The Spark

Chapter 11

Lily's POV
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I lay in my bed, when suddenly, the cell door opens. I jump up, only to see my least favorite guard, Chuck. Chuck is ignorant, annoying, and not to mention, he's flirted with me multiple times! He's 45 years old! It's disgusting. "What do you want?!" I yell/ask. "You've been bailed out." He informs me. My eyes widen. I've been bailed out! YES! "I hate to see my favorite little girl go. Maybe you can come over to my place some time." He says with a wink. "Ugh! In your dreams you big pervert!" I yell at him. "Eh... Whatever." He shrugs as he hands me my normal clothes. Finally I can get out of this annoying jumpsuit. I order him to leave, and I go into the back corner of my cell to change. When I'm changed, a different guard comes and leads me out to the courtyard, where whoever bailed me out is. Its Jackson! I say to myself. I haven't seen him yet, but I know it's him. As I walk out to the courtyard, I see my mom. MY MOM KNOWS IM IN PRISON? I'm so dead. I don't care though, so I run over to her, bringing her into a bone crushing hug. She hugs me back, then says, "You have a lot of explaining to do." As we get in the car, my mom asks/yells at me, "WHY THE HELL WERE YOU IN PRISON?!" I explain everything that happened, and by the time I'm done, she is bawling. "I can't believe you went through all that!" She sobs. "I'm just glad my baby is alright." She says, sniffling. I smile at her, then say, "Can we go and see Jackson?" She turns silent, and I fear the worst. "Mom?" I ask, my voice laced with concern. My mom looks up at me, and says the exact same thing I didn't want to hear. "Honey... He's back in the hospital, they don't know is he's going to make it..." I start sobbing uncontrollably and my mom hugs me, whispering supportive words in my ear. I don't pay any attention though, because I feel as though it's my fault he is back in the hospital. "We have to go see him!" I say, my sobbing turning into a soft cry. She sighs, defeated. "Alright. But just for you." She says and smiles at me. When we finally arrive at the hospital, I start getting nervous. Will he not want to see me? Will he believe it's my fault, just like I do? My mom and I sit in the waiting room, and she hugs me, trying to calm me down. Suddenly, a doctor walks out into the waiting room. I immediately stand up. "Are you here to see Jackson Collin?" He asks. "Yes!" I say. "Alright," the doctor says, looking at his clipboard, "his stitches came out after he had been running. He has lost a lot of blood, and we aren't sure if he is going to make it. I'm very sorry." He informs me. I nod slowly, then think of something I want to ask. "Why was Jackson running?" The doctor looks at his clipboard again, then says, "A prison guard says that Jackson says someone was trying to kill him, and that he was right behind him. The guard arrested the suspect, then A different guard saw Jackson bleeding, and called 911. That's when Jackson blacked out. The suspect was fingerprinted, and was later identified as Nick Black." I stare at him in horror, and so does my mom. "Oh my God... Jackson almost died because of him! We both almost died because of him!" I sit down on a chair and my mom hugs me, whispering supportive things in my ear. I cry softly, not wanting to draw much attention to myself. "Doctor Johnson to room 367 please!" A voice announces over the intercom. "I'm sorry, but duty calls." Doctor Johnson says and walks away. I'm left with only my thoughts and questions run wild in my head. I had no idea that we sat in the waiting room for an hour, but we did. A nurse walks into the room and says, "He's awake." I jump over and run over to her, and she leads me and my mom into room 284. We walk into the room, and I start crying again when I see Jackson. He sees me too, and he looks surprised. I walk over to him, sniffling. "Lily?" He says. "I thought you were in prison! How'd you get out?" He asks. "My mom bailed me out." I say, pointing to my mom. He nods, and I walk over to my mom and the nurse. "Can I please have some time alone with Jackson?" I ask, hopeful. They nod and leave the room. I bring a chair over to the side of Jacksons hospital bed and sit down. "How do you know Nick?" I ask him. "He was my bully in middle school. Back then, I was the nerd who got an A in every class. After middle school ended, I became tougher to defend myself from him. It worked pretty well until now." He says. I nod. "How do you know him?" He asks me. "He was my boyfriend, but he tried to kiss me before I was ready, and I broke it off with him. I guess he hates me now. Enough to try to kill me..." I say, looking him straight in the eyes. He smirks and says, "So... I was your first kiss?" I chuckle. "Ya, you were." I say. He smiles a genuine smile and I can't help but smile back. "So? Wanna watch tv?" He asks me. "Sure!" I reply. He turns the tv on, and we watch the news for awhile. When Jackson is about to turn off the tv, a breaking news story comes on. I grab the remote from him, because I want to see what the story is about. Breaking news. Teen Nick Black has committed suicide in his holding cell at the local prison. We are yet to find out what happened. We will return to this story when we find out more. I turn the tv off and look at Jackson. He looks just as astonished as I do. "Jackson.." I whisper. He looks at me. "This means we don't have to worry about him going after us anymore!" I say. He smiles and me, and I press my lips on his. I pull away, smiling. We both were. I hug him just as the nurse and my mom walk in. "Visiting hours are over, Jackson needs his rest." The nurse says. I give Jackson a quick kiss and walk over to my mom. We wave goodbye and my mom and I walk out to the car. As we get in the car, I have this overwhelming feeling that something bad is going to happen. I blow it off, and think, eh, nothing to worry about, probably just my period coming. Wait! No! Not my period! Anything but that! My mom drives out onto the highway, and we start talking about nothing in particular. Just then, a truck swerves into our lane. "MOM!!!" I scream. It's too late. The truck barrels into us, and our car flips over. I don't know what happened, but the next thing I know, I'm outside of the car, and the car is on fire. "NO!!!" I yell. I try to stand up, but I have a big gash on my head, and my leg looks twisted out of proportion. I wince in pain when I try crawling, and then blood drips down onto my face. My head... I think. This is bad. I look over and see the truck, also flipped over, and the driver laying on the ground. I squint at him, and notice a smashed bottle of beer laying beside him. Oh my God... He's drunk! I lost my mom to a drunk driver, I broke my leg, and my head is bleeding uncontrollably. Just as I finish that thought, my moms car explodes, and I am blasted into the concrete barrier separating the flows of traffic. I hit my head on he barrier, and the last thing I see is a couple running over to me.
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Sorry this is such a long chapter, but there were a lot of things to write. Also, I would like to thank POKERFACE111 for helping me out with this chapter. If anyone has any suggestion on what i should write for my next chapter, comment them and I will see if I like them :) Sorry that takes so long for me to write new chapters, but I don't have my own computer, and it's pretty hard to write on the phone.