FANFICTION

Chapter 10: Weak

"Rohyponol." I cried on my fathers shirt. "They drugged him and I wasn't there for him!"

My brain was still racing, replaying the moment in which James collapsed. Jacob tried to calm me down but it wasn't helping. He wasn't speaking to me, he wasn't waking up! Every horrible thought and possibility raced through my brain at that very moment.

I didn't leave his side until the paramedics came and took him away. I begged and pleaded to go in the ambulance with him.

"Family?" They asked me. I shook my head no in reply.

"Girlfriend?"

I wanted to say 'No! I'm more important! I'm his best friend!'

Instead I slowly shook my head again.

With that, the ambulance left me standing there hopeless.

I decided to give in and call my dad, asking him to pick me up. As soon as he arrived, I broke down. My father couldn't get me up from the cold paved rode for a long time. After what felt like an eternity, I mustered up the strength to stand on my own two feet; my whole body was shaking.

'What happened? Was James alright? I need to see James!' That's all I could think about. I didn't know what to do.

Right now, there was nothing I could do.

When we got home, I opened the door to find Denise standing in the kitchen. A look of worry spread across her face as she looked at my puffy red eyes and tear stained cheeks. She made a move, almost trying to approach me, but decided that it would be best for her to stay back.

I, apparently, thought otherwise.

I ran to her frail frame and embraced it. I needed a womanly figure to hold on to right now.

I needed my mom.

But she wasn't here.

Most importantly, I needed James.

But he wasn't here either.

Denise hugged me back with comfort. She slowly massaged my back which surprisingly soothed me a little bit, almost calming me down.

I was directed into the living room to sit on the dark brown leather couch. The black TV was shinning in the moonlight. When it was off, I could see my pathetic reflection in it.

I looked awful.

I also looked like the worst best friend in the world.

The sound of the TV turning on took me away from my self-pity. The tall man with the familiar brown scruffy hair and face gave me a bit of peace. As John Silver and Cameron Diggs appeared on the screen together, my mind was at ease.

Everything was alright in a fictional world.

Wasn't it?

Then, the phone rang. I quickly paused the sexually tense scene and picked up the phone. On the other end of the line, I heard the sad voice of Mr. Dunes.

"Zoey?" He asked with a sharp inhale of breath.

"Mr. Dunes, how is everything? Is James alright?!"

On the phone, I heard Mrs. Dunes' quiet sobs in the background.

"James was drugged. Someone must have dropped a date rape drug in his drink. He will be alright, thank the Heavens above that the drug didn't harm his system in anyway." Mr. Dunes was trying to remain calm.