

One inch.

Just one inch to the left and she would’ve died. At least, that’s what the doctors claimed. They also said she was lucky the bullet didn’t hit her spine and paralyze her.

All he cared about was she made it out alive. She survived everything. Breathing and whole and right by his side.

Get down.

Those were the words she whispered right before she passed out.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she meant.

The damn bullet that nearly took her life had been meant for him. Someone tried to kill him and hit her instead.

Now, what he really wanted to know was how did she know this? What was she keeping from him? Could this be why she left him?

Or maybe he was grasping for straws when the answer was simple. He sucked at being a boyfriend.

“How is she?”

Gage barely glanced at Taylor as he breezed into the room and took a spot near the foot of the bed. He thought maybe he should be hyper-vigilant about who might walk through the door, but he hired the best security firm there was to stand guard outside the door. Until he could figure out who tried to kill him, or even worse, Chelsea, if the bullet was actually meant for her, they both would be surrounded by armed guards.

He refused to lose the woman he loved. In any way.

“Did you hear me?”

Focusing his attention on Taylor, he offered a pathetic smile. “Sorry. My mind is everywhere. I’m just…worried.” Caressing her hand with the tips of fingers, he then raised it slowly for a kiss.

“Is something wrong?”

Sharp, fierce eyes pinned Taylor hard. “Of course something’s wrong. Chelsea was shot and nearly died. Someone tried to kill her.”

“Or you.” Taylor shook his head as Gage turned his gaze away, unwilling to think about the implications if the bullet had been meant for him. “That’s not what I meant. I meant, is something wrong with her now?”

“No. But she hasn’t woken up yet. The doctors say it’s nothing to worry about. That rest is the best thing for her right now. She’ll probably be in immense pain when she wakes up. She will wake up.”

The bullet didn’t kill her. Paralyze her. It just made her lose copious amounts of blood, her bleeding steadily in his arms as he waited for paramedics to arrive, which felt like it had taken forever. Ages. Her breathing had become shallow and weak. Her skin as pale as snow.

He almost lost her. She almost died in his arms.

“Hey, so, cats are the cutest thing in the whole entire world. I think you should get her a cat to apologize.”

“What?” Jerking his gaze away from her, he pinned Taylor with confusion, and just a little bit of anger. Why was he talking about cats?

“I need you to stay with me here. Follow the conversation.”

“So now we’re talking about cats.”

Taylor grinned. “Well, no, that was to see if you were paying attention, and congratulations, I guess you were if you heard me. Although, she probably might forgive you for being a dick if you bought her cat. Just saying.”

“You’re an idiot.” But he wouldn’t say the idea didn’t linger. She did love animals.

“We need to talk about this.”

“About what?” He made a shooing motion with his free hand. “You need to go. That’s what I need right now.”

“You have armed guards outside. Not one, but two. Why?”

He remained silent. Taylor was his best friend. His confidante. His brother, so to speak. Yet, he didn’t want to have this conversation. Not now. Maybe never.

“Ignoring the problem doesn’t make it go away.” Taylor sighed. “You noticed Chelsea getting restless, irritated by how much you were working. Instead of talking about it, you ignored it. You started working even more. You’re the idiot. You’re the one who drove her away. Quit ignoring shit.”

Gage slowly moved his gaze away from the woman he loved with every breath in his body, to his best friend that he would lay his life down for. These were the only two people he trusted in the entire world.

“She told me to get down after she was shot. Get down. Two words, Taylor.” His breath hitched as the allegation he confirmed in his mind slithered down his spine. “She lied to me. She knew someone wanted to kill me.”

He trusted her.

But did he still?


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