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♡»chapter one: hospital visits «♡

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Flashback:

"Your parents probably aren't together now because of you." The girls teased at me, pushing me down on the hard, cold, locker room floors. I whimper as I try to shut them out, "What's wrong huh? Are you too much of a failure to understand what I'm saying?" One girl screams in my face. What did I ever do to deserve this, what did I ever do to them? My blood boils, hot as oil, my ears burning red as my fists clench together. "Do you hear m-" before the girl could finish, I punch her across the face, causing her to fall over. "Oh, she did not just fucking do that. Get her ass!" The girl cursed. All I could feel was nothing but utter pain, tears streaming down my face. I cried out for help, I could hear my voice echo out to the halls, spreading like wildfire. It hurt so bad, I began to go numb, "That's what you fucking get bitch, think twice before you touch me again." She laughs at me, as she continues to kick at my bleeding body. This girl seriously needs to cut her nails, because they are too sharp.. My ear begins to fade out all sounds, all I hear is the pounding sounds made against my body, my vision begins to blur, until all of that stopped, I heard the footsteps of someone that sounds masculine.

My eyes open wide, this boy appears out of nowhere, he has a phone in his hand as I hear his camera shutter. "Huh, I would love for the school to see how the most popular girls in school are not as sweet and innocent as everyone makes them out to be," He chuckles. "Now, leave the girl alone and scatter." The girl and her clique laugh. They are all dressed in short skirts and pink tank tops. "What makes you think we will listen?" She said, bitterly. "What makes you think I won't send this to your parents, or the entire school, hm?" He slicky threatened. I watch as she grits her teeth, "Ugh!" she exclaims, "C'mon girls, too much freaks in the room right now." I lift my head after that line, heavily groaning in pain. Instantly, I feel a piercing torture along my back. His hand extends out to me, I tightly grip onto his hand to try to regain my balance, but my attempts fail and I fell back on the ground. He instantly picks me up and carry me with my arms wrapped around his neck. "Are you cold? You are shaking, a lot." He whispers in my ear, worried. Maybe because I just got beaten up. I nod in reply. "It's okay, you've got me, I'm Garrett." "I- I'm Audrey." I stutter out.

Flashback Over

I shuddered at the thought. I hadn't spoken to Garrett in a couple weeks. He stormed out on me after I apparently made him "livid", which I had no intention to. It was a silly argument, I sometimes tell myself we fight like a married couple. My dad was now in a coma, due to a mugging incident. The doctors had said my dad has blunt force trauma to the head. I've been meaning to tell Garrett but I'm too scared that he would run away once more. I turn my head left, and I looked at my father, lying still as can be, with multiple tubes going in and out of him. I whip my head away, and cover my mouth with my hand. I couldn't let him go, but I have to. He won't wake up. I swallowed my pride and sat down in the chair next to his bed.

A knock comes on the door, and there he was. Garret. My teeth instinctively clench together.

"Hi.." He mumbled, upset. He was the one that stormed out, why is he upset?

"Well, hi there! How do you do? Need some sugar?" I sarcastically spat. He shook his head, and shuffled his feet. "I-I wanted to apologize, yanno, for walking out you like that. I didn't mean it.." He trailed off, his eyes piercing through me. 'So, then why'd you storm off?" I questioned, furthering the conversation. "I was mad..' I wanted so bad to smack him across the face and be the one to storm off this time. Instead, I kept my cool. "You have emotions?" I held back a laugh. He giggled in response, and nodded. He kept his hands in his pockets and lifted his head in the direction of my father. "What happened to him?" His eyes widened as if he realized something. "Well, he has many tubes in his body, so obviously there's something wrong," I pestered, letting him know I saw his look. He chuckled, almost, nervously, and looked away. "Yeah..But what happened?"

"He was uh..mugged, and left there. Docs don't think he's coming out that state any time soon, said something about damage to the head." I was on the brink of tears. I had so many good memories with my dad, and I wasn't going to let that end without putting up a fight. "Do the..cops have any idea who did it?" He piped up. I was shocked at this sudden remark, but assumed it was because he wanted to know if the criminal had been caught.

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A/N: Kelsea here! Me & trish wrote the first chapter together I hope you guys enjoyed this storyline so far! // Trish here! I am so proud of the first chapter to be honest, this might be one of the best written/planned out story I have ever written with someone. Kelsea is such a talented writer & I am so glad to be working with her, until next time.

-xox trish & kelsea