for, lover (Completed; editing)

Chapter 31

"Miles! Stop!"

Trent pulls me off of Reed and throws me to the floor. I breathe heavily and stare at him. He kneels down next to Reed, lifting his head up slightly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yells at me.

Reed's eyes were already starting to swell. He stares at me, blood gushing from his nose. I don't really know what came over me or why I did it, but it felt good. I hate that it felt that good.

I scramble to my feet and rub the blood off of my knuckles as best as I can. 

"Tell me the truth. Right now." I demand.

Trent closes his eyes tightly and lets out a heavy sigh. He looks back at Reed holding his bloody nose in both of his hands. I kick over the coffee table and watch it shatter, leaving glass everywhere.

"TELL ME!" I scream even louder.

"What do you want me to say man? It was an accident." Reed mumbles and pulls away from Trent's grip.

I clench my fists and stare down at him.

"An accident that you couldn't have taken responsibility for? Is that it? You take someone's life and you can't even fucking own up to it? You're a piece of shit, Reed. You'll rot in Hell for this."

"I wasn't the one driving." he states.

My eyes fall to Trent, who is now exclusively avoiding any contact. He closes his eyes tightly, breathing heavily through his nose.

"Trent? Is that true?"

He points his chin up to me and looks me dead in the eyes.

"It was an accident." he whispers.

My mouth drops and I feel my chest start to burn. I've never felt this enraged. I've never been betrayed like this by anyone. My best friends, continuously lying to me after I came here to help protect them. I gained their trust, loyalty, and fought to keep them hidden as best as I could just for them to be the reason my life had completely fallen apart.

I drag my hands down my face and take a few steps back away from them. If I don't get away now, I might do even worse damage. That's not me.

I pull my car keys from my pocket and run out the door. Neither of them call after me or even attempt to chase me and make this right. They both know there's no fixing this.

When I'm back in the car, I get out of the driveway as fast as I can and floor it far away knowing damn well I will never step foot back in that place. I didn't have a lot of belongings there to begin with, so I'll just have to do without them.

Bree
My nurse walks in shortly after I wake up the next morning. She checks all of my vitals and asks me the usual questions of "how are you feeling?" and "is there anything I can get for you?"

All I needed in that moment was food. I scarfed down a whole grain waffle and a couple of scrambled eggs. Mom laughed and let me know she was glad to see me already starting to get back to normal. They explained the recovery time shouldn't be too long and told me that today would be a good time to get out of bed and start walking. The faster I do that, the quicker I can get home. 

"Was the food good? It smelled good." Maddy says as the nurse takes away my tray.

I shrug and pull the covers back over my legs. I was starting to get cold.

"It tasted like hospital food. I would much rather be at home." 

"That will be soon enough, sweetheart." Mom assures me and places a kiss on my forehead.

She sighs when her phone starts ringing and steps out of the room to answer it. I bite my lip and look at Maddy.

"You don't think she told my dad, do you?" I ask her. 

"It's a possibility. You got shot, Bree. She wouldn't want that to be kept from her. It's only fair." 

"Yeah, but she hates the man." 

"It doesn't matter. He's your father. That's probably who was calling her. Did you see her face?" She says and chuckles.

 I reach over and check my phone for the thousandth time this morning. I still haven't even seen Miles since all of this happened. He hasn't called me or even showed back up to my room. 

"When did you say Miles was coming back?" 

Maddy shrugs and gets up from her chair. 

"I'm not sure but if you keep checking your phone every three minutes, you're going to be continuously disappointed."

"Well I would really like to talk to him." I mutter. 

"I know. He said he'll be back later. I haven't talked to him since last night and he seemed pretty urgent to head out and take care of something."

"Something like what? Should I be worried?" 

She shakes her head, pressing her lips firmly together. 

"No, I wouldn't be. I think he's going through a lot too. It was pretty traumatic watching you almost die." 

I laugh under my breath and stare up at the room ceiling I've been forced to look at for only a day or so, but it feels like much longer. I would love to get out of this bed already. 

"Can you help me stand up?" 

I start to push the covers back off of my legs and slowly scoot myself to the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure you're ready for that? I can get a nurse so you don't hurt yourself." 

"I'm just standing. It will be fine." I assure her, planting my feet firmly on the floor. 

Maddy grabs both of my hands when I put my arms out. I carefully position my feet far enough apart to keep steady and push down on her hands to push myself up. My arms are shaking a little but my legs feel fine as soon as I'm planted. I keep my torso bent slightly to ease the building pressure. 

"You okay?" Maddy asks.

I let out a deep breath and nod my head a little, keeping my focus on trying to straighten out my back. 

"Yeah, it's not that bad." 

It definitely doesn't feel good either. I'm mainly frozen in place out of fear I'll end up tearing the stitches or something. I probably should have waited until the nurse came in or at least until my mother was done with her phone call. 

Maddy helps me back down on the edge but I sit still for a minute like that just to be in a different position for the time being. I would give anything to be able to take a shower. It hasn't been that long since the last time I took one, I just feel like I smell like a hospital patient and my insecurity does not need to be at an all time high by the time Miles gets here. I don't know why I'm so worried about what he thinks anyway. I have nothing to prove to him but it wouldn't hurt to make him feel guilty for leaving me the way that he did.