The Fortune Cookie

Chapter 7 ~ Heather Is Not So Bad

Elsa's POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, swinging my legs back and forth. It's been a month and I'm still stuck in this place. It wasn't that bad here, it's not like Heather was torturing me or something. She is actually a nice person but she has no reason for my kidnapping! She kidnapped me and made me loose some blood, she could at least tell me why.

I turned on the TV in front of me and started watching. I tried to escape a few times but it was impossible. Once, I made it outside but there was a tall electric fence surrounding this place. It was useless, at least I could watch my favorite reality TV shows.

A few hours later, Heather came in.

"Hey, Els." I rolled my eyes.

"You can't call me that, only people that are close to me. And you, are nowhere near close." I snapped as I continued watching The Bachelorette.

"Oh come on, we're friends." She said.

"Not in my book," I turned towards her. "Now, let me watch my show."

Suddenly, the screen went black. "No! I was about to see who Kaitlyn was going to choose!" I whined.

"Be more mature, you are the Elsa Winters." Heather's tone grew cold.

I eyed her suspiciously. "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to go see your boyfriend?" My heart skipped a beat. Was she seriously going to let me see Jack?

"Are you serious?" She nodded. I grinned ear to ear. Heather explained to me that I had to wear a wig and sun glasses so no one would recognize me.

I put on a black wig with some sunglasses. I looked at the mirror.

"Wow, I look..."

"Different." Heather finished for me.

We drove in silence but as soon as the hospital came into view I started to worry.

"Why are we going to the hospital?" I asked as my palms started to sweat. She didn't answer. Negative thoughts swarmed my brain as we got closer to the hospital.

We got out of the car and headed inside. The lady at the front desk told us the room number. Wait, Jack's in a room? What happened to him? I asked myself.

I stood in front of room 212. My heart raced faster each second.

"Well what are you waiting for? Go in," Heather said annoyed. "Hurry before anyone gets suspicious."

I obeyed and walked in, what I saw broke my heart. Jack was laying on the hospital bed, tubes were attached to him, the rhythmic beat of the monitor that kept track of his heart filled the room. Tears threatened to leave my eyes as I approached him. I sat on the bed, my weight tipping the bed over a little.

I heard the door open, it was Heather. "W-what happend to h-him?" I said.

"He...he's in a coma. The day he found out you disappeared he got in a car accident." She sadly said.

I choked back a sob as I saw him laying on the bed. All this happened because of me! I should've left when that stupid slip told me to!

"This is all my fault!" I yelled.

"We have to go." Heather grabbed my arm but I yanked it free.

"Don't touch me!" I fell to the floor and lost it, I started sobbing.

You're so dumb, Elsa.

This is all your fault.

You should've left in the first place.