The Music Of Loving You

8. "You put my brother in a coma!"

JACKSON'S POV

After all the drama at Ocean's house, I was ready to just go home. But that was before I found Millie out in the pouring rain, looking for me. Even with her hair sticking to her forehead and her sneakers squishing with rain, she was still beautiful. Although she'd been awful quiet ever since we'd gotten here. I hope it's not because I put my arms around her. I'd just wanted to so bad and I knew she wasn't going to make the first move. I still wasn't sure if she even liked me. But I liked her a lot.

"What are you thinking about?" Millie asked quietly. I looked up, realizing that I'd been staring at my cocoa. Millie held her coffee cup in her right hand, never touching it with her left.

"About you. And about why you're being so quiet." I admitted shyly. Millie suddenly looked nervous, setting her cup down on the side table and wrapping her right hand over her left protectively.

"I guess I'm just shy" she mumbled, looking away. Gently, I took her right hand away. I took her left hand in my own hands and examined it. Her right hand was forced into a fist and she had her eyes squeezed shut. Her palm was scraped and swollen. The bone was most likely broken.

"What happened?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"I... I slipped in the mud and hurt my wrist." Millie mumbled.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded, trying not to yell. I could see the fear in her eyes as she watched my rage. I took a deep breath, yelling at her wouldn't help. "Come on" I took her right hand and led her downstairs. "Mom, Millie and I are going out, we'll be back later" I yelled.

"Ok sweetie!" My mom yelled back. Luckily, the rain had finally stopped. I led Millie out to my car, opening the door for her.

"Get in" I said as she watched me with wide eyes.

"Where are we going?" She asked, her voice trembling. She shivered as she stepped into the car, curling her right arm around her. She huddled underneath my sweater, small and frightened. "You're taking me to a hospital, aren't you?" She asked.

"I'm taking you to the ER" I said as I pulled out the driveway.

"There's something else you should know, though" Millie whispered. Her voice was fragile, as if one touch would break it. What happened? What turned her from this strong, independent woman into this small, scared child? It made me want to punch whoever had done this to her.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice soft.

"When I fell, I found something in the garden" Millie fiddled with her seat belt.

"Something's really wrong" I thought to myself as I looked at her. "What's going on Millie?" I asked her quietly.

"I.... I found a knife in the garden"

Her words echoed through my ears for the next few seconds before they were filled with screeching instead. I reached my arm out in front of Millie as glass shattered inwards and my arm was catapulted by thousands of bits of glass, sharp and painful.

"Ah!" I cried out. The icy glass was like a thousand needles injected at once. And that's when the real pain started.

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MILLIE'S POV
The soft beeping of a heart monitor filled my ears. The next thing I heard was the soft whimpers of crying and muttering. I opened my eyes to see my mom. Her eyes were filled with tears as she adjusted my IV. We were in a hospital room, closed off by a curtain.

The moment my mom saw I was awake, her eyes lit up. I tried to smile at her and grimaced. Suddenly, all the memories of the car ride came back.

A truck had swerved in front of us, and Jackson held is arm in front of me, keeping me from being tossed out of the car.