Chapter 4

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Hope's POV

After my fight with Rochelle I stormed out and got into my car to go home. My mind was strangely foggy though, and it took me a few minutes to jam the key into the started. I wasn't exactly sure why Rochelle was mad at me, or why I was upset with her. I tried to shake the cobwebs from my head.mi just needed to get home and sleep this off.

I must have overlooked the stop sign, because the next thing I know, I see a car out of the corner of my eye. I had no time to step on the brakes, even if my drunk mind had register the fact that we were on a collision course.

All I felt was a strong impact from my left side, and a 'crunch' from the metal of the door. Pain. My head slams against something hard, and my world goes dark.

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