It was around nine. I was getting ready for bed when my phone starts to buzz. I grab it; Ricky. My heart drops to my knees, and I shakily hit 'answer'.
When I hear his voice, my worst nightmare suddenly became a reality. His voice on the other end was broken and shaking. "C-Colleen...? Baby... I..." He coughs. "I need your help... I... I got hit by a car... I'm a few blocks away... Please..."
Either the phone fell out of his hands, or he accidentally hit 'end call', because the line went dead.
I stand there for a second, shaking. Then, I rush down the stairs, grabbing my jacket and hurriedly dialing 9-1-1. I hear Corey shout my name, but I ignore it, running out the door and down the sidewalk. I could already see Rick, he was bleeding, oh my god...
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" a representative asks.
I quickly tell them what had happened and where Rick was. "Please hurry!" I choke out before ending the call. I finally reach Rick.
He looks terrible; his lip was split, one eye was blackened, and he was holding his side, where blood slowly leaked from between his fingers. I pull his head into my lap and tenderly stroke his face, kissing his lips, forehead, cheeks, anything to bring him comfort.
He opens his good eye slowly and sees me. A tiny smile flashes across his lips. "Hi, love," he murmurs.
"Hi," I whisper, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Who did this?" I ask.
He grimaces. "Drunk driver," he mumbles. "Hit and run. Stupid dickbag..."
I nod in agreement. "Stupid, stupid dickbag..." I mutter.
Suddenly, footsteps sound behind me and I hear Corey.
"Colleen? Oh my god, what the fuck happened??" He knelt beside me, taking in Rick's bruised, bloody face.
"Drunk driver," I answer. "Rick got hit..." Corey looks at me worriedly. "Did you call 9-1-1?" he demands.
I nod. "They're on their way."
Corey nods. We sit there in silence, waiting for the stupid ambulance. I keep stroking Rick's cheeks and hair, tears dripping down my face.
Finally, the ambulance came, and when they were loading him in, I automatically move to get in the ambulance with him.
Corey grabs me, holding me back. I wriggle in his grasp to try and break loose. "Let me go, he needs me!" I snap.
Corey holds on. "There's only so many people the ambulance can hold, Colleen." he scolds me.
I turn to him, surprised and angry, but the look on his face shuts me up. I look back at the ambulance, feeling sick as they shut the doors and drive away. I shout after the ambulance, "Don't you die on me, you bastard! I'll never forgive you!"
I start crying then, softly at first, then increasing in both volume and hysteria. I turn and hide my face in Corey's chest, sobbing loudly.
His arms circle around my shoulders. I barely feel him kiss my hair. We stand like that for a long time, while Corey lets me ruin his shirt.
Finally, my tears stop flowing, and I lift my tear-streaked face to him.
He gently dries my eyes with three fingers. "Come on, let's get you home. You've had a really bad ordeal." he murmurs.
I nod and wipe away the rest of my tears. "W-when can we g-go see him?" I hiccup.
He strokes my hair. "Tomorrow morning," he answers. I nod and let him lead me home.
When we return, all the guys were standing there worriedly.
"Colleen? What happened? Are you okay?" Shawn asks, quickly approaching me and pulling me into a hug.
"I heard the ambulance... Did someone get hit?" Mick adds.
"Where's Rick?" Chris inquires. Everyone was talking all at once, and I just wanted to go in my room and sleep. I whisper, "Shawn? Can... Can I go to my room?"
He nods and lets me go. Everyone falls silent as I slowly ascend the staircase. I felt like each step weighed a thousand pounds. The sick feeling had risen to my throat, threatening to make me throw up.
My heart felt... Dark. Cold. Still. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing. I felt like a zombie, all feeling and life wiped away. I wonder absently to myself what would happen if Rick died. Would this get worse? Stay the same?
Or would I even let myself live long enough to find out?
Reaching my room, I slowly close the door, walk over to my bed, and lie down, not even undressing. I bury my face into my pillow.
It still smelled like him.
I curl up into a ball and start crying again.
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Slipknot's Daughter
Dla nastolatków(TRIGGER WARNING: SH) Fifteen-year-old Colleen's life is pretty crummy. She lives in a rundown orphanage and she is constantly bullied. Thankfully, she has her best friend, Alena, and a picture of her mother to bring her luck. She lives each day, ho...
