MIRRORS.

Chapter 17

Kairo's POV

After Chris left, I sat on the floor and cried for what felt like forever. I felt so guilty about what I did. It made me feel even worse with me now knowing that every time he was trying to talk to me, he wasn't trying to feed me lies, he was trying to tell me what happened.

I eventually got tired of all the noise downstairs and decided to leave. I stood to my feet with a sad sigh, heading downstairs and leaving an unconscious Dre upstairs.

I walked outside and started my journey home, gloomily walking along the sidewalk.

When I finally got home, it was 12:37AM. I immediately went upstairs, going into my bedroom, and preparing for a shower.

I let the steamy, hot water trickle down my skin as I scrubbed my body thoroughly, in an attempt to get rid of Dre's germs.

I began to think about the situation and I slowly realized how wrong I was. I convinced myself that doing what I did was right, but I was stupid for letting my anger and sadness control my actions.

I used liquor to try and make myself believe that I was doing it because it was the right thing to do, and make myself believe that it was drunken sex, but in reality, I wasn't even the slightest bit of buzzed. I was completely sober liquor-wise, but entirely drunk off my emotions.

I fucked Chris' friend in an attempt to get back at him. I tried to fight fire with fire and ended up getting scorched; badly.

The water suddenly turned icy cold, snapping me out of my thoughts. I quickly shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel.

After I dressed, I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed. I plugged the charger into my phone, which was completely dead, and waited for it to turn on. When it finally did, I had a BUNCH of missed calls from Kiana.

I quickly called her back and she answered the phone almost immediately.

"Oh my God, Kairo!" she exclaimed, sounding somewhat frantic.

"Kiana, what's wrong?" I asked in a completely confused tone.

"Chris was in a bad car accident, come to First Ward Hospital, NOW!"

"W-wait, what?! How bad was the car accident!? H-he's okay, right!?" the questions flowed out as I jumped out of bed, frantically and quickly slipping on my Nike Slides and a hoodie.

She was quiet for a minute. "Hello!?" I nearly screamed into the phone.

"Just hurry up and get here!" she said quickly, then hung up.

I huffed in annoyance and frustration and ran outside, grabbing my mom's keys on the way out. I hopped into the car and sped all the way to the hospital.

I finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, lucky to not have gotten pulled over.

I briskly walked into the hospital and up to the front desk.

"Christopher Brown, please." I panted out.

She ignored my indecency and typed away on her computer.

"Room 412, 4th floor." she finally said.

I went to the elevator and got in, pressing the button for the 4th floor. As I waited, it occurred to me that this is my second incident with a hospital since I've met Chris.

Since we've become acquainted, we've both had to come here. Maybe we were just bad for each other.....

Ding!