He Saved Me

|O N E| THE CALL

|O N E| THE CALL

"Paislee, time to get up!" My mom yells from downstairs.

I huff, opening my eyes, and throw my comforter off.

"Coffee." I mumble, entering the dining room.

"Yes, dear. Here." My mother laughs and hands me my thermos.

I take a sip of the coffee. It's just the way I like it; vanilla coffee with hazel nut cream.
I love my parents. My mother, Miranda, is gorgeous. She has blonde hair, like me, and dark blue eyes. My father, Jason, has dark brown hair but light blue eyes, just like mine. My parents are both lawyers. Their hardly ever home, but when they are, they only have time for me.

I take my seat at the dining table. Like every other morning, the whole table is covered in food. My mother always tells me how breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Today our maid, Lucile, has made tons; pancakes, eggs, fruit, croissants, bagels, and bacon. The food is sort of irrelevant to me, I have no choice but to eat, but the coffee is what I get out of the comforts of my bed for.

"Sweetheart, we have to leave tonight for Chicago. We have a huge murder trial. The maid will be here and we should be back by Monday, if the case goes well." My father tells me, putting his paper down.

"What time do you leave?" I ask.

"Our plane leaves at 8 o'clock." He answers.

My mother sighs."Honey, I'm sorry. I know were gone all the time."

"It's okay mom. I understand. I'll miss you both." I smile.

Once I finish my food, I head back upstairs to my room and take a shower. I blow dry and straighten my hair, put on some light makeup, and put on my outfit. I love clothes. My mother always buys me the cutest things. Today I put on a dark blue tank top with a matching floral skirt. I slip on some white flats and head to my car.

Thankfully, for my sixteenth birthday my parents bought me a beautiful black jeep; the kind that doesn't have a top or windows. I absolutely love it.

I live on the outside of town. Our town is very small and quiet. Everyone knows everyone. My school, Creens High is only about a 20 minute drive. Creens High is small. Like Wal-mart small. It's just like any other high school, though.

"Hey Pay." My best friend, Lizzie, says as I open my locker. Her real name is Elizabeth Anne, but she hates her name and will chop anyone's balls off that call her that. We've been best friends since sixth grade. Some little bitch decided it would be funny to knock my lunch tray out of my hands one day. Liz poured a cup of fire ants all over her at P.E. and told her never to mess with us again. The girl moved and Liz and I have been inseparable ever since.

"Hey, Liz." I reply and we head to class.

"So, are the parents going out of town tonight?" She asks, as we take our seats.

"Yup." I tell her. Every Friday, Liz and I go to Carlos' Grill. Most Friday's she stays over.

"Well, were gonna hit the grill after school and then Luke Graham is hosting a party at his lake house. We have to go." She's says excitedly.

"Okay, sounds good." I tell her and we focus on Mrs. Rockwell.

My day goes by quickly. Lizzie and I go to the grill and head to my house. I tell my parents good bye and we dress for the party. I decide on a cute black dress that hits my curves in all the right places. Lizzie picks out a short black skirt and red tank top with killer red and black heels.

"Let's go!" She yells and we leave.

We get to the party and try to find a parking spot. The place is packed. Most of the people here are older than us, since Luke is a senior. We'll probably just spend the whole night standing around like idiots. The music is way too loud and people are already stumbling everywhere. I'm not much of a party person. I'm not sure what is about people and feeling the need to get shit face drunk. That's not me.

"Come on, we'll go get a drink!" Lizzie yells at me over the music. We push our way through all the drunks and nasty couples grinding all over each other and make our way to the kitchen.

The drinks we got are so disgusting and the dance floor is filled with sweaty, horny couples. We stay for about an hour and decide to leave.

Getting home, we change our clothes and go to bed.

Ring- Ring. Ring-Ring.

I wake up to the house phone ringing. Who the hell would be calling at 3 in the morning?

"Hello?" I answer.

"Yes, I'm looking for Miss Paislee Reynolds?" A soft female voice asks.

"This is she. May I ask who is calling?" I ask politely.

"Yes. This is nurse Callahan from St. Germain hospital. I'm sorry to do this over the phone, but we need you to get here immediately. Your parents have been in an accident."