Breathing Ch. 05

Hi everyone! I know it's been forever but here is chapter 5. I hope you enjoy it. Please leave comments and let me know what I can do to improve this. Or just to tell me what you think. Thanks.

-TheOnlineStalker

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Headlights flashed in the distance as Sonya watched them become brighter with each passing second. The low rumble of an engine echoed amongst the thunder quickly becoming lost in the night. Finally an image appeared at the end of the block. Sonya smiled as she watched Sean on his bike. She thought he would have been with Cameron. Sonya had sent her best friend out an hour before the ceremony to make sure that he made it on time.

If she knew anything about Sean, she knew that he would be obsessing over getting everything just right. He never did understand that everything about him was already 'just right'.

A flash of lightning speared the sky accompanied by another crash of lightning. Sonya bounced lightly on her toes as she waited for the light to turn green. As her eyes focused on him she began to wonder where Cameron was. As a matter of fact she hadn't heard anything from her maid of honor. And also, why was Sean riding his bike in the pouring rain? He would never be so careless.

It was then that Sonya realized that something wasn't right. Her eyes focused on the metal contraption as the traffic light finally turned green. Her heart sped up as she realized she needed to do something. She needed to warm him to be careful. She needed him to go back. But more than anything she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs for him to stop.

But like all the other times she watched as his bike swerved before sliding on the rain soaked asphalt. Crimson streaks rushed down the oily ground, soaking in his life force as she stood there screaming into the night.

Each time she watched as his broken body simply disappeared into thin air.

"Sean!"

Sonya's body jerked as her eyes opened. The darkness greeted her like it always did. Only this wasn't the same darkness that she felt in her soul. This was much worse because she was still alive. And Sean was still dead. And to make matters worse she was trapped in a house with a man she didn't know but felt a small inkling of something for. Although she was not sure what that something was.

That thought alone brought her back to the dream.

She managed to suppress a small sob that wanted desperately to escape. It was the same dream every night.

Every night for the past year.

And no matter how many times she tried to warn him to turn around she couldn't save him. And what use was she if she couldn't even save the man that she loved?

Each time she woke up Sonya felt as if she had just lost him, and that was the hardest part about waking up.

It made the need to end her life that much greater than it was the previous night. Sonya let thoughts run rampant through her mind as she tried to calculate a way to escape. She knew it would be difficult with her new warden watching her every move, but she would figure something out. She was nothing if not determined. And if anything she was much more determined to make the ache in her heart stop.

A hiss managed to escape her mouth as pain rocketed up her arm causing her to grit her teeth. She had stashed her pain meds the previous night and now the pain was making itself known. The throbbing turning into a sharp pin prink of pain. Sonya closed her eyes as she reminded herself it would all be worth it in the end. She needed to feel the pain to remember why she had to do this.

She couldn't let herself forget for one moment what it felt like to live with a giant hole in her heart. No matter how many people were trying their best to patch it up.

Shaking the thoughts from her head she reset her thoughts. It didn't matter one way or another what everyone thought. She didn't plan on seeing another sunset let alone a sunrise.

With the use of all the air she could muster, Sonya moved her body forward slightly only to find that she couldn't move. Her eyes shifted around the room for the first time since she had woken up. She allowed her eyes to become accustomed to the dark before they drifted down to see a tan forearm thrown over her body.

The hand was placed softly against her stomach. And then without hesitation the hand began to move in a circle before stopping. A small gasp left her as she realized how intimate this must look.

Her first instinct was to throw his arm off of her and push him off the bed. She hadn't been in a position like this since Sean and she damn well didn't want to be in it with this guy. Sonya could feel the hard planes of his chest pressed up against her back. The slow movement of his body as his breath tickled the back of her neck. And then she remembered how she had woken up screaming in the middle of the night.

Trenton had rushed to her aid; to quiet her screams that CeCe normally kept at bay. In the dark she hadn't noticed that it was him who rocked her silently. She hadn't known bursa escort that he was real and for a split second she imagined that it was Sean holding her close to him. And that thought alone had helped her fall back asleep.

