Chapter 8
Claira's POV
I've been pacing the hospital waiting room impatiently for Zak to be let out. They said they were running some last minute tests and then his managers could jet us over to Hollywood for better protection.
"Why cant people just learn to leave Serenity alone? HELL Why can't people just learn to leave us out of it! I'm pissed off that we can never live our lives!" Derek snapped punching a wall.
"Don't hurt yourself now. Last thing I need is you breaking a hand or something because your pissed off. Plus we have enough injured and dead people to last me for a lifetime!" I groaned.
"Seriously maybe we should just not be friends with Serenity anymore. Crap seems to follow her where ever she goes." Derek mumbled.
I sighed. Its not like I hadn't thought of that a couple times but even during the times I wasn't friends with her crap still came to me that wasn't her fault so totally trumped out that she was all the drama.
"It's not her fault Derek. It's other people that are crazy. She's not even around half the time so how is it possible that all the problems revolve around her? Life is just a bottle full of drama willed with crazy tasting orange crush. Every sip is more bubbly and more crazy." I sighed.
Yes I used a soda metaphor, so sue me. I was just in too much of a mood to blame anyone except for the crazy bitches. How i ended up actually coming to a conclusion about Desiree being the shooter I had no clue. I had only seen her picture once when Serenity was explaining that she was the slutty bitch who stole her man. But I assumed that bitch was crazy enough to pull a stunt like this. Only reasonable explanation I had.
It was a long wait until the doctors finally came out and told us we could leave. Zak was placed on a bed onto the jet with me and Derek. Jen and Josh were already waiting at the hotel room. I sighed loudly at how exhausting everything has been lately. First I start dating a famous actor and then I get shot. I swear strap a camera on me and the rest of my friends and we would be the next top hit for soap operas. Its dramatic and full of shit. I swear if I didn't live my life every day and were just a regular person hearing about my life I wouldn't believe them.
"How long will it be till we get to Hollywood?" Derek mumbled with his eyes shut knocking me out of my trance.
"Well we've been flying for 2 hours already so 4 more hours. Why getting bored already?" I laughed slightly.
"No just getting tired of hearing you mumble to yourself. You know you mumble to yourself when your thinking really hard?" Derek sighed.
I looked down at my hands and sighed, "Sorry I just got a lot on my mind right now."
"I understand that but you really need to stop worrying so much. At least you guys are alive." Derek sighed.
"You know you sigh a lot." I laughed.
"Yea its all this crap that's making me sigh. When I found Alyssa and Josh I freaked out. Hell Jen freaked out. It will forever scar me I swear. The image of Alyssa's body with her brains blown out will forever be something that will be embedded in my mind. Josh was only knocked unconscious but I swear the way he freaked out when we woke him It crushed me. I don't like Josh much but the way he cried seeing her was crushing. It's not something I ever wanna go through again. But of course... I found you guys and of course I was too late again..." Derek grumbled.
"You can't blame yourself. There's not much you could do. None of us knew they were coming." I stated.
"Yea but I hate that I couldn't have gotten there earlier... And didn't you tell Serenity to call when she was at Hollywood?" Derek questioned.
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