Betrayal

Chapter 9- 'You are all massive dicks'

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Reagan POV

"Is she dead? I think she's dead."

I wasn't sure where I was because I hadn't opened my eyes yet. But, I was sure about the fact that I was highly annoyed right now. Whoever told these 4 boys they were allowed to be in my room was highly mistaken. And, my entire body hurt. On top of that, I'm pretty sure my right arm was in some sling-like structure. But, I was going to keep my eyes closed just to hear the idiotic comments they had to say.

"Shut up, Harry", Liam said, "Louis might come back and hear you say that. She's obviously not dead."

"Plus, you're the one who bet Niall 20 pounds that Louis would be the one to kill her after a year of them being together."

My fists balled.

"Yes, he sure did", Niall said, "that 20 pounds was very useful by the way. Thanks, mate."

"Double or nothing that he kills her after they're married for one year", Harry responded.

"Really?", Zayn chimed in, "I think it'll be Keating killing him. She's always had a real mean streak. Even when we were together."

That bastard.

"Yeah, I'm suprised you got out of that relationship with all of your appendages", Niall laughed.

"Ah, she got pissed at me a couple of times. But, Keating would never bite the hand that feeds her. And, I do mean that literally."

"Zayn, you're disgusting."

"To each his own, Payne."

"You are all massive dicks."

I opened my eyes to see all 4 of them staring down at me. They were all stifling laughter.

"You heard us?", Harry asked.

"Yeah, you'd be surprised considering the fact that I'm dead, right?"

"Obviously, we were kidding, babe. You're very much alive."

"And pissed obviously", Zayn whispered to Niall.

"That should be obvious. I have a mean streak."

"If you're expecting us to apologize", Zayn laughed, "that's not going to happen. It's not like that stuff isn't true."

"Whatever", I hid my smile, "Care to explain where I am?"

"Did she hit her head?", Liam whispered to Harry.

Ignoring that, I tried to sit up. Pain shot through my entire body, and I helplessly fell back down.

"You're in the hospital, Reagan. You got in a car accident, remember?"

I had a neck brace on, and my hands immediately shot up to it. My arms and legs hurt, and I was on the verge of screaming.

"I'm paralyzed!", I cried, "I can't believe it! I'm paralyzed!"

"Babe, I'm pretty sure if your arms and legs are flailing like that, you're not paralyzed."

Well, he had a point.

"Just try and think about what happened", Harry said.

Shutting my eyes, I tried to recount the last thing that I could remember. I was on the phone with Louis, yelling at him. Liz and LJ were in the car with me telling me about their day. Then, what? Oh! That car! That car tried to run me off of the road! And by the looks of the bruises on my body, it had succeeded. But, the better question is: where is Louis? He had to hear me crash. He should be here.