Bad Boys' Freak

Chapter 22• I love you

Edited 5-20-17

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The head that was placed onto my shoulders was dizzy. My fuzzy eyes searched the car, for my now shattered phone. I pressed the home button to show no sign of battery in the phone.

Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't the only one in the car. I looked to my left before spotting something horrifying.

Ryder.

Ryder was laying there. Limp and bloody. Almost, as if there was no life in him at all. My whole body froze. I couldn't think because of the hammering beat in my chest.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

"I don't know what to do!" I shouted while I sobbed. I threw my hands in the air and cried. My whole love was gone. I thought about Ryder and the memories I had with him. Was it all gone? Was he gone? I had to check.

I took my seatbelt off before climbing over and sitting on the lifeless body.

I placed my head on his chest. Staring out my window, I remembered that people could die in many ways. He didn't deserve to die like this. I couldn't help him anymore. I shook with sobs.

I brought my shaking hands up to his chest and started to give him CPR.

"Come on" I whispered after each pressure.

"Come on" I yelled.

"COME ON RYDER" I cried, desperate to revive him.

The sun shone brighter, the clouds almost disappeared, and I felt a heartbeat. It was slow, yet it was there.

I kissed his lips after smiling through my tears. I showered his face with kisses before looking for any phone to use to call 911. I eventually found a phone that was pink. I didn't know that Ryder liked the color pink.

I pulled myself together before opening the phone. On the lock screen was a picture with Ryder and a blonde woman. She was beautiful.

Before getting distracted, I dialed 911. Immediately someone picked up.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"T-There was an accident.. um somewhere on the highway," I responded while looking around me.

"A car accident?" The calm lady asked on the other end.

"Yes," I spoke quietly.

"Do you know where you are at exactly?"

"Not exactly, but we are by a lake and trees are on my right side." I looked to my right to see the beautiful trees.

"Okay, we will be there in a while," she answered.

"Thank you, my boyfriend was the
d-driver and didn't have a heartbeat." I responded before crying. My voice cracking multiple times in that sentence.

"The paramedics will ask you details when they arrive there, but for now hang tight" she told me.

"O-Okay" I breathed.

Now we wait.
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It wasn't much longer until I heard sirens and saw the lights, too. 3 police cars, 2 fire trucks, 2 ambulances. It all seemed like too much for us. I wasn't hurt. Saying that, I felt my head. I had a huge gash across my entire forehead. I winced at the open wound I had just touched.

The semi that had crashed into us had survived the crash, but the driver was in critical condition like Ryder.

"Everything's gonna be okay, my bad boy," I said before grabbing Ryder bloody hand and kissing it.

I jumped out my door and ran to the police. Breathing heavy, I explained every thing that I could remember. He couldn't stop staring at my open cut, so afterwards he walked me over to one of the ambulances.

Sitting down, I looked around the clean and organized vehicle. A middle aged man, came over to me and asked me a bunch of questions about my health. I told him that everything was fine and that my cut didn't hurt. He understood and told me that it was because of the shock that I was in. He also added that I was very lucky to not have brain damage because of the angle and force that I hit my head at.

He cleaned it with some alcohol. I snickered. I knew it wasn't drinking alcohol, it was just funny that alcohol had two different ways of use.

I gripped the plastic paper underneath me as he wiped it clean with a cotton ball. It stung so bad.

He took some stitches out of on of the cabinets and stitched me up. I screamed multiple times because of the pain, but it felt better when it was closed up. Let's just say, it hurt worse that the actual injury did.

I walked out of the ambulance in the other ambulance. My Prince Charming was laying on the stretcher only in his boxers. His body was clean. Assuming that they cleaned him, I asked if I could see him. They nodded and I walked over to him.

"He has a good pulse," one of the guys said.

"That's good" I whispered.

"Do you know if he had eaten anything before the crash?" He asked before turning and looking at me.

"N-No" I stuttered at he stepped closer.

"His blood sugar is very low and I am surprised that lasted that long without passing out during driving," he raised an eyebrow.

I slowly nodded before placing my hand on the light stubble that was on his chin. He looked peaceful, like I had hoped.

The two paramedics left because they felt like I needed time alone. I did.

"I am glad you are alive" I told him.

"I am glad you didn't get hurt too bad because I could not live without you" I clenched my teeth. I wiped my eyes and nose with my sleeve.

"I am sorry for making you not go to the rally" I spoke quietly. "But I need to tell you something"

"I love you, Ryder" I cried while I rubbed his bruised jaw.
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