Don't believe everything you hear | WLW

Chapter Twenty Six | A Beating Heart?

      Evelyn Carmine POV

I wake up to the sounds of beeping in my ears, a long with faint voices talking to each other. I open my eyes and get up, still on my bed.

"A small concussion, but— oh! oh—she's awake." A female doctor says, stopping her conversation and walking towards me.

The male doctor she was talking to comes walking behind.

"Hello Evelyn. My name is doctor Ella, and here's my partner, Colby! We will be assisting you today." Ella says.

I scoff, "Okay yeah nice to meet you. I don't know why I'm even in the hospital right now, there is nothing wrong with me. I need to see Alethea, just let me see her—"

"I'm sorry but we will not be able to do that right now. And there is something wrong with you physically." Colby says in a monotone voice, like he's used to people acting this way.

The first thing I thought of, was Alethea. Even not being here, in the hospital, my teenage years have been waking reminders of her. I totally forgot about my friends, family, and my cheating bitch of a "boyfriend".

I'm the type to raise hell on anyone who wrongs me in anyway, and it's always the only thing I think about. But for some reason, I could care less about Damien. I feel a little relieved that I don't need to be with him. I never loved him. Atleast I don't think so.

I probably have a million texts from him, and friends. Probably nothing from my mother. What's new?

"She's alive? She has to be! Please tell me, that's the least you can do—" I say, tears filling my eyes at the thought. Everything that happened yesterday, is all flooding through my mind.

The doctors both look at each other. It looks to be guilt, but I'm not sure. My heart drops at the sight of them. Oh my god. She's dead. Alethea is gone. I start to breathe faster and faster.

"Oh no honey— she's alive. There is not much I can tell you about her right now." Ella says holding my wrist, checking my pulse.

My breathing regulates.

I honestly haven't fathomed what's happened in the last 24 hours. How could I? After the doctors left, with little to no answers, I took the time to reflect.

I remember telling Alethea I loved her. I dont just go throwing the word "love" around. It slipped out and I haven't thought of it since. Why would I say that? I don't even tell my bestfriend that I love him sometimes.

And I think back to when I slept in her room, drunk. How I seen her with almost no clothes on and it felt so normal. The kisses we've shared. The time in the closet. It all makes sense now.

I remember always being gravitated towards women. When a woman on tv kissed someone, I would feel uncomfortable. I always thought it was me being homophobic. It didn't help that my mother was homophobic too. I never knew why though, so I just assumed it was what I needed to be too.

No straight woman would let their enemy almost fuck them in a school closet. No straight woman would touch their self to the thought of them. I've constantly berated Alethea for being gay, but it never occurred to me that I might be too. I think it's called internalized homophobia, or something.

God what am I thinking? It must be the concussion or drugs they've injected in me.

I sigh out loud. I can't believe I would ever think I'm gay? The thought of it just brings me to disgust.

I hear a knock on my door.

"You can come in!" I yell, sitting up. If it's another doctor I swear I'm going to punch—

"Hi Evelyn." Amara says walking in.

Oh it's just Amara. Oh shit Amara. I don't even know how I got here, what happened to her? Did the car explode?!

"Amara are you okay?" I ask, about to get out of bed.

"Yes, yes I'm okay Evelyn. Stop you need to lay down after what happened to you." Amara exclaims.

"What happened to me? I've been asking that question and no one answers me." I say rudely.

What is up with people today? No one will even do the bare minimum and tell me why I'm even in the hospital when my girlfriend— enemy is dying in the next room?

"Um— I shouldn't have said that—"

"God dammit Amara! Just please tell me. I feel like I've been in a coma for years and I have nothing but questions i'll never get the answers to. But I've been out for what? Not even a day." I yell.

"Evelyn calm down—" Amara goes to say.

"I'm not finished." I say pausing.

"Your bestfriend is in some room and I don't even know if she's alive. I'm stuck here with no answers and you're telling me to calm down? After everything that's happened? You out of all people should know how I feel. Just a little bit." I continue saying with venom.

"I fucking know my bestfriend is dying! What do you think i've been doing these past 15 hours?! Sitting at home doing nothing? I haven't slept in almost two days now!" Amara yells, salty tears streaming down her face.

"I didn't mean to upset you Amara—"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. It's just this whole situation is really stressing me out. I mean, how could tracking Alethea down on my phone, turn into this? I have barely spoken 10 words to you before this. It all happened to fast and I can't lose—" Amara stutters.

"I can't lose Alethea too. And I know you can't lose her either Evelyn. I seen the way you acted yesterday. You almost gave up your life just to save her. And I couldn't do anything but pull you away!" Amara continues, full on crying now.

"I keep thinking if only I hadn't talked to you and just found a way to get to her on my own. You wouldn't be here. No, I could have just asked her what was wrong. She was off almost the whole entire day, and I knew something was wrong. I didn't ask her. What kind of friend am I? It's my fault, all my fucking—" Amara falls to her knees, her face in her hands.

I jump out of bed, not caring about the stinging pain I feel throughout my body.

"No, no baby. None of this was your fault Amara. You did everything a friend could do. In all the years i've known you and Alethea, you have always been by her side. Especially when I constantly hurt her, over and over again. Don't blame yourself for something that is entirely my fault." I say, crouching down on the cold hospital floors, rubbing her back.

Amara sniffles, "What do you mean, your fault?" She asks, her tired eyes staring back at me.

I feel the intense stinging and closing of my throat. I'm on the verge of tears at the thought of what I did and said to her. If only I had never lied because of my feelings, we would never be here.

"I told Alethea some things, and they were all lies I was trying to make myself believe, but I obviously didn't. But Alethea believed me."

"Some— things?" Amara asks questionably.

I sigh, one tear falling down my cheek. I look up at the ceiling for a moment, just so I can stop the tears and bring my self to answer the question she's asking.

I tell Amara everything.

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sorry for the late update guys!! this story is growing so much, and I thank you all for that!! hopefully, i'll be posting a lot more. it's going to get good i promise...