Not Your Average Love Story

Chapter 30 : Pray Part 1

Chapter 30 : Pray Part 1

I stood there for a minute, completely in shock.

My body temperature I'd noticed was rising as sweat trickled down my forehead.

I'd had enough panic attacks in my life to feel one coming on, that's exactly what this was.

I slid down onto the floor and put my face as close to the middle of my knees as I could.

Screaming piercingly loud I cried and cried, my head had started to throb from all of the pressure.

What could I do? How would I find him? Was he dead? How can I handle all of this?

My thoughts tortured me as I sat there thinking of all possibilities.

I had never in my life felt this way about a guy, I couldn't imagine anything happening to Deion.

That's the thing though, something bad had actually happened.

I could feel it in my bones, he wasn't okay.

Staring at my wall, in complete silence, I continued sobbing.

Fuck this!

Quickly standing up onto my feet, I ran into my bedroom closet and threw on a pair of plain black leggings, an oversized shirt and a pair of old sneakers.

I didn't care how I looked I only cared about getting to him, I needed to be by his side regardless.

Locking the door behind me I raced down the stairs to my car, after climbing in I backed out and begun to drive as quickly as the pedal would allow me.

I drove towards the only hospital I knew in between my place and Deion's, it was still about 20 minutes away, so of course my mind continued wandering the whole time.

Without thinking too deeply I put on a gospel playlist, I couldn't do anything but cry listening to it, but somehow it was always comforting to me.

About 20 minutes later I arrived to the hospital, I sensed that he was there, I can't explain how I knew but I just did.

Jumping out of the car I tossed my car keys to a valet attendant that was approaching me and instantly ran through the emergency room entrance doors.

When I approached the desk an older brown-skinned woman stared back at me with a surprised face, I think I'd startled her.

"Uh-uh. Deion. My, um. I'm just trying —," I stammered.

Before I could stumble on words any further I broke down crying, placing my face into my hands I dropped down onto the floor unable to control myself.

The woman came from behind the desk and led me to a nearby chair in the waiting room, she handed me tissues and told me to breathe.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply I finally managed to calm myself enough to form a complete sentence.

"I'm looking for someone who might've came in from a car accident a little under an hour ago. His name is Deion Rivers."