I was sitting in my room, on my phone at 1am when I get a call from Jocelyn.
Jocelyn: MAX IS IN THE HOSPITAL!"
Me: "You're lying!"
Jocelyn: "NO! He attempted suicide... He left a note and everything... But he's still alive. But you have to come!"
Me: "I'll try tomorrow..."
Jocelyn: "okay, but check now."
The line went dead and I immediately got my laptop and went to get plane tickets.
Luckily there was a plane that was leaving at 7am to California.
I got the ticket and started packing. Once I was done it was about 3am.
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"Bye!" I waved to my dad and boarded the plane.
Once I arrived in California, Jocelyn and Ian were there to pick me up.
"Hey!" They said hugging me holding me tightly.
"Hi. Let's hurry and go to see Max." I said sadly and we got into the car.
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"Max..." I cried holding onto his bruised hands.
He was in a coma, he looked so... bad.
There was no words to describe how poor and damaged he looks.
His eye was swollen, he had a bruised lip, he had a gash on his forehead.
He looked so horrible.
"How'd he get like this..." I asked.
"He was purposely in a car accident..."
I turned around and there stood Daniel and Christina.
"Max... I love you. So so so much. I don't want to lose you, I love you so fucking much. I don't know what I'd do without you, and this little baby growing inside me... Can't grow up with out a father. I love you Max, I don't care if we're step brother and sister. I love you, I will always love you." I said in tears.
"Youre pregnant?" Christina said.
"Yes, I'm pregnant. With the person I love the most." I smiled looking down at max.
"Youre only sevente-" I cut her off.
"I don't care, I love him." I said as I looked at them sideways.
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