Part 25: The Get Away

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Adriana's P.O.V.

I got very confused when Zayn said we needed to leave immediately. I don't understand why we need to leave when we are in here to get better.

"Why do we need to leave immediately?" I asked Zayn, clearing up the confusion that lingered in the air.

"Because that doctor is fucked up and all the nurses ever do is sit around and do nothing." Zayn said with attitude.

"That's not an excuse, Zayn. I'm here to get better and all you're doing is doing what's right for you, getting out of this mess the easy way."

"You used to get out of your fucked up life by running away so shut up!" Zayn flipped out.

"No I didn't!" I screamed in protest. "I stayed there and took everything that happen to me then I went to work like nothing happened!"

"Shut up, Adriana." Zayn commanded.

"Why are you being so rude?" I asked, wondering what crawled up his ass.

"Because you annoy the hell out of me!" Zayn yelled.

My eyes widened with anger then softened with tears willing to escape. But, I fought them back so Zayn wouldn't see me cry for him.

Zayn's P.O.V.

Yes, I was being rude to Adriana but she needs to get it through her head that what I say goes. There's no say for her in this situation.

I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.

"Zayn no! What the hell are you doing?" She asked, shaking with fear.

"Shut the fuck up, Adriana!" I hated saying this to her but I was in one of those moods where everybody and everything was annoying and pissing me off hard core.

I walked over to the hospital window and lifted it up, carefully climbing out of it, still carrying Adriana making sure she didn't get hurt.

I closed the window back up then went to the parking lot. I found a car that looked good enough for my use and kicked the front window in. I expected an alarm to go off but, nothing. The stupid fuck left the keys in the ignition too.

I threw Adriana into the passenger seat and then I got in the driver's seat and I turned the key. The car started right up.

"Put your seat belt on, Ana." I command actually being nice.

"Nope." She crossed her arms and looked out the window.

I sighed.

"Babe, please put your seat belt on." I say even nicer than I did the first time.

"I SAID NO!" Adriana screamed at me.

I sighed again getting pissed but hiding my anger so I didn't take it out on her.

I reached over and grabbed Adriana's seat belt making our noses touch.

"Oh god." Adriana whispered.

"What are you thinking?" I whispered back.

"What's about to happen?" Adriana asked, completely ignoring my question.

"I'm going to put your seat belt on you. That's what's going to happen. I would kiss you but then I would take my anger out on you and force you to do things that you won't want to do." I say, talking just a tad louder.

She groaned.

I smiled and pulled the seat belt across her chest and pulled it in.

I kissed her forehead then went back to the driver's side and put the car in drive. I drove around the hospital just to make sure the car could handle where we're going which it could.

I pulled out of the hospital's property and onto the highway.

I turned on the radio and noticed Rihanna and Mikky Ekko are singing Stay. I remember how Adriana loves this song so I turned it up.

I looked over at her to see if she was singing along but, she wasn't. Instead, she reached over and turned the radio off.

"I thought you liked that song?" I asked looking at her.

"I don't like anything anymore." She responded as she put her elbow on the door and her head in her palm.

I shook my head and just stopped talking to her so she could calm down.

We rode in silence for what seemed like hours and that was something I hated.

You knew Adriana was mad or upset when she didn't speak for the longest time.

I reached over and grabbed her left hand off of her thigh and rapped my fingers in between hers.

Many thoughts popped in my head like the time when I saw Adriana laying in a pool of blood on my porch. And the time when I drove her to the hospital when she was screaming in pain. And the time I beat the shit out of her father when he tried raping her in front of my love sick eyes. Those memories made me feel depressed which made me grip Adriana's hand tighter, just to make sure she was real and I wasn't dreaming.

I feel her beautiful eyes stare at me, concerned. I just knew it.

I take a peek at her and I was correct when I said she was staring at me. She gave me a half smile to tell me that everything was going to be okay.

I smiled back then kissed the top of her hand. The beautiful hand I was holding.

Everything that happened to her in her lifetime with her father popped into my head. Well, as I pictured it from her description.

I started thinking that she knows that I can't change her because, she knows I think it's hard. Which it is but I won't admit it.

I pull up to my parents house unexpectedly. I can't believe all of my thinking led me here without my permission. I guess that's what love does to you when you really think about how it came along.

I look over at Adriana and see her still looking out the window.

She is definitely beautiful and in my eyes, I don't understand how she made it this far in life. It was definitely a struggle but, it was worth it because I am here for her every step of the way.

I shut this stolen car off and open my door, stepping out of the car then shutting the door and heading to Adriana's side. I open her door and help her out. I close the door for her so she wouldn't have to do it then I grab her hand and hold it as we walk up the path to my parents door step.  

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