The Last Teardrop

Drop Five

Ashton's POV.

"Jane?"

She's the weird girl.

The annoying weird girl I was wasting my time on talking about irrelevant stuffs with my mum and her pretending mum. 

"Hey wake up!"I'm trying to wake her up by tapping her cheek gently to bring her in her consciousness.

"Hey Jane! wake up!" I exhale in disgust.

''Don't make me bring you to the hospital, cause I'm not really going to do that for sure" I threatened her.

I know she's pretending that she's unconscious. I know she heard me and she's only doing this because she's weird.

I don't want to be like I'm the one who is to blame because it's not really my fault in the first place. She's the one who's being careless, not me. Plus, I'm not driving fast.

I know I was consumed by alcohol but it's just only a small amount. I still know what's been going on around me when I left the frat house. It's just that she came out quicky, running across the street from the dark part of the campus where people don't actually go this time.

"Hey!" I shaked both of her shoulders but she's still not responding.

I don't see any blood from her body, just a small scratches on her right arm. Neither on her head, except from her--

Eyes.

It's not red. So obviously not a blood.

It's a drop of tears that falling from the side of her eyes slowly sliding down to her ears.

Even if her eyes is close, I can tell that her eyes are swollen and tired from crying. Maybe something happened to her, maybe she and her loving boyfriend (if ever she have) ended things or whatever it is. That cause her to lose her mind and not notice that there was a car coming.

I don't know why but I caught myself bringing my thumb on her face, wiping the teardrop falling down from her tired eyes.

I move my eyes around to call someone for help. I see no one. I shift to the main gate of the campus that's not far from where we are, to see if there is at least one.

Damn it.

I don't see someone who could help me. 

"Fuck" I mumbled.

What am I going to do to her? This is just the first time I encounter such incidence like this.

I calmed myself down and put my fingers on the side of her neck to check on her pulse.

Fuck, I didn't feel any beat at all.

I check again, same result. Shit. Is she already dead? My thought asked, causing to make me feel a bit anxious.

I need to think of some other way to know if she's still alive or not.

From her neck, I move my eyes down to her chest. She's wearing a white sleeveless blouse, and a black tight jeans. The first button of her blouse is unbuttoned, showing the small line between her breast. I sigh heavily.

The muscle on my throat suddenly moved to swallow something. My body stiff for a moment and shake my head when I caught myself still staring at her chest.

Shit.

I look away.

I want to punch my face for staring at her breast that long. I shake my head again to brushed off the thoughts I have.  

All I need to know if she's still alive or dead, that's all, not to stare at her like I'm interested to her, and this is the other way to know if she is.

I lean down and press my right ear to her chest to know if there are still a heartbeat.

I feel relieved when I hear her heart still beating, I close my eyes and sigh in relief.

I can still hear her heartbeat right now.

It's like a drum beating against my ear. Taking the moment to realize that I didn't kill her by bumping her with my car.

When I open my eyes, the first thing I saw is her jawline. I almost jump when I realized that I was still leaning against her chest for too long.

I quickly stand up and run my fingers through my hair, down to the back of my neck and slightly squeezed it.

I almost jumped again when my phone vibrates from my pocket. Seriously? why am I feel a bit nervous?

When I check my phone, Gemma is calling. I knew then that she will call, because I should be home this time for our dinner.

I slide off the screen to anwer her.

"I'm on my way" I speak even before she say anything. "Okay" is the only word she said and then she already hung up.

I look at the girl again, bringing my both hands to my waist, figuring out what to do. 

What now? I told myself. What am I suppose to do to her now?

I'm only thinking one thing that I should do to her. That is, I should leave her laying there on the ground because I already knew that she's still alive and someone might see her that could bring her to the hospital.

Right. I nod my head in agreement on my brilliant idea.

I should leave her until someone pick her up.

"Right, okay."

But what if. The other side of my thoughts, speak up. What if a real careless drunk driver from the party didn't notice her and runs over her then left her dead?

What if someone drag her somewhere else and raped her?

What if a group of sluts make fun of her and peel her clothes off and left her naked.

My brilliant idea was vanished when that thoughts popped up.

I shake my head and brushed off the stupid thoughts I have. I stared at her for a moment and bend down slightly and lift her up from the back of her shoulder and thigh.

I have no fucking choice.

I walk back to the car and open the back door and lay her down. I get in the car and drove off.

I know where I should bring her.

That's the only place I know.

I guess.

(Hi guys! Sorry if it took so long for me to update, I'm kinda busy these past few days because of some school stuffs to do. Anyway, I hope you'll doing great. Keep reading and voting. Thnx love! xx )