Complications

Chapter 26 - Hell Before Death

Rosalie's POV Continued:

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE - WHAT DID YOU DO!!!?" I jumped up, shouting and screaming at Keegan as Ishmael was behind me, trying to pull me back.

"Me?" Keegan asked mockingly, pointing a finger at himself. "I did nothing. Although, can't guarantee that your friends are going to be okay after that incident."

I stared him down, seething with rage.

"Did you know that 1713 people are killed in UK car accidents every year?" Keegan spoke again, smirking. "Gee, I'd hate to be a part of those odds."

I was about to retort before Monika spoke up from behind me,

"Rosalie, he isn't worth it - we gotta get to Mitchell and Aria."

I slowly nodded as we all stood up and began to walk away before I turned back to Keegan momentarily. I paced back towards him and stood chest to chest with him, inches from from his face as his cold breath hit me. I stared at his lips before looking up into his harsh gaze,

"If anything happens to them - I'll make sure I'll bring you hell before death finds you."

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We all piled into Ishmael's car, silent, yet the atmosphere was suffocating in the panic we all shared.

"How are we going to find them?" Selina whispered, her voice breaking in the middle.

Remaining silent, Ishmael turned on the radio;

"A major car crash on 14th Avenue has left utter chaos amongst the main bridge. The doctors have identified five people with minor injuries, however two locals, yet to be named, are in unknown conditions. Ambulances have arrived to treat the minorities who were not directly involved in the crash, however police orders state that the driver and passenger of the black Range Rover Evoque are not to be moved until the correct paramedics and forensics arrive to gain further knowledge of the crash. Keep listening for further upd-"

Ishmael cut off the radio and sped up the car down the street.

"Wait so they're not even going to help Mitchell and Aria?!" Angel shrieked. "What the fuck that's their bloody job to help people and they're just gonna leave them in there until things get worse!?"

"Well we're going to help them." I said stubbornly, rolling down my window slowly to gain some air. "Whatever it takes."

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Before I knew it, we were at the scene.

Carnage was the only word to describe it: flipped vehicles, half torn tyres, young children pointing and walking past with their parents, mouthing the words 'Mommy what's that' as the flashing red and blue lights and sounds of wailing, mournful sirens echoed against the tragic sight.

Ishmael slowly pointed out Mitchell's black Range Rover, turned on it's side, a weary arm stuck out the side of the smashed window.

"Aria." I muttered under my breath, before sharing a glance with all my friends behind me.

We found ourselves running closer and closer to the scene, the black and yellow tape in front of us meant nothing as we all dived under the 'CAUTION', authorised personnel rushing towards us to draw us away - but nothing would.

"You kids get away from there!!" An officer yelled from behind us. "That is a crime investigation, we cannot m-"

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" A voice came from behind, familiar as anything.

I turned and saw Ramon, as we both shot each other a smile as he forwarded and rushed under the tape aswell.

"The arm out the car is Aria's, the driver's side is opposing." He stated, "No authority can come in here except the forensics, and they're long gone - as for officers and everyone else, they're banned."

"So we can get them out?" Selina asked.

"No questions asked." Ramon said, before we all turned and looked ahead to the crash. 

"Aria first?" Monika asked.

We approached the vehicle, turned on it's side, as Angel knelt beside the smashed window where Aria's arm was sticking out, placing her fingers on her wrist to find a pulse.

"She's breathing." Angel called out to us.

Ishmael and Ramon sat beside her, before Angel pulled on Aria's arm.

"She can move.." She whispered. "Guys we can pull her out!! Her seat belt's undone!!"

Ishmael grabbed Aria's hand and slowly started to ease her out the car, considering her side was face down, however, the door was jammed - the only way to retrieve her was the window, that's glass was spilt out on to the gravel.

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Aria's POV:

I felt myself moving.

A warm hand was touching mine, another against my back, easing me across the ground. I felt the occasional sharp prick, but after a split second the pain was gone, and the warmth of the hand soothed my back again. Everything seemed hazy, my eyes were still closed, but I could sense the confusion. I took a moment to recollect my thoughts.

Then it hit me.

In a split second, everything came rushing back. The journey, me and Mitchell joking around, him scaring me with the speed, his reaction when I asked him the question and then....then it was the chaos. Mitchell had lost total control of the car, and we swerved down the street, tossing and turning as I screamed and shrieked.

I opened my eyes to escape the fear, seeing a pair of light brown eyes, almost hazel like, staring into mine. Much lighter than Mitchell's, but tinges of darkness, almost worry, still peeped through.

"Aria." The voice said, as I widened my gaze to their full face. 

Ishmael.

"Ishmael." I whispered, as he broke out into a smile.

"Guys she's okay!!" He yelled, turning his head, before his smile instantly faded. "Guys.."

I saw his finger point behind them, and I slowly saw a swarm of paramedics making a beeline towards us.

Like that stopped my friends.

They all ran at me, embracing me and hugging me as they pushed Ishmael aside, an instant change in atmosphere as Rosalie fake wiped her nose on my torn up sleeve. They were all talking at me and asking how I was until an unknown cough came from above the group of us on the ground.

"We can take it from here." The man sternly said, gesturing Rosalie, Angel, Monika and Selina away from me.

They left me with parting hugs, and stood as close as possible to the 'CAUTION' tape, as the paramedics examined me.

A female sat opposite me, shining a torch in both my eyes,

"Do you feel nauseous at all?" She asked, checking my eyes once more.

"No."I replied, shaking my head slightly.

"Headache, stomach pain, fatigue?" She questioned further.

"Well headache kinda, and tired, yes." I said, my voice croaking. "And my left arm kills."

"Hm," She began, pulling out a sterile wipe and cleaning my forehead cut. "Other than this cut I'd say you'll only have to be checked over at the hospital. There could be a possible fracture in your left arm if you landed on it in the crash. You're very lucky though." 

I gave her a subtle smile, before looking over to my friends and giving them a thumbs up that I was pretty much good.

"What about Mitchell?" I asked the paramedic.

"The car driver?" She asked as I nodded. "I'm not sure I-"

"EMILY!!" A voice called out, as footsteps approached us. "EMILY GET OVER HERE QUICK!!"

I turned my head as the paramedic stood up and rushed over to the other medical staff.

"It's the boy!! He's-