Scars [Ashton Irwin]

Chapter Thirty-Three

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE:

Ashton's POV

It all happened so fast. I almost had her, but she kept running, and was out of the house before I could grab onto her. The car came out of nowhere. I remember hearing Kellin scream, before the vehicle slammed right into her petite frame, sending her flying in the air for a couple of seconds, before she landed on her head.

Time froze. I ran, Kellin hot on my heels. Only seconds later, I was cradling her limp body, her blood seeping through my thick jeans and soaking my white shirt. My heart was slamming against my ribcage while I held her. There was so much blood.

"Call 911!" I yelled. "Call fucking 911!"

Kellin ran back into the house to retrive his cellphone and dial the number, while I stayed with McKenzie.

"No, baby please, I need you. Please, Kenzie, stay with me. Stay with me, baby." I begged. My body was shaking and the tears fell freely. But none of that mattered.

I could barely notice anything else that was happening around us. I heard Ms Quinn scream and cry hysterically, followed by the sound of sirens. I was in a daze when the paramedics took her from me and hurriedly got her into the ambulance.

"You did this, you bastard!" Kellin yelled. I looked up from my bloody hands to see that he held an older man by the collar, while Ms Quinn attempted to pry her son's hands off of the man. "If she doesn't survive this, I swear I'll kill you with my bare hands, Mark!"

Ms Quinn was eventually able to push Kellin away. While he struggled to break free, she whispered something in his ear that immediately calmed him down. His face was blank while he headed to his car, slamming the door. The man rubbed his face and ran his hands through his hair. Had I not felt paralysed by the shock of what had just happened to my McKenzie, I would have killed him right then and there.

* * *

The drive to the hospital was long. I kept blinking the tears away, and trying to convince myself that she would be okay. Half of me blamed Kellin, for that stupid argument that erupted in McKenzie's bedroom that eventually led to her having that anxiety attack.

I made a promise to myself to never ever let anything or anyone come between us. Making a mental note, I decided that I would call Dani and set up a meeting with her regarding my relationship with McKenzie. I needed her more than I needed anything else.

I couldn't remember calling Luke, Calum and Michael, but shortly after I had arrived at the hospital, they were by my side. I begged to see her, but not even Ms Quinn or Kellin were allowed in. Ms Quinn was a sobbing mess, while Kellin glared at me from across the waiting room. I avoided his eyes, because this was not the place nor the time for our petty grievances.

I could no longer sit on the hard plastic chair anymore. I could not sit there, while images of an airborne McKenzie flashed through my mind. I could not sit there, knowing that she was in a tremendous amount of pain. I could not sit there, because I felt like I was waiting for her to draw her last breath.

I wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to hold her and take her pain away and promise that it would all be okay. I wanted to lay my head on her chest and hear her heart beating. I wanted my mind to stop running a mile an hour.

I needed McKenzie.

* * *

Calum had left a half an hour ago, two hours after Michael and Luke had left, promising to return in the morning. It was almost 3AM, and I was pacing around the waiting room, tugging at the roots of my hair. The clinical smell of the hospital was beginning to drive me insane.