Cadillac

In that head of his

"You can't go home with her, you don't know her!" Momma yelled and I winced slightly.

"My head hurts, don't shout," I mumbled and laid back down, pulling y/n with me. I'd known her a little under thirty minutes and was already attached.

Ever since I was maybe five, if I went through loss, whether it was a goldfish or family, I used to just lay down and hold someone for hours- usually whoever I loved most, but as of that moment, I felt repulsed by my parents, and y/n was the only one there who seemed to care about me and, as I was dealing with the loss of the only person I'd ever loved, I couldn't exactly hold him.

So y/n was my only option. Not that I'm complaining of course, she was gentle and pretty, and she seemed genuinely safe to be near- you know when you can just tell someone is safe? I could tell.

I'm not sure if she minded that I was holding onto her for dear life, I mean she was holding me too, but also didn't seem too physically comfortable, as she kept moving around.

"Don't speak to your mother like that!" Dad shouted and I rolled over to face y/n, before wrapping my arms around her completely.

"Headache," I mumbled again, into y/n's chest incoherently.

"Mr and Mrs Venable, I understand you're upset, but you're still on a hospital wing full of tired, sick and dying people so please, if you'd like to have this conversation with me, can we do it elsewhere?" Y/n spoke firmly and rubbed up and down my back in gentle motions. It felt odd, but calming at the same time, so I didn't try to stop her.

"Well, Wilhelmina," My mother started, "I hope you're happy now." And then she left.

"Well done, you made your mum cry, how could you be so insensitive?" Dad started to say, and I turned to glare at him.

"My boyfriend, the only person I have ever lived like that, has just died, making sure my seatbelt was on, after the breaks in his car failed. I have been diagnosed with severe scoliosis and I've been in a coma for two weeks. I have a pounding headache and I can never be fully self-sufficient ever again. I'm only twenty two." I spat, "And I'm the one being insensitive?!"

He looked at me, opened his mouth, closed his month, looked at the IV in my hand, looked at the ECG wires crawling out from under my hospital gown, and left.

Just as i took a breath, he waltzed back in.

"You know, when we found you, your mother pulled you out of that wreck and thought you were wearing a red dress."

I knew where this was going.

I remembered back to what I was wearing that day.

The white dress Michael had bought me for my birthday.

"It wasn't red. You had been soaked in his blood for two days, you know that?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the tears, before I heard him stomp out again.

I waited a minute, before I felt arms wrap around me again.

"He's gone," she whispered softly and I finally let myself cry.

Y/n stayed the whole night with me, holding me whilst I sobbed into her.