Smoke and Glass | A Triles fanfic

Chapter 6

AN: Thanks so much for one hundred reads! I really didn't think this story was going to go anywhere, but this has proved me wrong. I've got some great ideas for this story and I'm excited to share them.

I woke up dazed and confused with no idea where I was. My head throbbed and my body felt like I was trapped inside of a sauna. Sweat dripped down my back and forehead, dampening the bed I was resting on.

"Where am I?" I whispered to myself.

"Hey, you're awake." I turned my head slowly to see Esme sitting in a small wooden chair against the wall next to my silent sister.

"What's going on?" I asked, not really directing the question to a single one of them.

"I could ask you the same question."

I whipped my head around to the sound of my fathers voice. I hadn't noticed before, but he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Below him Hunter and my mother sat on a bench next to each other.

My breath caught at the sight of him. Why was he here? Where was I here? "Can someone please explain to me what's going on?" I asked sharply. I was starting to panic.

"You really don't remember, do you?" Frankie asked bitterly. When I shook my head, she sighed and crossed her arms in the same fashion my Dad had. "You attacked me, Miles. You got mad and attacked me, and Hunter too."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, nice try. Now, what's really going on?"

My smirk faded when her expression didn't change. "You're serious."

"As a heart attack."

I looked down at my lap, more confused now than ever. What did she mean I attacked her? All I remembered was driving away from Esme's place...

"How did I get here?"

Esme got up and sat next to me in the bed, running her skinny fingers through my hair. "After you left," she began, sighing. "I got a phone call from the police department saying that my boyfriend had gotten in an accident. When I got there, they told me Zig had gotten hurt in a really bad car accident, and when I asked who hit him, they said it was you."

I gasped despite myself. "Is he alright?"

"He will be. Right now he's got a pretty bad concussion and a broken leg, but he should be back to normal in no time."

I sighed loudly and tried to run a hand through my hair, only to be stopped by some handcuffs tight on my wrists. I glanced at Esme for an explanation, but she just smiled sadly. I put it aside and tried to focus on the problem at hand: I almost killed Zig Novak. Part of me wanted to be happy that my worst public enemy was in the hospital, but the other half was petrified that I was the one who put him there. After a moments silence, all I could think to say was ,"Oh my God."

Esme put a hand on my shoulder. "When they found you, you were unconscious. I wasn't there when you woke up the first time; I was with Zig."

"But I was." Frankie chimed in. "The police called the house phone, and you're lucky I was the one who answered. I got here as soon as I could, but you were still unconscious when I walked in. The doctors took samples of your blood work and found out about your little pill popping secret. They told me that when you woke up, the mixture of pain killers and the gas from the breathing machine you were hooked up to would make you seem like another version of yourself; hyperactive and irritable. They said with my consent you could be put to sleep until the symptoms passed, but I refused.

"We got into a fight afterwards and I believed the side effects were starting to show. I thought you were going to hurt me when you grabbed my arm."