Bitter Sweet; Janiel Fanfiction

Ch.11

Joeys POV

I wake up in the middle of the night to my phone vibrating, it being 3am I wasn't aware of my surroundings. I pick it up without looking at the ID and answer, "hello?" I mumble.

"Hey you really fucked Daniel up, what did he do?" An unfamiliar voice asks. "May I ask who this is?" I say, becoming fully alert and sitting up in my bed.

"This is Elijah, he isn't getting up from the place where you pushed him down." He responds, I can tell the anxiety in his voice is raising. "Everyone heard the conversation, he used me for sex then humiliated me." I say back, trying to keep my cool. I push the hair out of my face and push the blankets off of me.

"Is he awake or not?" I ask, sliding on a pair of sweat pants and my slippers. "Yeah but barely" he says, sounding like he is far away from the phone, as if it's on speaker.

"I'll be there in a few minutes" I say, as I slide my leather jacket on. "Okay" Elijah replies, hanging up the phone.

I run down the stairs and immediately grab my keys to my motorcycle, running out the door. I slide my phone into my pocket and immediately start the bike, speeding off.

The roads are nearly empty in the small town I live in so I'm easily able to speed and go into other lanes.

I cross over the double line and speed by five or six cars, shifting back into the correct lane when I see a car coming.

I feel the wind blow through my hair as I accelerate, taking the back road because it's quicker.

I speed up the hill and take a sharp turn, putting my foot out so I don't fall. A car beside me honks at me, telling me to slow down. I look at them and just speed away, going around seventy- five miles per hour. I stop at a dime when I make it to Daniels house, putting up the kick stand and turning off the bike.

I run inside and look around, seeing everyone has left. Panic starts to arise in my as I see Daniel just laying on the floor, him groaning in pain holding his head.

"He needs to go to the hospital" I say, bending down to meet his face. There is a small cut in his forehead and it's leaking blood. "Get me a wet towel" I say, pushing his hair out of the way to see how bad it was.

It isn't all too bad but I'm pretty sure when he fell he hit his head on the wooden chair beside him. Elijah comes running back into the dining room with the towel and I place it in the small, deep cut.

"I can't drive, I can't get another DUI or I'll go to jail." Elijah says, "if Mom finds out I let this happen I'm fucking dead" he goes on.

"I don't know how to drive" I say, rubbing the cut clean. "Then how did you get here so fast?" He asks me, leaning against the table.

"I rode my motorcycle here" I say, focusing on the cut. "Then ride him on your motorcycle" he says.

"Are you crazy? If he has been laying here for the past three hours not able to get up how is he supposed to hold onto me when I drive? And if he was able to I can't take the risk of him falling off" I say, standing up.

"I can tie him to you or something, I can't call an ambulance because my parents will think something bad happened" Elijah says, pacing back and forth.

"Something bad did happen what do you mean?" I ask, my voice raising. "They are on the third floor, they don't know any of this happened, they will hear the sirens." He says, biting his bottom lip.

"Okay fine, get a rope or something" I say, knowing this couldn't go well. I bend back down to see if Daniel has gotten any better.

"Hey Danny, we are going to take you to the hospital okay?" He nods his head weakly and looks over at me, panic in his eyes raising.

"I'm not going to hurt you again, I promise" I say, leaning down to touch him again but he closes his eyes sharply and moves his head to the side slightly.

I sigh and stand up, waiting for his brother to come back with the rope. He hands me the rope and throws Daniel over his shoulder, walking behind me.

I open the door and elijah walks out of it walking over to my bike. I get on the bike and let him set Daniel down.

He sets him down and he immediately almost falls over, elijah catching him before he does. He I grab Daniels hands and wrap them around my waist, holding him up the best I could.

I hand Elijah the rope and let him tie it around Daniels waist and then around mine.

As soon as he ties the knot I start the bike and Elijah backs up, "please don't wreck" he says.

"I'll try" I say before I speed away, accelerating quickly. I hear Daniel whimper as his weak grip tightens a little.

"You're okay Daniel!" I yell as I get more speed as I lift from the ground when I go down a hill.

I'm scared, I'm going to wreck, why am I this stupid, everything is going through my head as I'm basically flying. I close my eyes sharply as I land, taking a sharp turn. I open my eyes to see that I made it, smiling afterwards.

The hospital is a few miles from here so I can probably make it in five minutes if I keep going to this pace.

Daniels head drops on my shoulder as I feel him slipping. My heart sinks and I speed up, clutching onto the handle bars, accidentally going up on one wheel. I yelp, feeling as if I'm going to fall. I slam back down into the road and lose my balance for a second.

I gain control back and then speed down the long road, praying that I don't get pulled over.

I swerve into the parking lot and park in the emergency parking area. I untie the rope and he starts falling off. I hold his arms in front of me and I kick up the kick stand.

"Daniel I can't carry you you're too big" I say but he doesn't respond. "Ugh" I groan out and try to lift him.

He flops into the floor and I sigh. I pull him up by his arms barely, his feet are dragging in the floor.

The automatic sliding doors open and everyone looks at me. A nurse runs over to me with a wheel chair and I put him in it, he folds over so his head is resting on his knees.

"We need immediate attention for this boy!" The nurse yells, a few doctors come running in.

"What happened" one asks while another rolls him away. "Walk with us" he adds on, I run over by their sides.

"We were at a party, we had a few things to drink, we had sex, then I left for a while, I ended up coming back to talk to him, he made me mad and I poured beer then smashed a bottle over his head" I say quickly, just wanting to see if he is okay.

"So there is a possibility he is drunk, how much did you see him drink" the doctor asks. "Um all I saw was a half of a bottle of tequila, and a few mixers" I say, fiddling with my thumbs as he stops in front of the door.

"How fall is he" He asks me as they roll him into the room. Me and the other doctor stay out of the room. "I'd say around six three?" I say, not remembering anything right now. He writes it down as he asks me another thing, "how heavy did he feel?" He asks me, not looking up. "One ninety or two hundred" I say, breathing heavily.

"Did he hit his head after the bottle was smashed over him" He asks me, "um yes I think he hit it off of a wooden chair" I say.

"We will call you in the morning of his conditions, write down your phone number" he says handing me a pen and a piece of paper. I write it down and he walks away, leaving me alone.

I sigh before looking through the glass of the room, seeing the doctors putting an IV in his arm. I close my eyes sharply before walking away, not wanting to cry.

You're stronger than this.