Survive

Chapter Twenty Five

Los Angeles, California, U.S.A.

October 17, 2022.

Madison Stone's Point Of View.

I wake up being shaken by Andrey, causing me to freak out, because I had forgotten that he would come here after practice.

After the moment I comforted my mother on the couch, she ended up sleeping on the couch from all the stroking I did to her hair, so I took a blanket and wrapped her up and came into my room, where I cried myself to sleep.

"Oh, sorry baby. So much happened here after I got home from school that I forgot I had asked you to come here," I run my hand over my eyes and sit up in bed.

"That's fine," he gives a short pause. "But what happened?"

"My parents split up and my father left home," and he looks at me in shock, but sad at the same time.

"I'm sorry," and I nod.

"Don't feel. It was the right thing to do," I speak and see that he is looking at me in a strange way. "Is everything okay?"

"I have to tell you something.." he says as if he doesn't have the courage to tell me and I get worried.

"What happened?" I'm already starting to imagine that he kissed someone and isn't up the nerve to tell me. "What happened, Andrey?" I ask more seriously and he takes a deep breath.

"Anthony suffered a serious accident on his way home." And I feel my heart race when I hear that.

"What? Where is he?" I ask getting out of bed in desperation.

"I don't know. I just arrived and in the moment your mother opened the door for me to come in, she received a phone call in which she learned about the accident and asked me to come here and let you know."

"Where is my mother?" I ask feeling my legs starting to shake with nervousness.

"I think in the living room. She said she was going to get her car keys and go to the scene of the accident."

And I rush out of the room, but I go downstairs more slowly because my legs are weak from the shock I got from the news.

"Mad, wait up!" Andrey says coming after me.

I see that my mother is not in the living room, so I run to the garage, where I find her getting into her car.

"I'm coming with you mom," I shout in desperation and Andrey stops at my side.

"Mad, we'd better stay here," and I look at him, denying it.

"If you want to stay, you stay. But I will."

"Come on in, people, we don't have time to argue right now," my mother says in an altered voice.

"Come on Andrey," and I pull him by the arm.

We get into my mother's car and she pulls the car out of the garage, starting to drive immediately.

The drive is made in an overwhelming silence and the fear of what I might see and hear eats away at me.

"Did they tell you how the accident happened?" I ask.

"They told me that a speeding car ran the red light just as Anthony was driving by, causing them to crash into each other," and I feel my heart squeeze and tears start to fall from my eyes.

We arrive at the scene of the accident and I am the first to get out of the car, already running towards my car, which is completely destroyed, making my despair increase every moment I get closer.