Maybe Too Protective

Chapter 10

I picked up my things and started to walk towards my house. Right on time, Zach jogged up next to me.

"Hey, I know this bodyguard thing may be a little weird, but we just want to make sure you are safe." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No, I get it." I spoke. We changed the subject, going back and forth on different subjects. By the time we reached the house, I was laughing and smiling, just like I had been at lunch. Zach and I didn't split on the road we usually do. Zach walked me all the way to my brothers. "Thank you." I told him before I walked to my brothers.

"Of course, and if you need me, just text." He smiled. I nodded and walked to my brothers.

"Thank you Zach." Devan thanked Zach before he walked away. My night went on as normal.

------(Friday: 8:30 pm)-----

The whole week hand gone on like this. Nightmares in the morning. I was protected 100% of the time I was at school. I sat in on cheer practice. I walked home with Zach. I had a normal night.

Today the cheer team had a competition to go to. They wanted me to attend as a manager thing. I accepted. They did amazing, but I expected that. They got second place trophy overall. But now, we were home. I walked off the bus and started towards my house. None of my brothers really wanted me to walk home alone, but I refused a ride. I had almost no alone time this whole week. 15 minutes wouldn't hurt anything.

It was nice out tonight. Not too cold, not too hot and the bugs were mainly gone. I enjoyed to walk. It was about 5 more minutes to my house. I heard a car behind me. I was turning to get to the side of the road, but I heard the engine rev, from there life went in slow motion. The car sped towards me in slow motion. My body reaction time wasn't fast enough in slow motion. I looked through the window to see Miley's face grimacing at me. The force of the car hitting me threw me over the roof. I rolled over and off the car and laid on my right side on the asphalt. I coughed, blood spewed from my mouth. I saw blood pooling around my legs and around my stomach. The car pulled to a stop. Miley got back out and walked towards me.

"You deserve everything you are getting. You wrecked my perfect record. I got an offense with the cops!" SHe raved. I looked at her wide eyes. "Look at me like that all you want. You won't make it long enough for you to tell someone what happened." She turned and got back in her car, driving off. I tried moving, but pain and shock held me down. I struggled to move my hand in front of me which was against my shirt. I looked at my palm, which was stained in blood. My hand went limp, laying in front of me. I laid there, shivering, thinking every breath I took would be my last. I couldn't get my phone from my bag which was on my back. I tried to call out, but my voice wouldn't work.

"Lucy!" I heard one of my brother's call. I tried to move, but still my body didn't move.

"Lucy!" Called another. I laid there helpless. If another car came by, it would certainly hit me. It was dark and I was laying down on the ground.

"Lucy!" The calls came closer and closer each time. Finally, one of my brothers rounded the corner. Ryder's eyes widen. He rushed down to my side.

"Oh my God." He looked at me lost, worried, nervous. "Guys!" He yelled. Alex came around the corner.

"Lucy!" Alex got down next to Ryder. I watched Mike and Tyler come around the corner at the same time.

"Call 911!" Ryder told the twins. Mike pulled out his phone, dialing it. I blinked, my eyes wouldn't open very afr and it got harder to keep them up. "No, Lucy you are going to stay awake. You aren't going to leave." Ryder directed me. I did my hardest, staying awake as long as possible.

"The ambulance will be here in minutes." Mike explained. Devan came around the corner finally. He looked at the from me to the guys.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Devan got down to help Ryder and Alex.

"I don't know. I found her like this." Ryder told them. The boys all did what they could until the ambulance came.

Devan's POV

The paramedics took Lucy. We ran home, piling in the car and getting to the hospital. We climbed out, running into the hospital. We got inside, everyone turning their head to us.

"Ryder? Devan? Guys?" Dr. Robbins rushed over to us. "Who's blood it that?" She pointed to me. I looked at my pants. They were soaked in blood. I didn't even notice. Before we could answer her pager went off. "The trauma room." She told herself. She rushed away from us. We followed her. She ran into the trauma center, everyone rushing around. "What do we got?" She asked.

"Lucy Smith. Female. Break and crushed injuries. Possible abdominal issues. Possible concussion. CT and MRI ordered." Another doctor filled her in. "Looks like a hit and run."

"Boys you know the routine." Robbins told us. We walked out to the waiting room. All of us were to shocked to to cry, pray, do anything.

"Who could have done this?" Alex asked. Everyone suspected, but no one wanted to say. We sat and waited.

"What happened?" Zach's voice asked as he rushed in. Max was close by his side. THey looked at us terrified too.

"They think Lucy was involved in a hit and run." Ryder said. I got to my feet and walked away. I followed the signs and got to the church. It had been a long time since I had been one of these. It was empty inside. I sat in a seat. My hands weaved together sitting on back of the seats in front of me. My head was bowed.

"Didn't really take you for a church kind of guy?" Alex Karev's voice spoke from behind me.

"Believe me, I'm not." I told him. He sat next to me. "Last time I was inside one of these, I was doing the same thing I am now."

"What?" He asked.

"Praying for my sister's life. My parents had already died. She was the only hope we had left." I explained, the tears getting harder to keep. "I made a promise with my parents that day, before they died. I promised to protect them, all of them. I'm failing so far."

"No you aren't." He tried to console me.

"My sister is on an operating table, been seriously hurt, almost raped, because I couldn't protect from a girl." I looked at him. There was a silence.

"How old was she?" He asked me.

"11." I told him.

"How old were you?" He asked another question.

"16." I told him.

"That's a lot for a 16 year old to handle." He said. I nodded. My mind wandered through memories of the last three weeks. How could my baby sis gone from preppy freshman, to some girl's punching bag? Then my mind wandered to that Monday. The way she held onto me for dear life, shaking. All I wanted was her back at home, complaining about all of our awful movie decisions.