wrong love

Chapter seventeen:

_________Bryan________

                 

                  I didn't know how drunk I was but I thought I would be able to drive so I got in my car and drove off. The yellow lines were fading in and out of my vision. For a few seconds at a time everything would look warped. I knew I was swerving and I heard faint sirens and saw red and blue light glowing behind me. “Crap." I mumbled. I meant to pull over to my right but I swerved left. All I can remember was headlights coming towards me. I remember my car hitting the divider. Lights blurred all around me. I remember bits of being in the ambulance. People talking saying things like “C'mon" and “Stay with me now." But after that, my world was black.

Chapter eighteen:

   ____________ Christina_________

    

            I got the call about Bryan at 12:30. I was sitting at home making a mental list of reasons I was done dating, when my phone vibrated. I didn't recognize the caller ID but answered.

“Hello?" I asked.

“Is this Christina?"

“Yes. Who is this?"

“This is Bryan' s mom."

“How did you get my number?"

“Logan. He was at the hospital with his mom, I told him what happened and he told me to call you." Logan's mom has Lukemia.

“Why were you at the hospital?" I asked slowly. “And what happened?"

“It's Bryan, he... He was in an accident."

         

             When I got to the hospital, the lady wouldn't let me in to see him. “Please. I have to know he's okay." I begged. “Sorry sweetie. No visitors for him right now."

“But why?"

“He is in critical condition."

     Bryan' s mom and dad walked in to the waiting room. “Mr. and Mrs. Smith!" I said to them “It's Christina!" Mrs. Smith walked over to the counter. “It's okay she will just wait with us." She said to the counter lady. She nodded and we walked to the chairs but didn't sit. Mr. Smith was sitting with his head in his hands and his knees in his lap. “Christina." She said with tears in her eyes. “Bryan talks about you so much." She pulled me into a hug and I gave her one in return. When we were done I noticed she now had tears streaming down her face. “What happened?" I asked but already knew the answer. He was drunk. I should have drove him home. I starting crying and Mrs. Smith put her hand on my shoulder. “He was intoxicated." I cried more. “He was getting pulled over and... He went to the left. His car was smashed by a mini van. The car spun out and hit the divider."

I collapsed on to the floor into a ball and cried. “Honey." She bent down next to me. “This is my fault." I whispered. “No it's not." She said flatly. “It is. I should have drove him home. But I didn't..."

“Sweetie. Where's your mom?" She asked.

“Asleep. She's with my sister. She doesn't really care about where I am."

“Where is your dad?"

I looked up. She was sitting on a chair now with her hand on Mr. Smith's knee. My dad died in a car accident. No. Not Bryan too. I stood up and my breathing was fast and I was panicky. “Christina? Do you need me to call somebody?" Mr. Smith asked. I looked around. There were only to other people, who were asleep on each others shoulders. Everything was like slow motion. I was sweating and felt sick. I couldn't hear anything except my heart beating. I ran down the hallway and out to the doors but ran into someone and fell on my back. “Ouch." I said. “Sorry my bad." I thought it was Bryan. I stood up and hugged him. When I pulled back, it wasn't Bryan. “I'm so sorry." I said. “No big deal. I guess I'm not the only one having a rough ni- wait, you're Christina"