Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 109

RACHEL

All I want to do is get out of here, but I can't. I have no car, especially since I probably wrecked and have no job to cover the damage, I'm not going to let him because it's completely my fault, well part of  it. If I didn't find out about the journal, I wouldn't have to run out the apartment while alcohol is in my system; all I feel is a little bit of sickness and a pinching feeling going through my arm when the needle is in. I didn't know I was in the ambulance until five minutes ago. I despently hate going to the hospital or thinking about going to one. I begin to think about the times that Wyatt or my mother would lay on my hand on me.

I wish someone was here for me, but I don't have my phone, it's broken I see next to me, "Excuse me? Do you possibly have a phone with you? I need to call someone," I ask the paramedic who is writing something on a clipboard and she nods yes as digging inside of her pants pockets, "Here. It's only half charged but it should be good," she answers ashanding me her phone.

"Thanks," I started a number, and waited for him to answer.

A few minutes ago when I hear the paramedic's phone ringing, and see it's Alex calling back, "Hello?".

"Hey Rachel. What's going on? You sounded worried or hurt on your voicemail," he wondered.

"Yeah, I got in car accident and I'm In the ambulance going to the hospital," I respond, wipe my eyes from the tears that won't stop falling down my cheek. There's a shock and scare in my chest, I don't want to go but there's pain everywhere to my chest to my feet. I feel numb.

"Oh my god, Rachel! Are you okay? What hospital are you going to? And is Ezra there with you?" he asks and the moment he says " Ezra, I want to puke all this truck from the pain he has done not even an hour, "No, he's not. Please come to the hospital and, I'm begging you, don't get Ezra involved. I'm done with him," I angrily responded, and hung up to hand it back to the woman.

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An hour later, I'm finally at the hospital and sitting on a hospital bed that it's completely hard, it will  probably bend my back like prezetal. An middle aged doctor came up to me a few minutes ago to tell me that my wrist is sprained so I have to wear a brace for a few days. Lucky me.

I lay back down on the bed to try to sleep but it's hard when everywhere is chaotic left and right. I put the ice pack a nurse gave me to soothe the pain away on my bruised up cheek, I shut my eyes tightly to imagine the pain isn't here.

"Rachel?'' Suddenly I hear someone's voice. Please no no no don't be Ezra. Please be Alex sounding like Ezra. When slowly looking at the corner of my eye to see  the same leather jacket, and the same worried face I always see when he knows he did something wrong. This face is different from the massive black eye he has, "Go away," I quickly say then look away. I can't look at him. Not when I look and feel this hole in my heart. Not when he looks like that and is the cause of the hole in my heart.

He nods okay before wrapping his arms around me, "I'm so sorry.I'm so sorry" he continues repeating himself, "Get off of me," I try my best to push him off but he's built like a brick wall, "Get off of me! GET OFF! GET OFF!" I scream on the top of my cough, I start coughing. Two security guards along with Alex rush towards us.