Chapter fourteen: Call It What You Want

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Micah and Cal rushed to the hospital when they heard the news about me and Dwight.

Dwight was walking back and forth trying to calm himself down while Ashleigh was sitting on the bench crying.

And me?

I needed an oxygen tank to breathe.

I couldn't even open my eyes properly.

Winter Formal is happening weeks from now and I didn't even know why they held the event five days before New Year's Eve.

And now, I'm not even sure if I can attend it.

The door in my room suddenly opened and Micah and Cal rushed towards me with Micah crying.

"What happened?!" Micah cried as he looked at me weak as fuck.

"It's my fault Micah-"

"I shot Chad" I tried to talk but somehow my voice just came out in whispers.

"What?" Cal looked at me confused.

"I shot Chad" I tried my best to talk loudly.

"What the fuck?!" Cal started to freak out.

"Who brought the gun?!" Cal raised his voice in frustration.

Dwight was about to talk but I cut him off.

"Chad did, he was threatening Ashleigh and Dwight was trying to save her" I sighed.

Of course I'm gonna blame the dead.

What is he gonna do? Haunt me?

I'll fucking kill him again.

Dwight looked at me confused.

"It's true Mr. Benson... Dwight saved me and Cam saved Dwight because if he didn't shoot Chad... Chad would've stabbed Dwight" Ashleigh cried.

"Why are there cops outside the room?" Cal asked.

"Because Cam shot Chad, they're gonna arrest him whenever he feels better" Dwight cried.

"It was self defense!" Micah raised his voice in frustration.

"I'll be making some arrangements" Cal gritted his teeth in anger as he got out of the room.

"Are you okay? I am not losing another child again" Micah cried.

This time I'm too weak to talk so I nodded.

The nurses attended Dwight and Ashleigh's wounds and now they're in my room panicking.

"Is Cameron going to jail?" Dwight cried.

"He is not going to jail, Cal is powerful and he knows everyone... This is self defense no one is going to jail" Micah assured us.

But I'm too weak to even react.

I closed my eyes and I shut down.

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I woke up with Jake crying beside me holding my hand.

He's sitting next to my hospital bed.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"Three weeks" Jake tried to smile as he wiped his tears.

"Fuck, what gossip did I miss?" I groaned.

"Everyone was worried about you" Jake smiled.

"Especially Jake, he was here twenty-four-seven and he doesn't even sleep" Dwight sighed.

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