The Bad Boy Returns

Chapter 33: I Promise

KAT'S POV
I lay on my back as I look up to see smoky darkness surrounding me. I feel it enter my body, causing me to have a coughing fit as my lungs fill up with charred air. My head begins pounding as if someone were throwing rocks at it. I attempt to lift my head, letting out a piercing scream as the pain surges through my body. I lay there limp as I try moving my weak body.
I turn my head, wincing as I look around at my surroundings.
I find myself stuck inside my moms mangled car. Everywhere I look there is metal being pushed against me. To my left I find my mom, awake, looking disorienting. I look away from her as I feel something wet race down my forehead. Lifting my hand, gingerly I touch it, bringing it down the my face. The crimson liquid covers my hand as I gasp loudly. Tears well up in my heavy eyes as I start feeling the extent of my pain.

Why didn't I realize it sooner?
I could've stopped her!

That's when I begin to hear the whine of sirens coming closer and closer. My eyes begin to droop as I feel the sticky blood drain the energy from my body, making me weak and frail. As the ambulance approaches closer to our area I'm encapsulated into darkness.

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SHANE'S POV
I am woken up abruptly by two hands shaking my body vigorously. I look up to find my mom over my body, tears running down her face. I sit up immediately, on alert. "Mom? What's wrong? What happened mom?!" I ask, frantically, pulling the blanket off, standing up with her. "It's Kat..." She meets my eyes. My heart begins to quicken at her words. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, shaking my head. "Shane...she's in the hospital." She explains, watching me as I move quickly to get dressed, shaking my head. "How?!" I yell, not meaning to. "Her mom was drunk driving last night when she left, she didn't know and they-they crashed." She explains. My shock turns into anger as I clench my jaw. "I'm gonna- I've gotta-I'll be back." I stutter, running out of the house, jumping into my car and racing to the hospital.

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I search for the room frantically after the front lobby nurse told me what room she was in. I go down what feels like fifty halls until I find her room. I slow down as I see her dad standing by the door looking somber.
He looks up as I approach, standing in front of him. "Shane...." He seems to relax. My eyes search his face, waiting for him to says something. When he doesn't I speak instead.
"Is she going to be okay?" I ask, impatiently, my voice cracking.
"Oh god yes, she's going to be fine. She got the worst of the crash and lost a lot of blood, causing her to pass out but they say she'll be completely okay." He reassures me. I release a breath that I've been holding since I found out, nodding.
"Go ahead." He says as if he read my mind. "She's not awake but you're probably the only person she'll want to see after this." He points to the room.
"I wouldn't be so sure." I mumble, making my way into the room nonetheless. I walk in, my eyes falling on her sleeping figure. Her forehead is bandaged up and she's got cuts and bruises everywhere.
I pull up a chair next to her bed, settling into it. I lick my dry lips, scanning her injuries. If this is the worst of it everyone else must have gotten out almost unscathed.
I reach over to her face, placing my palm against it, it feels scalding against my cold hands. I caress her cheek softly with my thumb.
It was such a stupid idea to try and stop talking to her. Especially when I knew that it wasn't going to dim my feelings in anyway. I tried everything I could to make her hate me. With the smoking and the girl and acting like a complete asshole. Doing things that I would never really do. But none of it worked, she would still look at me for help and I would watch over her and protect her even when she didn't realize it. It didn't push her away at all and it's not going to make this any easier.

I grab a single white flower from the small vase behind me holding it in my other hand for her as I continue caressing her face, bending over to give her a small kiss on the cheek. When I move my face back she begins to stir, weakly gripping my arm by her face. She moves her head to the left, slowly opening her eyelids. Her eyes land on me and I give her a small smile, moving closer. "Hey, Kitty. How are you feeling?" I ask, smiling down at her. She look at me tiredly, her eyes surrounded by purple shade. "What? Now you want to talk to me?" She croaks, bitterness in her tone. I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry, I really am. I will explain everything when you're okay and out of this place. I promise." I say shakily, handing her the flower with a smile. "Okay." She nods her head, the morphine still wearing off. I pull my arm down taking her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. "Do you know what happened?" She asks me, trying to keep her eyes open. "Yeah, I know." I tell her.
She scrunches her eyebrows, her heart beat quickening. "I tried to stop her...but she wouldn't...I couldn't..." She cries, gripping my hand. "Kat, this is not your fault. You are the last person the blame, your mom lied to you." I tell her, forcing her to look at me. With my free hand I wipe the escaped tears from her face, willing her to stop. She leans into my touch, shutting her eyes.
I look up and see her mom and dad come in, police men behind them in the hall. Her mom is unscathed but handcuffed. Her dad looks angrily at her mom, with a rage I can relate to.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I left." She slurs, still a little tipsy. Kat glares at her before turning her head away from her. "I don't want to talk to you." She mumbles into the pillow. My face is neutral as I look up to see her mom burning holes into my head.
"This is your fault." She's says at me.
I stand up, still holding her daughter's hand.
"No. This is your fault!  You did this to your daughter! I hope for her sake you get the help you need." I say, trying to keep my cool.
She gawks at my response, while Kat's dad looks to me, proudly. Before she gets the chance to say anything else, she is taken away by the police officers, followed by Kat's dad, who has to answer some follow up questions.
I look down to see her giving me the most grateful look I've ever seen. Even with tear stained cheeks and bruises she looks as cute as always. She sits up, moving her body slowly to the right, patting the spot next to her. I softly sit down, trying carefully not to bump into her.
She moves closer to me, placing her head against my shoulder. I place my arm around her gingerly. We lace our fingers back together, resting them on my lap. We stay like that for a while, relishing in the silence. I look down at her soft features and my heart begins to break.
In a weeks time I won't have this anymore and it is slowly eating me alive.
"Thanks Shane." I hear Kat say against my shirt. I look at her with confusion. "For what?" I ask, sincerely.
"For always being there for me." She says her eyes drifting off. "Even though you hate me." She slowly falls asleep against my shoulder. "I don't hate you Kat." I say, making sure she's fully asleep.
"I love you, that's the problem."

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