20 Asher

I slide my hand to the restraints and ease her wrists from them with no protest from her. She’s out like a light. I have a feeling the freshest bruise on her head is what’s causing this. My heart pounds in my chest. She’s fully dressed, and I can’t tell if she’s been touched elsewhere. But my heart hurts at the sight of her. She moans as I lift her into my arms and start carrying her up the stairs.

“Asher.” she moans, I glance down at her face, but her eyes are still closed. I grimace a smile and shake my head as I exit the house with her in my arms. I look around at the police cars and see an ambulance.

“You couldn’t wait?” a familiar voice says from beside me and I find Smith, my buddy from the police force beside me.

“Not when it comes to her.” I say as I walk toward the ambulance.

He shakes his head then claps me on the back, “Thank you for not killing the fucker, I wouldn’t want to put you in jail when you saved her life.”

I nod I can feel her start to wake up more. She opens her