Now with her mind free of her nightmare, Sonya just wanted to push him away from her. She wanted to yell at him for comforting her. To fling his offending limb from her body and ask him where the hell he got the nerve to touch her without permission. But just as her hand lifted to execute this plan, Sonya paused.

A new plan immediately immerged as she realized this could be the opportunity she was thinking about earlier. If she could just find the key he used to lock her in, she could leave and find a nice place to be alone. At least then he wouldn't be able to find her. She would figure out the details after she was free of him.

With her good hand, Sonya slowly lifted Trenton's hand stopping at the sound of his breath catching. When he didn't leap up or ask her what she was doing Sonya placed it behind. Her body wiggled slightly as she moved to the edge of the bed. Braving a glance behind her, she sat up slowly placing one foot on the floor followed by the other.

Once both feet touched the ground Sonya managed to stand to her full height without falling back onto the bed. A small cry of victory could be heard floating around her head as she realized she was that much closer to getting what she wanted.

Her eyes once again moved around the room, landing on the drawer that Trenton had placed her pain medication. He had tried his best to hide them from her, but she had caught him locking the drawer the night before. Trying her best to be as quiet as possible Sonya moved towards the desk. She wasn't sure where the keys were but she was sure she could figure something out.

Pain coursed through her arm as she lifted it to move papers around. The soft shuffle of paper whispered through the room as she continued her search. He was a real ass to lock her in with him she thought. The next thought that emerged almost made her pause. What if she couldn't find the keys?

She would just figure something out, Sonya mused again while making another attempt to find the missing keys.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Whipping her head around Sonya saw the most vibrant set of cerulean eyes staring at her.

And they looked pissed.

"Shit."

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Trent noticed the moment Sonya's breathing changed. Throughout the night she had tossed and turned and even woken up screaming which caused him to get into bed with her to comfort her. The next time she whimpered in her sleep he glanced down at her only to see her brow furrowed. And then she wouldn't make another sound. After that she had slept peacefully. He had even woken up a few times just to check on her, but to the best of his knowledge, she appeared to be okay.

That was until the word 'stop' slipped from her mouth. Seconds later her body jerked and then relaxed. The sound of her breathing was faster than it had been seconds ago and her body language had instantly changed.

She was awake.

Trent looked down at the site they made. His arm thrown protectively over her middle as he watched over her.

When she didn't threaten to remove his arm, he figured that she must not have noticed it yet. Seconds later he heard a soft gasp, followed by a soft touch to his arm. The contact was quick but still caused him to move his hand across her stomach. They continued to stay cuddled together which caused Trent to close his eyes again. He didn't know why but this was the most peace he had felt in years.

And although he felt it should scare him, all he felt was calm. Little did he know that it was the calm before a very bad storm.

A few more seconds passed and Sonya still hadn't yelled at him. It was then that she slowly removed his arm from her stomach. The weight of the bed shifted and then became still.

Trent's eyes opened as he watched her survey the room. She was trying to figure out a way to sneak away. The barely audible sound of a sigh slipped from her and echoed in his ears. There was no way she could sneak away, but he also didn't want her to think of ways to try.

Trent lifted his head as he waited for her to go to the door. He had locked it but with everything that happened the night before perhaps she wasn't aware of that. Well, she was in for a rude awakening. However, instead of going for the door she moved towards his desk.

Her hands lifted slowly and landed on the stack of paperwork he had been sorting through the day before. The sound of shuffling could barely be heard. And if he had been asleep he wouldn't have even noticed she was rifling through his things. His eyes moved over her body as Sonya leaned down trying to find the key.

It was when Sonya's hand moved dangerously close to his hiding spot that Trent let it be known that he was awake.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The way her head swung around would have made him laugh if he wasn't becoming increasingly angry with her.

"Shit."

Even though he had caught her red handed, she still whispered as if he were sleeping.

"Um..."

"I'm waiting Sonya."

Her eyes darted around the room landing on everything but Trent. He could only guess what excuse she was going to use.

