The Bad Boy Saved My Life

Chapter 5:

"We need to take her to the hospital! Now!" I heard someone say. I think I'm dead. But why would God be talking about a hospital? I'll just check in case.

"God? Is that you?"

"No sweetheart. It's Drake." Oh, I would much rather be dead.

"Thanks." Drake answered sarcastically.

"D-did I say that out loud?" I feared that he would hurt me.

"Yup." Said four other voices in unison, but I couldn't find Drake's. I tried to open my eyes,but couldn't. I couldn't remember all of the details, I just remembered the football team and a knife.

Oh shit! What if those voices were some of the football team! And I think I'm in their car! They're going to kill me!

"No, no, no, no! Don't kill me please don't kill me!" I pleaded, "I won't tell him I swear! I won't tell him just please don't kill me!" I tried to bang on the window for help but I couldn't see anything and ended up slapping someone.

"Ow. You bitch! We try to help you and-"

"Owwwwww" I just realized the sudden pain in my stomach and my eyes and everywhere in between.

"Rachel are you okay?" I know that voice now. It was Cade's voice.  Cade, Drake's right hand- and even left hand- man. They are 'bffs'.

"Yeah, absolutely," sarcasm laced my voice as I spoke.

"Well looks like Nerd Girl finally retaliates," an amused Trevor commented. I was going to ask what he meant by that, but I knew. It meant that at school I take all the shit everyone gives me, but I really am tough when I want to be. I didn't really want to be tough right now, but I knew they wouldn't hurt me. I somehow knew. I somehow feel...

Safe.

"Um. Well where am I? No better yet, why are you helping me? You all hate me."

Cade is the first to speak, "Number one, you're in my car and we're driving you to the hospital. Two, we're helping you because Drake over here-"

"So about that party tomorrow.." Drake interrupted, while not even knowing where he was going with that sentence.

"Well, besides whatever you were going to say with Drake or whatever, you guys still hate me."

"No we don't," All five of them replied.

"The hell you don't! Everyone does. You can't not hate me, because it'll ruin your reputations."

"You know Rachel," Trevor started and took me by surprise by calling me Rachel,"we actually admire you. I mean you go through shit everyday but you always show up. Like nothing can stop you. If I were in your shoes I would've fallen in the first step."

Haha. You don't even know what happens at my house.

"What happens at your house?" Wesley finally speaks, and sounds overly concered.

Did I just think out loud again? And blow my cover?

"I was..um..joking?" I said but it came out more of a question.

Then I remembered Richie. He's going to kill me if he finds out I was at the hospital. His cover would be blown, he would probably end up in jail. And even though I would love to see him go to jail, he would only be charged with battery and get released at some point. Then, he would kill me.

"No! No! I can't go to the hospital! I can't! Let me out, let me out!"

"Shhh. Calm down, calm down. We are taking you to the hospital. Those assholes who did this are going to pay, one way or another." Drake said trying to calm me down. Next thing I knew I was snuggling with him in the back. Even though we were cramped with both Nathan and Cade in the back with us.

I just realized how uncomfortable this situation is. I'm bleeding profusely in the back of the Cade Slade's car. I've already passed out three times within five minutes. Plus the fact that no girl ever, and I mean ever, goes in any ofThe Bad Boy Five's cars. Ever. Yet here I am. Beaten up and practically dying in the back seat in the most awkward situation awkward situations could get.

"Why do you care?" I asked Drake with curiosity peaking in my voice.

I was met with silence that was very discomforting. 

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It's been about five minutes since we were driving, but the conversations made the time seem longer. At one point, Cade stopped the car and they all unbuckled their seat belts. I was frantically carried into the hospital bridal-style.

It surprised me how Drake seemed more calm in the car but now he's running with me in his arms.

"We need someone to help her! Now before she dies or something!" Someone yelled, but things got hazy. I remember the nurses asking what happened. And I think they said I got jumped and stabbed. I remember the nurses taking me out of Drake's warm embrace and onto the stretcher. I also remembered the nurse asking if they were family and I think I said yes. Before they could deny it, the nurse pulled them to a long hallway with me.

Really long hallway.

It went on forever. Before everything went black again.