Babygirl || G.D

Chapter 1

*Annabelle is on the left, Shawn is in the middle, Grayson is on the right*

Annabelle's POV

I get in the car with my brother Shawn and he looks at me and says

"So. How was it?"

I sigh and shrug my shoulders

"I don't know. Just another private school."

"Annabelle. You can't just say no to every single school we go to. Why don't you wanna go to this one?"

"Same reason I don't wanna go to all the others."

Shawn looks at me turning off the car.

"Annabelle Grace Coulter. I don't know is not a valid answer."

I pull my phone out, and see that I have no notifications. I lock my phone and slide it into my Patagonia pullover pocket. I look at Shawn and say

"Shawn. Please."

He looks at me and says

"Okay. Chick-fil-a?"

I smile and say

"Duh."

We pick up our food and head home. I walk in the house and hear the tiny "click-click" of Bella running down the stairs. The white pug starts wagging her tail and looking up at me. I smile at her and say

"Come on Bella, lets go outside."

I walk through the house, lay my purse on the kitchen island and walk through the french doors, to the patio. I sit down and wait for Shawn. He walks outside and sits down with me. We start to eat making small talk throughout. I look up and see Shawn looking at me.

"What?"

"You're going."

"Shawnnnnnn"

"You have to go to school and I think this one is the right one."

"Foxcroft? Really?"

"Yes Annabelle."

"Fine."

I finish my food and walk back inside. It's the fall, finally. Fall weather in Texas is wonderful. I head upstairs and turn the corner and go into my room. I walk in my closet and take off my tan bean boots from l.l bean, leaving me in my J.Crew camp socks.I check my phone and see that I still have no notifications. As expected. I walk back downstairs, Bella following behind me. As I walk down the stairs I see Bella run ahead of me and I feel my feet slip out from under me (this exact thing actually happened to me) and I fall down the stairs hearing a gut wrenching snap when I land. I start crying, and hear Shawn come running in from the game room. I look down and through teary eyes, I realize I can't feel my right knee. Shawn comes in and picks me up, one arm under my legs, and the other holding my back. He rushes to the car, opening the door he puts me in the back, I'm still crying and he runs to the drivers side and starts the car. He grabs the wheel with shaky hands and says

"Shhhhh you're okay. Breathe. Annabelle. Breathe."

I take a deep breath, and he stops at a stoplight and the car jerks forward, sending a jolt of pain up my leg. He mumbles

"Screw it"

under his breath and runs the red light. He rushes to the hospital, over the speed limit, being followed by 2 policemen. I keep crying, worried and anxious. I think to myself

"What if I can't walk anymore. What if I won't be able to dance. What if I'm stuck in a wheelchair forever."

We pull up to the hospital by the E.R center and Shawn jumps out of the front seat and opens the door running, carrying me inside the E.R. The policemen run behind Shawn as I start to have a panic attack. I start shaking, I feel my throat closing up and I can't breathe. Shawn notices and he sits down right where we're at, holding me into his chest, rocking back and forth whispering soothing things. He runs his fingers through my hair as I continue to cry, overwhelmed by everything going on. Shawn realizes he's done everything he can and he sets me down in a chair, much to my dismay, as I feel that same shooting pain shoot up my leg. I see the policemen walk up to him, while he's checking me into the E.R. I see them write him a ticket and get nervous. He walks over and says

"They gave me a speeding ticket, but thats all. A fine of $250 don't worry. The nurse said you we can go ahead and take you to a room."

Shawn picks me up and carries me back to the room, laying me on the bed. I try to sit up, and cry out in pain. The doctor walks in and says

"Hi Annabelle, I need you to take your jeans off so I can look at your leg. I'll let you do that, and will be back in a couple of minutes."

I look at Shawn and he says

"I think you have a pair of spandex in the car."

In a split second, he's run to the car and come back with a pair of black Nike pro's. He looks at me and says

"We're gonna have to cut your jeans."

I frown but don't protest. He grabs some scissors and cuts my favorite American Eagle skinny jeans off as he helps me get my spandex on. Me wincing and crying a little as we go, because it hurts so much. The doctor comes back in and says from the looks of it, you have a broken patella. But just to be sure we need to do x-rays. I nod unable to speak and they put me in a wheelchair, my right leg elevated and Shawn wheels me to the x-ray wing. My head leaning against my right hand, my left hand rubbing my eyes, trying to
keep from crying. Shawn kisses my cheek whispering to me

"It's gonna be okay."