Cethany Fanfiction: What About Us?

Beth needs help. {14}

Bethany's POV:

I was now driving down the street, not knowing where to go. Should I call in and stay in a hotel? Or should I go back to Connor, Kian, and JC's flat?

I was so confused what to do. Here I am just driving down the road, in the dark might I say, not knowing what to do or where to go.

I turned the corner and saw bright lights, coming straight at me. The car was coming towards me was going all over the road. I swerved to try to pull over to let him pass. I was now panicking.

It was too late, he crashed into me. I screamed.

I looked over and saw this man, with a beer can sitting next to him, sitting in his car, bloody. He looked farmiliar, but I couldn't make out his face completely. I wanted to help him, but I couldn't, I needed to pull myself out of my car right now. I couldn't. My foot was stuck under the dash of my car. I couldn't get out. I was freaking out now.

I felt something dripping down my face. I could barely lift my hand up to my face to wipe it away. I lifted my arm up, struggling, wiping the blood away from my forehead. It hurt, bad.

I scrunched my face up, wincing from the pain.

I saw another car driving down the road. They stopped and yelled, "hello?! Is everyone okay?"

"I'm here! It hurts! But I'm okay. I think. Call 911." I yelled back. It hurt to yell. I think I got a cut on my stomach, and that's why.

"Okay!" The woman called back.

After about 5 minutes of her being on the phone with the police, she came over to me and said, "I'm going to try to help you out, okay?"

"Okay." I said.

She grabbed my arm and started to lightly pull on it. I pushed the dash with my feet, trying to help her get me out of my now wrecked car. I got out after about 3 minutes of trying.

I crawled over to the grass and laid down on it. The minute I laid down, I started to cry. I couldn't believe what was going on. I just wanted Connor. No. I don't. He is the reason I'm out here like this. He made me leave, but I still wanted him. Did I?

I grabbed my phone out of my sweatshirt pocket. It was cracked, but still working. I clicked on my messages application. I saw that I had 13 text messages, 3 voicemails, and 7 missed calls. All from Connor.

Most saying, "Babe, come back." Or "Bethany I love you so much. Come back."

I texted back saying, "Come down by Lake McKiney."

He arrived within 10 minutes. Once he saw what had happened, his eyes went wide and he ran over to me. The police were now here and I could hear them discussing what was going on.

"Bethany! Oh my god babe! What the fuck happened?" Connor yelled, sounding worried.

"He was a drunk driver. He came around the corner and hit me. It hurts babe."

He came over to me and held me up, hugging me, lightly. He wiped the blood from my face and said, "This I is my fault. You left because of me. Oh my God. You could've died and it would've been on me. Holy fuck. Bethany I love you so so much. Don't ever leave me again." He kissed me on the cheek before the police came over to me.

"Ma'm? May we ask you some questions?" The officer named Bill asked me.

"Yes." I replied.

"What happened?" Bill started.

"He was drinking. He came around the corner and I tried to swerve so he wouldn't hit me. He did though." I said. I was now crying harder than before.