Seventeen || (I Might Never Admit It But, I'm) Wrapped Around Your Finger

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A/N: I'm not entirely happy with this chapter. But oh well...

Previously on Pieces:

Maybe distance wouldn't be so bad. They did say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Maybe there was hope for us yet. Maybe.

Maybe all we had was maybes.


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Seventeen || (I Might Never Admit It But, I'm) Wrapped Around Your Finger


The phone ringing off the hook woke me up. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table, calculating the time it would most likely be in the US. It was a habit I picked up since Calum left.

"Ate?" Alanna's voice, or at least what I could tell above all the background noise and apparent sobbing, filtered through the line. "Ate, I'm sorry did I wake up?"

"Aly, I can barely hear you. What's going on?"

The noises faded away, but I could still hear hiccups and sniffling.

"Aly, are you crying?" I sat up in bed, extremely worried now. "What's going on? Where are you? Are you alright?"

"I don't know who else to call," Alanna was full on sobbing now. "Her parents are still out of town but they're already on their way. Nathan's probably pulling into the parking lot now. They won't let me see her so I'm just standing around. I don't know what to do, Ate."

"Alanna, calm down. Where's Max?"

"She- Oh God!" I couldn't understand most of what she was saying. But words like 'crash' and 'blood' drained the blood out of my face. I had to hold on to the banister as I made my way down to the kitchen.

"Thea, you still there?" A new voice snapped me back to attention. "Shh, Alanna. Pull yourself together. Thea?"

"Nathan, I'm here. What the fvck is going on?!'

"I don't have all the details yet. But from what I gathered, Max was in a car accident coming up from La Union. The rain hasn't let up for a while now, making the roads extremely slippery."

"Oh my God," I froze by the doorway. "Nate, please tell me she's okay."

"I don't know, Thea. We're standing outside the ER. They won't let us in. Oh, wait. Hey, where-" I couldn't hear the rest of Nathan's sentence. He most likely put the phone down. I walked into the living room and tried to sit down and calm my nerves.

"They're taking her into surgery. She's lost too much blood."

"Nate," I gripped the armrest so tightly that my knuckles turned white. "I'm taking the next flight out."

"You'll do no such thing," he argued with me. "Look, your mom just arrived. We'll take care of her and we'll let you know what happens. You're not getting on a plane. Am I making myself clear?"

"But-"

"Stay put, Thea," he said firmly. "We'll call you back."

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