"Bathroom," she lied.

"Bathroom?" he threw back at her. He knew damn well she wasn't looking for the bathroom since it was in the opposite direction.

"Yes," she hissed, moving her hands in an upward motion.

At the sound of her pain Trent's face relaxed a little, before hardening again. "Are you okay?"

"Fuck. You."

Rising from the bed Trent walked over to her until he was inches away from her face. "I guess that's a yes."

Then slipping past her he grabbed the key hidden in a small lockbox on his desk and unlocked the bedroom door. "You might want to go to the bathroom," he threw back at her. The confused expression on his face made him smirk a little. "Since that was where you were going, right?" And with that Trent closed the door behind him. But not before he heard her whisper the word 'shit'.

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The door slammed behind Trent rattling a few pictures on the wall. He wasn't stupid. He knew damn well she was trying to get away from him. It didn't matter that he had locked the door and she wouldn't have gotten out, it was the fact that after the previous night she had taken five steps backwards.

His heart pounded to a beat all its own as he ran his calloused fingers through his hair. The look in her eyes when she'd been caught made him angry and sad. She still wanted to die. There was no sugar coating it. That woman in his room needed more than he could give her. Maybe it was a mistake bringing her to his home.

Especially if he slightly reminded her of a dead man she had been grieving an entire year for. A man she was to marry. A man she wanted to die to be with.

The last thought was a punch to the stomach. Trent turned to look at the door. Its solid structure mocked him. How could something inanimate make him feel so weak? No, he wasn't going to let this go. He was going to go back in there and talk to her. He needed to call her mother as well. This had been a huge mistake.

I'll call her after we talk.

The door knob twisted with a slight squeak as he pushed the door open. The sound of the shower eased his tension. At least she couldn't harm herself in his room.

"Sonya," Trenton called to her as he walked towards the door.

Of course there was no answer. She was pissed at him. She had shown him that since day one.

"Sonya! When you get out you need to take your pain meds and then we need to talk," he yelled louder.

There was still no answer. With a sigh he moved away from the door. Day two had only just begun and they were off to a horrible start.

Trent's feet padded soundlessly across the floor to the locked drawer where he'd stored the Oxycodone. Slipping his hand into his pajama pockets Trent pulled out nothing but air. Moving over to the other pocket he came back with the same result. The key wasn't in his pants. His eyes moved around to find it laying on the floor.

"That's weird."

Leaning down, he quickly picked up the key and slid it into his desk drawer. But when he tried to turn it there was no click. Trent frowned and twisted the key back again only to hear it lock. A feeling of dread crept up his spine as he twisted the key to the right again getting the click he was missing the first time. As his hands slowly slid the drawer open all the oxygen left his lungs. The bottle of pain medication was missing.

"Fuck!"

Racing to the door he tried to twist the knob only to find that the door was locked. Backing away he slammed his shoulder into it with as much force as he could. A groan vibrated in the room as the framing splintered slightly.

"Sonya," he yelled, backing away far enough to charge the door harder. Again the door splintered and cracked. Moving further away from the door, Trent let out a loud roar and rushed the door for the third time. The hinges gave way causing his body to fall onto the chilled tile floor.

As Trent's eyes moved up he nearly had a heart attack as he looked at what appeared to be a lifeless Sonya. Her hair hid most of her face as it leaned against the glass door. The pill bottle lay next to her body with the remnants of what she did not take.

"No. no. no. no," he scrambled towards her, pulling her out of the glass shower.

Trent lowered his head to her face. She was still breathing; barely. Moving her to her side he said a silent prayer and then slid two fingers into her mouth.

The sound of regurgitation would normally make him vomit himself but today he welcomed the sound. Seconds later the contents of Sonya's stomach covered the tile floor. Not wasting anytime Trent picked her up and ran to the door not even stopping to put on shoes.

His foot slipped on an area rug before görükle escort bayan he balanced himself and continued moving forward. He could feel water dripping as he moved faster towards the living room door. The lower half of her body was soaked from where she had allowed the water to fall.

