Fighting for Love (COMPLETED)(EDITED)

Chapter 5

"Umm, Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"W-what about Leslie?"

"Oh...she broke up with me."

I could feel all the color drain out of my face. What had I done! He lost his girlfriend because of me.

"Oh my Gosh! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten you involved in my problems. I'm so sorry." I ramble on about how sorry I was and he was just sitting there smiling and shaking his head.

"Bree. I don't care. I didn't want her. She controlled me too much and I hated it."

"Oh. Okay. Promise?"

"I pinky promise Bree." Scott says as he holds his pinky up. I lock pinkies with him and giggle. So childish, yet so cute.

At that moment, I was so happy. Even though Scott has been my neighbor for a long time, I've only now started to know him. I always tried to avoid him because 1. Leslie and 2. He was the 'bad boy' of the school and I was just another girl that went to Virginia valley high. He always looked so scary with his dark hair and eyes and the boots and leather jackets. I know, stereotype much? But that's what he looked like and he had a reputation of getting into fights a lot. If all his fights were for a good reason like today, I don't think he's a bad boy at all.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Scott looking at me instead of the road. I look back at him and smile "What?" And just smiles and shakes his head. Turning back to the road we both saw it and it was too late. A driver was going too fast and on the wrong side of the road and before we could react, he hit head on. I feel sharp pain in my head, face and body, and then I feel the truck roll couple of times landing in a ditch. I stiffly turn my head to see Scott looking at me already. He didn't seem too bad, a few cuts but he looked more concerned than hurt. Then my world goes black.

Scott's P.O.V.
I'm sitting there with the truck upside down, looking at Bree. She looked bad. She had glass in her head and a huge knot and bruise already forming on her forehead. No doubt she had a concussion at least. I was about to ask her if she was okay but then she passed out. I panicked and tried getting my phone out of my pocket, but it wasn't anywhere so I try finding Bree's phone and when I pulled it out it was useless. The screen was shattered and wouldn't turn on. I crawl out and look at the driver that hit us. He seemed fine because he was sitting next to his car playing with...a rock? Forgetting the pain in my ribs and head, I ran over to Bree's side and pull her out. As I'm holding her body in my arms I holler out to the driver "Hey man, you got a phone? She's hurt pretty bad." But he just looks at me confused and shakes his head no. I could already tell he was drunk, but then I look closely. Adam? What the hell was he doing? I was too worried about Bree right now and I carry her down the road. I'm pretty sure there's a hospital a few minutes down the road, thankfully. I tried everything to wake Bree up and make sure she's okay, but she wasn't. Panicking a little more, I start running towards the hospital and run inside.

"She was in an accident. We need someone, now. She passed out and I can't wake her up." The doctor hurriedly took her from my arms and took her into the ER. A nurse came up to me and gave me papers to fill out and told me I had to wait until they figured out what's wrong with her. Then another nurse approached me.

"Sir, were you involved in the accident? You look injured. Are you okay?"

I tell her everything from when we were hit, until now. She took my into the ER as well and ran some tests and x-rays. Turns out, I badly bruised 2 ribs and broke one and had a slight concussion. I got out after getting fixed up and was handed some medication for the pain. I finished filling out papers for the both of us and waited for Bree to get out. Hours went by and I still haven't heard anything. I go up to the nurses desk.

"Ma'am, do you have anything information about Brianne Reid? I was involved in the accident with her and I need to know if she's okay." I practically begged.

She nodded her head and looked through papers. "Brianne just got out of surgery. She had bad cuts on her from the glass, a major concussion and a broken wrist. We had given her some pain killers to relieve the pain. Visitors are allowed not but she is not awake yet. She's in room 324 A."

I nod and tell her thank you and make my way to room 324 A. I cautiously open the door and walk in. I see her body laying on the bed. Wires connecting everywhere. She had cuts and bruises and stitches all over her body. She looked more pale than usual. She looked lifeless, even though they said she'd be okay. I couldn't help but blame myself. If I wasn't looking at her beautiful self and if I was watching the road, none of this would have happened. I wish it was me in that hospital bed. Not her. She's been through too much to have to deal with this now. I looked down at her arm and I knew the broken wrist wasn't from the wreck, it was from Adam. I felt a spark of hate grow in me even more. Adam caused this too. Why the fuck would he be out drinking and driving anyways. Why did Bree have to get hurt? Why not him? He caused it but he walked away without a bruise on him, other than the ones I gave him when I punched him. Something came over me, I don't know why but I bent down and brushed Bree's hair out of her face and kissed her forehead gently and left the room to get Adam.

If he though what I did to him earlier was bad, just wait for what I'm fixing to do. Every step I took I got angrier. I walk to the scene of the accident and see Adam still sitting there, so I storm up to him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know what you've done to Bree? She's in the fucking hospital! And that stunt you pulled the other day when you grabbed her, yeah, her wrist is broke and now thanks to you, dumb ass, she in even worse condition now than she was when you hit her! I don't want you near her ever again and if you even lay a finger on her or say a word to her, I will do a lot worse. Trust me. And stop trying to make her stay with you by saying you will commit suicide because I know you won't do it. I looked at the 'pills' you took in front of her and I know they weren't pills. She doesn't want you. So leave her the fuck alone!" I kick him several times letting out the rest of my anger and walk away, allowing the words to sink into his drunken mind.