Chapter 34

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"Go away." Bella says after I try knocking on the door for what seems the millionth time. Her voice sounds as if she's been crying forever.

"Please, we need to talk." I say.

"There's nothing to talk about." She spits. Why did I let her close that d*mn door? I screwed up bad.

"Bella! Let me in!" I yell. I can almost see her flinch through the other side of the door. If I want her to come out, I probably shouldn't be yelling at her. She didn't have to lock herself in there though. She almost had to come out soon.

"I don't want to talk to you!" Moshe yells back.

"Please." I whimper as I slide down to my knees in front of the door. I'm not going to leave, at least not until she opens the door. Why did I let myself get that drunk? Way to go, Skip, way to ruin everything. I ruined our relationship. She hates me now. She's not going to come back, and that I'm positive about. She's everything I have going for me.

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It's been at least two hours since I've spoken to Daniel. I still know that he's outside the door because I can here him mumbling worlds to my favorite song outside of the door. I feel bad because I am in his room. I wouldn't have been able to tell it was his if her wasn't pictures of us hanging on the wall every where you look. I just tried all of the doors and this one wasn't locked. Daniel knows that I've been cheated on before and how bad it broke me. I honestly don't see us together anyways. I'm going to be a lawyer soon, and he's a you tuber.

I need to go out there. I can't stay in here all night. I stand up from against the door and head to a mirror. I try and fix my make up. I wipe off mascara that had ran down my face and try and fix my hair. I realize that it's going to be hard due to the rat's nest, so I pull it into a bun. I gather myself together before walking out of the room.

"Don't." I tell Daniel as his mouth opens to speak. He closes his mouth.

"Bel, this needs to be said, I though she was you. I love you so f****ing much. Do you love me?" He asks. Why did he have to include the last part?

"Yes." Is all I can bring myself to say. His face turns into a smile and it starts to glow.

"Do you forgive me?" He asks again. I wasn't aware hat we were playing 21 questions here.

"No." Is all I say. His face falls. I turn around and start to walk away while ore tears spill out of my eyes. I look back around at him and his tears are pouring out too.

I decide to run home and leave Lauren with the car. We live next door, so I didn't see the point in bringing the car anyways. As soon as I walk in the door, Lauren's dog starts barking at me. I pull my heels off and head toward my bedroom. I take out my contacts and out in a t-shirt and shorts. I pull the covers over my head and try and get some sleep.

I decide that sleeping won't help me at this point, so I get out of bed. I pull one of Daniel's hoodies over top of my head and it's killing me. It still smells like his cologne. I slip on a par of under armor sandals and head it the door with my car keys in my hand. I look at the boy's house and there are still plenty of cars in the drive way. I can hear music blasting and that's when I know that the party is still going on.

I get in the car and start going maybe a little too fast. I need to go to the one place that means the most to me. The most to Daniel and I.

I crank up the radio and slam on the gas pedal. I just want this all to be over right now. The last think I hear is Life of the Party by Shawn Mendes playing. Before I know it, the airbag is in my face, blood is on the windshield, my car is flipped over on its side, and sirens screeching.

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"Chug chug chug!" I hear a bunch of rowdy boys scream. I don't know who brought the keg, but the one is performing a keg stand.

My phone starts vibrating in my pocket, and I head to a bedroom to answer he call.

"Hello?" I answer into the phone.

"Is this Lauren Williams? This is the hospital" The man's voice says.

"Yes. Is everything okay?" I say with clear nervousness in my voice.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your friend Isabelle is down here." He says. I immediately fall to my knees and start to cry.

"I'll be there soon." I say before pressing the end button. I decide to go and try to find Beau. I'm getting states from the people at the party, so I head to Skip's room.

"Go away." He tells me. He's laying with his face in a pillow and his shoulders are icing up and down making it obvious that's he's been crying.

"It's Bella." I say. He instantly picks up his head and slides on shoes and a sweatshirt.

I make my way to find Beau while Daniel starts the car. "Bella's in the hospital." I inform him after he asks me why I'm crying. He pulls me into a hung and tells me everything is going to be okay, even though I'm almost positive that it won't.

"let me drive. I've had the least to drink." I tell the boys. Daniel moved to the back seat and Beau takes the front. The car ride is extremely quiet. When we arrive, we all run it of the car and head to the front desk.

"Isabelle." Daniel tells the receptionist with a name tag that reads Linda.

"She is currently is surgery. She should be out soon, but she won't be awake. She may not be awake for a couple of weeks." She tells us.

"What happened?" I ask her.

"She was in a car wreck. We are not sure if it was intended or not, but she was going so fast that we think it was. Her car flipped many of times. It was found about an hour after she was lying there unconscious. We rushed her into surgery and we aren't sure if she will remember everything or not when she wakes up." Linda tells us. Why would she do this intentionally? I feel awful. Suppose to protect her at those parties like I always do. Bella is like my twin. If anything were to happen to her, I would die.

"Thank you ma'am." Beau says while pulling us all into a big hug. We make our way to the wait room to wait. That's all we can do. God, I hope she's okay.

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I typed this fast and it's unedited so sorry for errors.

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