Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Esme
Running up the stairs, I take a deep breath when I reach the top, then head to the bedroom I sleep in when I stay over Dee's. My vision is blurred from all the tears I'm trying to keep in, but it's no use.
'Protection' echoes in my mind like a broken record. I can't even get into Silas. He lied to me.
How many people have they all hurt or killed?Why would Genesis get herself involved in such terrible things? Why would she hide this from me for this long? Why is everyone lying to me?
The air around me is becoming harder and harder to breathe. I inhale deeply, but it feels as if no air has entered my lungs.
Why can't I breathe?
Pushing open the door of the bedroom, I make it a few feet in before I'm falling to the floor.
Pain, all I feel is pain.
I lift my hand to my head, and when I touch the spot where the pain is the worst, I cry out from the second wave of pain. Bringing my hand down to eye level, everything is still blurred, but that isn't what makes my heart rate speed up. No, it's the color that has stained my hand.
Crimson.
A loud ringing in my ears fades in, and I can't block out. But as everything goes dark, it fades out.
Delilah
Everyone is a mess right now, including me, but my current priority is trying to find Esme. I do not want to add insult to injury, but I need to tell her something I should have told her a while ago.
As I walk around the walk down the hallway to the room she sleeps in when she stays over, I notice the door slightly open.
Esme always slams the door when she's upset...
When I push it open all the way, my heart travels from my chest to my throat.
"Esme!" I yell, and run to her.
She lies in front of me, unmoving and barely breathing. Blood, so much blood is puddled around her head. I watch as more leaks from what appears to be a deep gash on her forehead.
Looking around for something to stop the blood, I notice on the edge of her nightstand is blood right on the edge. Swallowing down the bile that is desperately trying to escape, I swivel my head away from that to continue looking, but stop when I see a throw blanket on the bed.
Laying some of the blanket on the wound, I turn my focus back to waking her up. I blink away my tears to clear my vision, and start tapping her face but she still doesn't respond.
A dozen feet storm up the stairs, and less than 10 seconds later, someone behind me screams.
Looking back, everyone's eyes are, and their faces covered in worry. Gen runs over to Esmes' barely alive body, and starts yelling, "Call 911! Call 911!" to no one in particular.
