In The End

10: Because CC is a Mother Fu--

     I sigh, clinging to Andy as he carries me out of the hospital while Mason signs me out. Hey, it was either this, or a wheelchair. Besides, it's not like I'm complaining.
    Dad thinks I'm still at work, according to Mason, and he texted the twins to spread the word to my jobs about my ankle, since I refused to tell him where I work. He probably thinks I'm a stripper or something, but I still don't trust him.
   They put a friggin cast on me. It's fat and ugly, and makes me clumsier than I already am. They said it'll come off in three months, and then I'll have to wear a boot for another three. So, basically, I'm going to be wobbling and crippled for the next six months, and they still don't know if I'll heal 100% correctly. The doc said it was a 40% chance. But hey, at least the cast is black and I have a black sock on under it. I hate my toes.
   No dancing, which by the way is a hobby of mine, for at least six months. Or, no dancing ever. Both situations make me want to cry. Never mind, I am crying. I sniffle, unclasping one of my hands from Andy's neck, wiping my tears gingerly. Andy notices.
   "Blade, I'm so sorry. But please don't cry, maybe something good will come from this."
  I let out a bitter laugh. "Dancing was my life. Scouts were always checking out our crew when I was in it, we were always getting sponsor offers, and it was my escape. I highly doubt anything good will come from this." Andy sighs at my words.
"Hey, why were you there anyway?" I ask curiously, and Andy groans, a small smile on his face.
  "Because CC is a mother fu--" as Andy is saying this, a dark dark green truck pulls up, honking twice as Andy says those two no no words. The window rolls down as the truck pulls up in front of us, revealing CC.
"Ooooh yeah," he says, his voice sounding funny, making me giggle and Andy smile. I pull open the backseat door, that way Andy can set me down. That's when we realize CC isn't alone. Ashley is seated in the passenger seat next to him, while Jake and Jinxx sit in the side and middle seats, leaving one door seat open left.
Andy hoists both of us up into the car, setting me in his lap. Mason finally comes out of the hospital and jumps in the trunk bed, banging twice on the rim to let us know we're all ready to roll.
  All the boys are yelling at the top of their lungs, except for Andy, who's covering my ears for me while I break the news about my ankle over text. I know, I know, that's kind of sucky of me, but I'm a chicken.
  Once I'm done, I ask Andy, "so you never told me why you were there." Andy laughs.
   "CC decided it'd be funny to lock me and Jinxx out of the truck when we were leaving our Hot Topic thing, since it's a two day event, and we ended up having to walk. I guess it just so happens that to get to my apartment, we have to go through your neighborhood. We heard a scream and saw you go down. I thought your brother did something and Jinxx had to stop me from beating the shit out of him." I can't help but 'awe' and lean my head on his chest, making him laugh.
   "You didn't have to stay, you know. At the hospital," I confide, and he hugs me, shaking me playfully. He throws his head back and 'yells' "I did because and yeah!" Making me burst into giggles.
   When we pull up, I'm surprised to see Dad's silver Porsche missing from the driveway. Left us alone so soon? Guess he thought he beat me into submission.
   Mason hops out of the back and opens the car door, scooping me out of Andy's lap. I awkwardly fold my hands on my stomach. Andy watches me intently, noticing my uncomfortable stance. I give him a reassuring smile before I'm turned and marched towards the door. I guess the guys follow, because I hear the car door slam and footsteps follow.
   Mason halts at the door, and glances around. Finally, he turns to Andy and offers me to him. "I need to grab the keys. Hold her?" Thanks, I'm an object now, guys. Andy quickly gathers me I his arms once more, while Mason retrieves the keys. I'm about to mention that I have the crutches that I can walk with, when Mason starts to lift me back into his arms.
  "Don't you need to unlock the door?" Andy questions, barely tightening his hold on me, and Mason laughs dryly.
  "I don't mean to be a jerk, but I don't like your hands on my sister."
  I watch Andy's features harden, and he holds me out to my brother, saying, "I don't think you want me holding her when I chew you out." I begin to say I can stand when they start a full on shouting match. I sigh, plucking the keys out of Mason's hands and unlock the house, dropping the keys on the floor and wiggling my way out of Mason's arms, hobbling through the door, knowing both boys are watching me the entire way.

