At the age of 17 Mariana Deliro is given a multi-million dollar company, by who? That's anyone's guess. Money may seem like a blessing but don't be fooled, it's a curse in disguise. With money comes: lying, deceit, betrayals and even a twisted myste...
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Jackson's POV:
"We need to take her to the hospital." I say quickly.
"I'll drive." Blaine says.
"What's happening?" Mariana asks from my grasp, trying to move.
"We're taking you to the hospital, ok?"
"My head really hurts." She says lifting her hand to rest on her head.
"I know." I say stroking her back in comfort as I cary her to the car.
"How long was I gone for?" She asks.
"A day. You called me yesterday morning and it's morning again now but you've been here, at my house for a while." I say putting her in the car and strapping her in. I walk around the car and get in. I sit in the middle seat of the back, next to her and Blaine drives. "Did Tyler hit your head?" I ask to keep her talking and so I can figure out the extent of her injuries.
"No, mom."
"Your mom isn't here Mariana, I can call her if you want but I need you to tell me what happened."
"His."
"His mom? Denise?"
"Yeah. My head hurts since."
"When was this?"
"When I called you." She says. "I'm tired."
"Don't fall asleep yet, ok?"
"Ok." She says leaning her head on my arm.
"Rhi what happened?" I say trying to keep her awake and talking. "Did you willingly go to Tyler's house?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't remember." She says slowly and quietly.
"What do you remember?" I say desperately trying to keep her conscious.
"I remember I love you."
"Well that's a good thing to remember." I say slowly stroking her arm.
"And you love me back." That's an understatement.
"Yeah I do. I love you."
"Am I going to die?" She asks with sadness in her voice. I'm not going to let that happen.
"No. I won't let you."
"Mariana we're almost at the hospital, you can hold on untill then." Blaine says from the front.
"Who's that?" She says looking at me.
"That's Blaine."
"Blaine?"
"He's my cousin."
"Right." She says with her eyes barely open.
We reach the hospital and I rusu to carry her inside.
