living with the bad boy

Chapter 9

Blake's POV
I groaned as summer hopped out of my truck stomping away in aggravation due to the not so nice comment I had made about her vocabulary.

"Summer I was joking" I chuckled running a hand threw my hair and letting out a sigh. I honestly was just trying to lighten the mood and make her stop thinking. Thinking breaks people apart. It makes them vulnerable and weak. Thinking opens old wounds and creates an empty void and I try to avoid it.

"Well I wasn't" she snapped turning away. I jumped out of the truck to chase her when a car came speeding in our direction. Just as I was about to scream for her to move the car bulldozed over her and I swear my heart broke. " summer!!" I screeched as I scurried to her side unable to register what just happened. She laid there in the street gasping for air, eyes filled with pain, muffled cries escaping her busted lips until she finally stopped struggling and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her pale cheeks as she lie in her own blood.

"Oh god" I panicked digging around my pocket and pulling out my phone.

"911 whats your emergency?" The operator spoke
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I sat in the waiting room fidgeting nervously as my body trembled. I held my head in my hands attempting to wrap my head around this situation.

"Blake! Oh god what happened? Is summer okay?!" My mom exclaimed dashing towards me, my father right along side of her. I stood up enveloping them both in a hug as they cried silently.

"We were out in some vacant field just talking and I-I made a s-snide comment, which of course she didn't take very l-lightly and she got angry and stormed off. I just- it all happened so f-fast.. One minute I was calling after her apologizing then a car just speeds by and hits her... It didn't even stop" I choked out sitting back down and fumbling with my hands, trying to calm my nerves.

"How could you?" My dad growled holding back tears that prickled his eyes and glaring daggers at me.

"Everything isn't just some big joke Blake, can't you ever just for one god damned second think about somebody other than yourself you selfish little-"

"Dave! Don't you talk to him like that! It isn't his fault how could he have know that this was going to happen? You're acting out of anger and you need to think before you say he is our son for Christ's sake so act like it." My mom snapped, my mouth hung open still taken aback by my dad's harsh words.

"No mom, he's right it's my fault. It's all my fault. God I'm such an idiot!" I exclaimed punching the wall next to me and holding my head in my hands once again.

"We are all in the wrong here. Acting so selfish when poor summer is laying in the operating room fighting for her life. Please let's just think about her. We will figure the rest out later, but none of it matters, at least not now it doesn't. All that matter at the moment is summer." My mom sighed falling into another fit of hysterics.

"Summer Mitchell's family?" A doctor called out holding a clipboard in one hand and wiping off his forehead with the other. His almond eyes trailed along the waiting room where various people sat fidgeting impatiently waiting to know whether of not they would get to embrace their loved one again.

"Yes over here!" My mom called out hurriedly waving the doctor over. He nodded in response scurrying over to us.

"How is she?" My dad pried in a hopeful tone.

"Well....the surgery was touch and go for a while but we were able to stabilize her. I assure you she will be fine, she has some minor head trauma, fractured ribs and a broken leg, she will have to be within our custody for a weeks time and after she is released she will need to attend physical therapy to ensure her health and safety. Anyhow Follow me I will take you to her room." The doctor explained motioning for us to follow him.