Chapter 6

My heart suddenly halted for some seconds as the blood in his vein became obvious, making the vein stand separately. I stared at the sight before me; I couldn't believe that it was my father, lying down in the pool of his own blood. I couldn't feel any movement in his chest, except a shallow breathing escaped through him, and the metallic scent of the blood filled the air. My entire body instantly got paralyzed for a moment; however, I forced my feet forward, and each of my steps was heavy as I moved. 

“Father!” I screamed, and immediately my knees dropped beside him. I could hear the ringing of my own heartbeat echoing deeply right in my ears. I was instantly caged in the ocean of fears. 

My father's eyes were weak as he tried to utter some words; however, he couldn't say a word; he couldn't even mumble a thing. His hands were shaken as he reached to hold mine; his face was pale under the dim light. I held his hands firmly, and I could feel the cold crawling through his skin.

“Stay with me, Dad!” I screamed with a trembling voice. My hands were imbalanced as I scrabbled around for my phone to look for help. 

Getting hold of my phone, the dial tone echoed in my ears, and each second that passed felt like an eternity. “Common! Pick this damn call!” I screamed, impatiently washing over me as I prayed silently for the call to be picked by someone. 

“Emergency! My father is dying! Come right away!” I screamed and stammered my address as soon as my call was picked from the other end of the phone. My voice was out of control. 

“Hurry up, please…..” I screamed as I ended the call. 

I faced back my father; now his breathing was shallow, and I could see nothing except pains boldly written on his face. My heart clenched, and I couldn't let him go like that. “Father, help is coming!“ I said as I clenched his hands against mine, hoping it would give him some sense to stay awake. 

Within a few seconds, I heard some footsteps behind me. My head rose; it was Yvonne and Mr. Donovan. I have forgotten that they had stayed over in their respective rooms after they hung out with us at night. They stood by the doorway as extreme shock ran over their faces. 

“What happened! How come!” Yvonne screamed; her hands moved to cover her mouth in shock as she gasped for breath.

I didn't have time to think. “Call the ambulance right away!” I screamed; my voice was hard and desperate. “He is losing too much blood.”  

Immediately I saw Mr. Donovan run away from our sight! I didn't know why he ran, as I heard his feet climb the stairs, and then in a few seconds, I could hear screams.

“You need to send the ambulance right away! Knight, Villa! You need to hurry about it, else you all will lose your job!” I heard him scream, and in a few seconds, he was back to where I was. Now Yvonne knewly beside me, with a strange calmness, her hands hovered around my father; however, she didn't touch him. 

“He will be fine!” She said it softly, with a low voice, barely audible. “The ambulance will soon be here!”

I wanted to believe her; I wanted to accept everything would be fine just like she had said; however, something gnawed at the back of my mind! Something wasn't right! Who could have done such to my father? 

I heard some footsteps right behind me again! It's Mr. Donovan; he was pacing up and down the room. I could see his unsettled mind boldly written on his face. His face was filled with concern. 

Some moments later, some ambulances arrived,  and paramedics rushed into the room. I moved back as my heart pounded with fear as I watched them lift my father onto the stretcher, his blood dripping over the marble floor. He was still barely conscious. His eyes finally shut down as they carried him out of the door, and helplessness washed over me. 

Moments later, the ambulance arrived, and paramedics rushed into the room. I stepped back, my heart pounding as they lifted my father onto the stretcher. He was still conscious, but just barely. His eyes fluttered shut as they carried him out the door, and I felt a wave of helplessness crash over me.

“You guys need to be fast about it! Nothing must happened to my father!” I screamed and followed them as they moved out of the door. Then I felt a hand gripping my arm; it was Yvonne; her grip was tight. 

“Trent,” she whispered with narrowed eyes. “You need to be very careful! This doesn't look like an accident!’ 

My stomach knotted, and I pulled my arm free from her and hurriedly walked to get into my car. I wasn't ready to hear anything from anyone anymore. Even though words echoed through my mind, however, I couldn't think about that now; my focus was fully on my father! 

As I rode in my car to the hospital, it was blurry as I moved behind the ambulance my father was in. I could barely notice the streetlights as my mind was racing. However, my mind hovered around my father. 

“What happened in the house? Who exactly wants to kill my father?” The questions kept coming; however, I couldn't fathom an answer to them. 

Right in the hospital, my mind was unsettled as I paced back and forth in the waiting room; I couldn't sit still, and every second felt like an hour. My phone kept ringing in my pocket; however, I ignored it. Nothing was important right now to me, not until my father was saved. 

I kept waiting; seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours, and eventually, I saw the doctor emerge, still wearing blood-stained gloves. My health instantly halted as he walked up to me. 

“Mr. Knight!” He called; his voice was gentle but serious. 

“How is my father?” I asked as I swallowed hard to brace myself up. The doctor inhaled deeply.

“He is stable, but the injuries were severe; we will need to monitor him closely for some days. He has lost so much blood, his recovery might take a while.” Though I was quite relieved that my father was alive, even though it was barely! I appreciated the doctor and walked away from him, trying to steady my breathing. 

As I stood right there in the waiting room, I glared at the sterile white walls of the hospital. I felt the pressure of everything crashing down on me. As I brood on who would have attempted to kill my father, my father was attacked, and I couldn't fathom why and how! However, I was going to make whoever did it pay early for it. 

As I stood there, staring at the sterile white walls of the hospital, I felt the weight of everything crashing down on me. My father had been attacked, and I had no idea why. But one thing was clear—I wasn’t going to let this go. Whoever did this would pay.

And then, just like a showdown crawling through my thoughts, Ynonne’s words echoed hard in my head again. 

“This doesn't look like an accident!” Of course it doesn't look; the person wanted to murder my father, but he failed. 

I squeezed my fists together and felt a hard knot on my jaw. 

“I will ensure I get whoever tried to kill my father! I will find out why!” I vowed, clenching my fist.