I had gotten up at 6:30am. I immediately started getting ready. I brushed my teeth, curled my hair, and got dressed.
I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a blue peplum top. I shoved on a pair of old converse and went downstairs.
I went to the kitchen, I was about to grab my breakfast when I noticed my mother.
She was sitting at the table. She was sobbing quietly.
I walked over. "Mom?" She looked up. She started wiping her eyes. "Hunny sit down,"
I sat down across from her. "What's going on?" I felt myself starting to panic.
"Last night, after you went to sleep, I guess David, a few other guys and Marcel got in a fight, on that old abandoned street, um, Castles Way,"
My whole mind felt like it was kicked into over drive. I shoved the chair back. "W-Where is he?" I said going to the counter grabbing my keys.
"Who?" My mother asked.
Is she serious. "Marcel!" I yelled.
"He at the hospital.." She whispered.
"Yeah?! Where's David?" I was screaming. Breaking the silence.
"The police, don't know!" She argued back. I ran from the kitchen out of the house.
I ripped open my car door, and skidded my car out of the driveway, leaving tire marks.
I couldn't believe this. Why the hell was Marcel down there in the middle of the night, who did he talk to on the phone, 'thanks for arranging that,' arranging what?! I got onto the highway and started towards the hospital.
The limit was 65 M.P.H and I was pushing it to 90. I knew I needed to stop, I was going to get pulled over, I eased the gas down to 76. I took deep breaths.
He's fine. He's okay. He's fine. He's okay. I kept thinking to myself. I found the exit to the hospital. It took me fifteen minutes to find it once off the highway.
It was huge. It was t small it was huge. My stomach starts stirring. They kept him threw the night. He wouldn't be here if he was okay.
I pulled into a parking spot running tree the doors. The place smelt overwhelmingly clean. I rushed up to the main desk.
"Please, I'm looking for Marcel Styles," I rushed out of breath.
"Are you family?" She asked. I decided to lie.
"No uh, we're engaged," I said. If I said girlfriend there would be no way she would let me in.
The women at the desk gave me a room number. She wouldn't tell me anything after that.
I started following signs and walked as fast as I could without running. I found the room number. 1468.
My breathing was erratic. I opened the door and saw his face.
Authors note: cliffhanger, let me know what you think, ch.11 later today