The path to the car was longer than he remembered. The crunch of gravel echoing in his ear as he finally made it to his car. The door chirped as he punched in the code on the side of his door. He always kept a spare set of keys in his glove box which his best friend had always chastised him about.

Now he was grateful he had never listened.

Once inside the car Trent typed in the programmed hospital number and waited for someone to pick up. The car peeled out of his driveway as he said a silent prayer. She had to be okay.

"Memorial General?"

"Hello! Hello! I need someone at the ER bay in five minutes!"

"Sir? Sir, please slow down."

"She's OD'ing. I can't?please?we're on our way right now."

"Okay sir. I need you to calm down. Who is OD'ing?"

"Sonya Philips."

"And where are you right now?"

"I'm driving. We're on our way to the hospital right now."

"Do you know if she's breathing sir?"

"She's unconscious."

"And you said she OD'd?"

Why was she repeating what he had already told her?

"Yes! She took pills. I?shit," he yelled as he swerved to miss another car. The sound of a horn honking faded as his foot hit the gas pedal harder.

"What exactly did she take?"

"Does it fucking matter!"

"Yes sir, it does. Sir, I need you to calm down. I've already alerted the ER."

"We're here! Send someone out! We're here!"

Trent's body went into overdrive as he put the car and park. The door flung open just as he rounded the passenger side. A team of what appeared to be doctors stormed the vehicle softly moving him to the side. His body knew that he should stay out of the way, but his mind wanted to make sure she was taken care of. To make sure she didn't die.

"Sir, we need to get some information from you about your wife."

"She's not my wife. I need to call her mother. Shit. I?is she going to be okay?"

"We won't know that until we exam her."

"Can I see her?"

"Sir, you said you aren't her husband. Are you a brother or a relative?

Trent shook his head trying his best to keep his cool. The man in front of him wasn't answering the question. He needed to know if he could see her. He needed to know that she would be okay.

"Can I see her?" he repeated this time with a bite of anger lacing his voice.

"I'm sorry sir, but if you're not a relative we can't allow that," the young doctor explained as Trent watched an unconscious Sonya be wheeled into the hospital.

"Sir, we do need to get in touch with her family. If you could contact them that would be a great help to us."

Trent's eyes moved back to the young man in front of him. His brown eyes held a sense of urgency in them. They told him that this needed to happen right now. With the nod of his head Trent looked back towards the bay doors feeling his resolve slowly slip.

"She was just released yesterday after a suicide attempt. I have a POA, but I agree with you. I really need to call her mother."

And with that Trent walked past the doctor and towards the nurse's station.

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Strong hands caressed her arm, moving slowly up only to stop at her shoulder. It worked. She was with her Sean at last. A smile transformed her face as she looked up at him. Her eyes still felt heavy but she didn't care. She was finally where she belonged.

Sonya tried to lift her arms to touch him back but found that she couldn't. Her eyes met his with a look of confusion. That was when she realized that emerald eyes did not meet hers; sapphire ones did. Dred filled her as she thought about the implications.

She didn't want to think about what was happening. This couldn't be happening. She wasn't alive. She couldn't be. Not after all of the shit that had happened that day. Not after she had been so close again.

Her eyes drifted down to the padded cuffs that wrapped around her wrist, embracing her with all of their strength. A surge of pain struck her in the chest as she remembered what had happened and where she was.

The machine attached to her arm beeped furiously at her, begging her to take deeper breaths, but she couldn't listen to it. Wouldn't listen to it. Not when it was begging her to live. Sonya's eyes moved back to Trenton and for the first time she noticed that he wasn't looking at her. Instead his eyes were on the scar that were starting to form on her wrist.

Part of it peeked out from under her bonds, taunting him. Letting him know that he had failed.

"The bandage came off," he whispered so softly that she almost couldn't hear him. "The nurse should be coming in any second to change it."

Sonya's mouth opened to respond, but that surge of energy to her heart struck again and all that escaped was a sob. She shouldn't be feeling this hurt by his expression, but the defeat on his face was enough to break her heart. If only a little.