coffee shop | emilio martinez

Chapter Thirteen

Emilio's P.O.V

Seeing her almost cry, and in so much pain, hurt me to the core. I've never felt so guilty in my life.

I look at myself in the mirror of my room, i'm a monster. I hurt the girl I like, the girl I care about, my everything.

I blew everything because I was jealous of one stupid guy, and they weren't even a thing.

I'm so stupid.

I go downstairs, to see Ivan watching tv.

I sit myself down beside him, sulking.

"Emilio, what did you do?" He asks, already knowing I did something wrong, by the looks of how Rose went running out of the apartment.

"I messed everything up Ivan! See was explaining to me how they were just friends! And I didn't listen to her and just let my jealousy overcome me, I yelled at her and said horrible things. I can't even believe myself that I had said those things to her." I frustratedly say. I couldn't imagine how she was feeling, how could I say that to such a beautiful, kind, amazing girl?

"I need to find her." I demanded. I needed to see her right now, make sure she's okay, help mend the heart I had broken. I need to be there for her.

"Emilio." Ivan says sternly, as he grabs my attention, making me pay attention to the television screen.

Breaking News:

Just a couple minutes ago, off Tour St. and Pecks, a huge car crash has happened.

A small black car collided with a white suv, that was driving drunk.

Luckily, there were no deaths, but a woman by the name of Rose Amor, a famous modeling star; has been badly injured.

I listen intently as my heart drops, from my chest all the way to the floor.

Rose.

She's hurt, she's badly hurt.

The things I did were unrecognizable, as I speed through the apartment complex, going as fast as I can to my car.

The car roars to life, as I speed my way out of the parking garage, and into the busy streets of LA.

I mentally curse, seeing how much traffic there was, so I go around and take another route to the hospital.

I drive like a maniac, almost sure I have almost gotten in a crash, but I could care less, all that matters is that I get to Flor right now.

After what seemed hours of driving to the hospital, I finally make it.

I hope with all my heart this is the hospital that they have located her to, as it was the closest one to the scene.

I park my car, and sprint to the desk, where an older lady was positioned; typing away at her computer.

"Hello Mrs." I continue to read her name tag, and continue, "Mrs. Smith, where is Rose Amor?" I ask impatiently, watching her type agonizingly slow on her computer.

"Are you immediate family?" She asks seriously, putting her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"I'm her boyfriend." I say without hesitation, I wish I was her actual boyfriend but I need to get in and this is the only way.

"Okay, just stand in front of this camera here, so I could get you an ID, to be in the hospital. What's your first and last name?"