Young Love Lost

Chapter Seven

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“What in the fucking hell was that?” Ben screamed at me once we were in the conference room with the other policemen.

I could tell the other police officers were embarrassed at Ben but I didn’t mind. I already had an alibi on my motives.

“It’s called acting,” I lied smoothly while looking ready to cry.

Ben’s stiffened shoulders relaxed visibly, and I could hear a relived, “Oh,” from him.

I wasn’t mad at Ben for cursing or being protective. It was really sweet, and I was so tired from talking to the guy that I figured out was in love with me-correction, is still in love with me. I was mentally tired.

I collapsed into Ben’s arms hugging him comfortably. He stripped me off of him and led me out the door away from everybody. We couldn’t publicly show affection I realized.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled now hugging me.

I just let my eyes droop and my arms hug him back. Life was crap.

Suddenly my back convulsed and I dropped to the floor in pain. I was screaming now. I knew I was dying, but god couldn’t it be a little bit slower and less painful?

I could only hear the distant cries of Ben and everyone rushing to me. Everything was fuzzy, but I could hear a frazzled Ben say, “Oh god. Oh god. Shit. Wake up damn it.”

Instead I let myself slip into an emanate darkness.

I already knew where I was before I woke up. My mind was drifting in and out of consciousness, and my mother was coming in regularly, very madly I noticed.

She sounded like she was going to murder someone until I fully woke up.

Finally I ripped my eyes up and moaned at the needles in my arms. I hated this hospital and everything about it. Yes, the same bed I was in with all those tears over Calvin and Riley was where I was.

I was so groggy and tired, but I wanted to see Maria. Instead I looked over to see the door clicking open and Lucas stepping right in. Lucas? What in the hell? Enough of the boys, I didn’t need this.

Lucas looked surprised I was awake but it didn’t stop him from strolling over and saying, “How’s it going Jill?”

Just. Like. That. Like it was no big deal I was dying, and that I had practically passed out at the police station. This kid was alright in my book. Yet, he somehow reminded me of Calvin even more…

“Oh you know, just wanting these needles out of me. Feeling queasy, and groggy but other than that I’m in tip top shape,” I joked with him.

He chuckled and I wondered if Mr. Cline sent him here.

“Nah, Cline didn’t send me here.”

I wanted to be surprised but I could tell that I had spoken what I was thinking out loud again. I couldn’t believe how seriously unaware I was of this speaking what I was thinking out loud shenanigan.

“I do that a lot,” I warned him sighing.

 Suddenly I felt an urge to throw up but I held it back. I really did feel queasy, ugh.

“Eh, it’s no big deal. I don’t mind. In fact, I was thinking we might go grab some Pinkberry after you’re discharged.”

Good ol’ Pinkberry, only the best frozen yogurt place ever.

“With fruity pebbles?” I smiled.

I jumped up excited, but the needles pulled on me reminding me of my condition.

“Why, of course Madame. Only the most luxurious pebbles with lots of fruitiness.”

I laughed at him, and we started talking like crazy until my mother came in and sent him away, rather rudely I might add.

“Don’t be so mean,” I growled at my mother.

“Sweetie you’re being discharged right now!” my mother yelled excitedly.

“But, how-“

“They say you’re doing much better, and can be out of here right about now.”

Yup, my mom was lying. I was dying. Whatever, might as well put on a good act.

“Do you want to go out and see a movie or…Ooh ooh! Let’s go to that cute bowling alley!” She clapped her hands.

I felt guilty saying the next thing, but I promised Lucas we’d go out to Pinkberry.

“Look…mom that’s all nice, but I promised Lucas…”

My mom looked visibly sad and I cringed a little at her emotion. She didn’t fail to amaze me though.

“Honey, that’s great. Lucas is such a sweet kid, and so good for you! He’s much better than that, that killer!”

She looked enraged and very much like Riley when he had done all that killing. God, it was so easy to say that now. To say that Riley had killed all those people.

“Mom, would you stop it! Lucas is fine, and Riley- Riley is just confused. So just stop it, and realize that Calvin would never hold a grudge like you do. I’d bet Calvin would forgive him,” I said remembering I said the same thing to Riley.

My mom looked hurt but she got over it quickly, plastering on a smile.

“You’re right. Now you go out, dress up, and have fun.”

I shrugged my shoulders and watched as a doctor entered the room to check me out and get the needles out of my sickly pale body. Yup, I was not alright no matter what my mom said.

I got up from the stupid bed and wobbled over to my coat and things. I changed into my regular jeans, and black tank top.

I waltzed out of the room, my mother leaving before I did. I saw Lucas in the waiting room out of the corner of my eye. 

I took a deep breath and mumbled under my breath, “See you up there soon, Cal.”