Zach didn’t think much of the sirens until he noticed they were practically right outside his door. Panic rushed through him, because what if it was one of his friends? At the thought he heard a banging on the door and he quickly jumped from the couch.
“Zach! Get out here!” The Italian accent called though the wooden door.
Zach bolted to the door, jerking it open with too much force, but he didn’t really care.
“Nate what the he-” I stopped dead when he saw the scene transpiring over his friends shoulder.
Zach pushed past Nate and ran to the ambulance, watching her get pushed in, blood stained cloth tied around her arm. Paramedics were rushing frantically. Nate and Liam stood close by Zach’s heels, both on the phone, one to Lucas, one to Hannah, telling them to get out there right then. Zach didn’t know if they were home or not. He didn’t care.
“What happened?” He asked a passing paramedic, the desperation clear in his voice.
“Are you family?” he asked.
“Boyfriend,” Zach told him without thinking, was he still her boyfriend?
“I suggest you talk to her father.” He said, before getting back to work, which Zach was in no hurry to stop him from.
His eyes searched frantically until they landed on the tall man he knew to be Allie’s father. Zach ran over to him. “What happened to her?”
“Nothing you need concern yourself with,” he said, cold recognition in his eyes as he looked down on Zach.
“Nothing I need concern myself with?” Zach screamed at him, “She’s in a fucking ambulance, I am beyond concerned!”
Allie’s father just continued to stare at Zach icily, ignoring his shouts.
“Perhaps rather than concern, you should feel guilt,” he spat at Zach before striding off and climbing into the back of the ambulance to be taken to hospital with his daughter.
The words were like a punch to the gut. As the ambulance drove away Zach fell to the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, fear invading his every cell. He felt someone wrap their arms around him, but he didn’t know who. He didn’t care who. Zach cared about nothing in that moment, nothing but Allie.
He looked up to find Liam holding onto a very frightened looking Nate. Hannah was the one who had her arms around Zach, while Lucas sat a few feet away, staring in the direction the ambulance had taken her; the direction it took Allie away from Zach.
“We have to go to the hospital,” He managed to choke out.
Lucas simply nodded; Hannah got up and began pulling Zach to his feet.
“I’ll drive,” Liam offered, letting go of Nate and only taking his hand.
They all headed over to Liam’s car, stumbling over their own feet in their rush to get there and to the hospital; Zach in his rush to get to Allie. He couldn’t get the image out of his head as they drove. Had she done it to herself? Why? Was any of it his fault?
“Liam?” Nate whispered in the front seat.
“What is it Nate?” Liam asked him, taking one hand of the steering wheel and placing it on Nate’s leg.
“Do yo-ou th-thi-ink… W-was it my fa-ault?” he asked, suddenly sobbing.
Why would it be Nate’s fault?
“It’s no one’s fault Nate,” Liam told him in a steady voice, briefly turning his head to look at the boy.
“But-t… Do y-you thin-ink I p-pushed her o-over th-the ed-edge?” He asked again through his sobs.
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Teen FictionAllie was just another average girl until she was uprooted after a tragedy and taken halfway around the world, away from everyone and everything she knew. Her world falls apart, her heart breaks, her faith is gone, because so is her family and so is...
