The Juice is Worth the Squeezed

Chapter 20-I Guess I Need To Go Now

So I'm wondering what are your thoughts about my style of writing... was it good so far? Because when I'm rereading to edit, I find it kind of dull... any tips for me? And please don't forget to VOMMENT :D Thanks and enjoy :)

Methel POV

What have I done wrong to deserve these bad things happening in my life? I asked myself as I stared back at the girl in front of the mirror with blood shot eyes.

Another sprinkle of tear falls from my left eye unwantedly. Thinking about all the things all that happened, who wouldn't?

First is what happened to Geoffrey, when I woke up, I was already in the hospital with no idea where the gray eyed idiot was. Phillip, Josh and Kristine are there when I came back to my senses after a day and a half of being unconscious.

Kristine immediately hugs me in a bone crashing embrace even though I still feel fragile and weak, my best friend being there for me made me stronger even more.

"Thank God," she muttered with tears on her face, "you're finally awake now."

I was about to asked her what's the matter, why her face looks grave when suddenly I remembered Geoffrey.

"Where's Geoffrey?" I asked the three of them, my voice quite alarmed.

At first, no one answered so I asked the question again, and this time, it was Phillip who answered me.

"He's on ICU," muttered Phillip, giving me a neutral look.

"Intensive Care Unit? Why? What happened?" I asked in alarm as I remembered vivid memories of him writhing in pain before I fell unconscious when he rescued me on that abandoned building.

"He's in a bad shape Methel," admitted Josh who looks not cheerful today, not like what I always see to his baby face.

Tears roll down on my face as it struck me, this is all my fault! If I'm not idiot enough to be kidnapped in the middle of the street, I won't need rescuing and Geoffrey will be just fine and will be his usual self today, arrogant, caring but nevertheless loves me and will do anything for me, even if that means giving his life.

"Don't worry Methel," muttered Phillip giving me a small encouraging smile while standing beside my bed, "from what I heard, he is stable now, though he will be needing to  go abroad for further medical help."

"Further medical help? Why? What really happened? Is he ok?" I asked confused and scared about Geoffrey's condition.

Josh and Phillip looks at each other before the latter spilled the beans.

"Geoffrey was been shot, but luckily only once, T.J. got there and shot the guy himself before the kidnapper can make another one aimed on Geoffrey's head because if not, Geoffrey is probably dead by now."

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After learning that Geoffrey was been shot, my hearing and ability to think properly just vanished all of a sudden. I was just staring at the empty space, not hearing anything but only my own ragged breathing. I didn't even noticed that Phillip and Josh already left while Kristine patiently waited until I get back to my own senses. Its after an hour and a half when something snaps into me, "Where are my parents?"

"Kristine," I mumbled not knowing if my best friend heard me or not, "where is Ma and Pa?"

She didn't respond so I stared at her, to find her having that grave look again.