Twisted Truth

Chapter Twenty Eight

ADDIE

The journey to the hospital feels like it's endless. We have had to stop at every red light and I could scream. I need to get to the hospital. The thought of Daniel dying and I'm not there kills me. He took a bullet meant for me and now he is fighting for his life.

It should be me.

Everytime Rocco tries to comfort me I tense up. I don't deserve his comfort, this is all my fault. If I could trade places with him I would, in a fucking heartbeat. I'm nothing compared to Daniel. He has anything to live for but he saved me!

Me who is a fucking mess most days!

I will never forgive myself if he dies.

Please God don't let him die.

"It should've been me." I mumble, my thoughts tumbing out my mouth before I can stop them.

My words have Rocco frowning before he turns to face me. His eyes trying to find mine but I can't bear to look at him. I'm too consumed with guilt.

"Adaline." He starts trying to gain my attention. Hooking his fingers under my chin to get me too look at him. "Listen to me. This is not your fault, what happened tonight is not on you okay? Your brother did what any one of us would've done in that situation, including you. That's what you do for the people you love." Rocco's words in any other circumstance would warm my heart but the guilt I'm feeling is blocking any positive emotions reaching me.

My mind is turning on me, it's screaming that it should've been me. This is what I get for wanting to live, for wanting a better life for myself. It was selfish, how could I possibly think I could have something so good without the consequence of something really shit happening to someone I care about.

"We're here." Rocco's announcement has me falling out the car in a rush. I barely hear Rocco's shouts for me to slow down.

I hardly notice the people in the hospital staring at me. I must look a right state. My makeup smeared down my face and my once emerald green dress, red with my brothers blood. I must look like something out of a horror movie. My appearance attracts the attention of a few nurses who rush to my side, trying to figure out if it's my blood or not. My first reaction is to cower away from them, hating the feeling of being touched.

"Miss? Are you okay?"

"What's happened?"

"Is this your blood?" The questions getting thrown at me make my head spin. I just need to get to Daniel. Why are people touching me? I harshly push away the hand that is trying to touch me, hating how it feels.

"It isn't her blood, she isn't injured. We are here for Daniel Webster." Rocco quickly comes to my side, pulling me out of their grasp.

I dont hear their reply, my ears feeling like I'm underwater. I know people are talking but it's muffled. My head is spinning and I feel nauseous. My adrenaline finally depleting, leaving me feeling exhausted.

We are led to a waiting room where Rose is sitting sobbing, whilst Chase is pacing up and down the small floor area. When he clocks me walking in he tries to hug me. I freeze, unsure if I want his affection or not. Sensing my hesitation Rocco puts his arm up to stop him.

"I'd leave her be just now man."

Chase frowns but nods his head.

My tears are silently streaming down my face but I feel completely empty. A numbness has overtaken. It's my brains way of trying to protect me, I've almost missed this feeling. I'm too caught up in my own emotions to think of how anyone else is feeling.