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I sit as far away from the two boys as a can, trying to prove a point with Andy, and trying to break Mason's charade. I still don't believe that he's changed. It just doesn't happen to a person in a week.
I sigh, placing my chin on my hand, staring down at my bulky black cast. It could be worse. It could've been the chances for walking in general are 50% or lower. But, I still may never truly live again.
Because, it I'm being honest, dancing is my life. It's what I'd do when I was ready to end it all. It's what I'd do when I was ready to kill Dad, or die for Mom. It was my escape. Sure, I had to quit the dance crew, but it all ties back to the one man. The devil.
I hate Jeffery Anders. I hate him more than anything I've hated, which is basically nothing, since hate is a strong word I never use. But that man is what fills my waterfall of rage.
I decide I want to go see Kaylee today. She's the kind of bright spirit I need. I quickly grab my crutches, which Mom and Black Veil Brides painted black for me, and hobble towards my car.
Mason and Andy jump up. "What do you need? I'll get it! Where are you going?" Mason rushes, and I gape at him.
I quickly shake it off, and say, "I'm going to the hospital."
"You want to go back? You complained the whole time you were there!"
"I'm going to a different hospital! Don't worry about it, okay?!" I snap, and a part of me immediately feels bad. His eyes fill with hurt and he looks away, clenching his fists barely.
"I'll drive you. You aren't cleared for that yet," Andy says quietly. I nod, and once I'm out the door and it closes behind Andy, he scoops me up.
I gasp in surprise. "I can walk--"
"I know, but that doesn't mean you should. And, no matter what your brother thinks, I'm only trying to help." I sigh, holding my crutches while he carries me to my impala. I throw my crutches in the back before he settles me into the passenger's seat. With that, we go to see Kaylee.

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I didn't expect her to have a visitor, because when I first met her and told her I'd visit her, she'd been over the moon, saying she never got any. But, sitting in her room on the bed across from her, talking to a mercurial Kaylee, is a girl with beautiful midnight blue hair. Her roots are black, and her eyes are a crystal blue. She glances up at me once the door opens.
"Hi! You must be Blade! Kaylee's told me lots about you. I'm Canon!" With this she lets her black painted lips form a smile, her vertical labret piercing looking almost white against the color.
I smile warmly, and wave, since Andy hasn't put me down yet. Kaylee gasps when she sees my cast. The corners of her lips tip downwards, and her big doe eyes fill with tears. "Oh, no! What happ'ned? Aren't you one of the fancy dancers? The ones that do those cool tricks?" I sigh, but nod. Andy carries me towards a chair, but Kaylee makes a 'no' notion and shifts in her bed, patting the now vacant spot next to her. Andy hesitates, and looks at me, and I nod.
   He places me gently down, and I shiver. It's pretty cold in this room, and since most of the bruises on my arms have faded, I've been wearing muscle tees again. Right now, I'm wearing a 'humans aren't real' muscle tee in a lavender shade, a green alien head floating in the center of it, comfy fleece lined high waisted leggings, and one of my sharpied black converse.
    Andy immediately shrugs off his grey zip up hoodie, leaving him in his batman muscle tee, skinny jeans, and his combat boots. I hesitantly take it, shrugging it on and allowing the faint scent of cigarettes and cinnamon to engulf me.
Once he's sure I'm comfortable, he informs me that he's going to be at the mall across the street, and to text if I need him. As soon as he leaves, Kaylee pulls me towards her and lays her head on my shoulder, and for the next hour, all we do is confide in each other, the three of us. I suddenly feel like nothing I the world can reach me with these two girls.

Eh. Awkward place to end the chapter, but oh well