No Help Coming

Valerie’s POV

The last fucking thing I expected was for Russ to be lying on the stairs…bleeding. Just what have I done?

“Russ I...I swear I didn’t mean it…it was an accident, I wasn’t thinking straight…God, what am I going to do?”

His eyes moved.

Barely.

“Call…” His voice scraped out, broken and wet. “9… 911.”

I stumbled toward his phone on the floor, grabbed it with shaking hands, and dialed.