The Bet

Chapter 9

(Duncan's PoV)

It was the day to hopefully get Courtney back, or at least get her forgiveness. I had been planning this for a few weeks with the help of Bridgette, who had left a few minutes ago to place the second note for her.

A few more minutes pass and I begin to feel distressed. How long does it even take to place a note before someone's door?

I exited the car, making sure to close the door first, then went out to find Bridgette. The door was slightly cracked open, allowing me to take a quick look inside.

Suddenly, I hear an ambulance sirens in the distance, it's wails getting closer by the second. The truck comes into view, parking the vehicle in front of me before several paramedics rush outside and enter Courtney's house.

Before my mind is even able to process what was going on, Court was being lifted out of the building; blood dripping down her arm before being placed inside the ambulance. Bridgette followed suit, her blue eyes glossy thanks to the layer of un escaped tears covering them. That was when I snapped.

"What's going on! What are they doing to Courtney? Why are they taking her away?!" I shouted all questions at once, utterly confused yet paranoid at the current situation.

"Courtney," Bridgette began, a fresh tear rolling down her cheek, "she was self harming, but she lost too much blood." She explained, my face going three shades whiter at the thought of her death.

I put my head in my hands, my fingers tugging at my now ruffled mohawk while letting out a frustrated scream.

I mean, I go all out; make a bunch of poems handwritten, prepare a quest all the way through town with I would say fabulous gifts all the while she tried to kill herself.

Yet I also feel guilty, like somehow I was the one who caused this to happen or I could've somehow stopped this from happening.

I angrily drop down to my knees, before getting up and racing to my car, eager to get to the hospital as fast as I could. Once Bridgette hopped into the passenger seat I sped off straight behind the ambulance.

We arrived a good fifteen minutes later, - due to the high amount of traffic, even though I'm pretty sure I went right over the speed limit - an extra five until I found a parking spot, then rushed to the front office. I ran down the halls until I found the receptionist, typing away on her computer without a care in the world. I walked straight up to her.

"What room is Courtney Barlow in?" I expectantly ask the old woman before me. She looked up at me through her glasses, then typed something into her computer.

"305, fifth floor." She responds shortly.

I grab Bridgette's arm and drag her with me, her having to run to keep up with my rapid pace. Once we finally get to the door, I stood there frozen.

Was I ready to see a lifeless Courtney? What if she wakes up doesn't even want to see me? My doubts get the best of me and I begin to turn, before Bridge stops me completely.

"Don't be a wimp and open the door." She orders, pushing me back into place.

My fingers linger over the handle before I hesitantly place my hand on it. This is it.

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[A/N]
Mwahaha cliff hanger. It's been a while since I updated don't cha think???
I've been listening to Heartache on the Bigscreen (by 5SOS what else) on repeat for a few hours I don't have a life umma go put it on the side :)😁 Mikey is like soooo damn photogenic (Michael Clifford)
Anyways how's it going????
Spain was great thanks for asking. I started school on Friday and I'm literally so done with it already it's Sunday.

Thanks for readingggggg xxxx

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