Overcomer (complete)

Ch. 37 No... NO!

Trey Pov*

Me (answering the call): Hey! What's up? I'm so glad you called! I've wanted to talk to you for a-

Mac (crying): She's in the hospital...

Me: What? Who?!

Mac: She got in a terrible wreck... She might not make it...

Me: Who?! Mac, who?!

Mac: She was leaving my house right after she saw ET tonight. She saw you and Brooke together on the show doing an interview. She left my house, crying. She crashed her car, Trey.

Me: WHO, MAC, WHO?!

Mac (getting seriously mad at me): You know who, you fucking idiot!! If you truly loved her, you would be here as soon as you can!

Me: Mac!

The line went dead.

Me: You're fucking kidding me!

Brooke (scared): Whats wrong?

Me (to myself but loud enough for Brooke to hear): I have to leave. I have to go. I have to get to her.

Brooke: Who?

Me: I'll see you when I get back. I'm sorry. I have to get to her.

I got up and practically ran to the garage where my car was.

Brooke (yelling after me, I ignored her but I heard her): Don't you need clothes.

I jumped into my Agera and sped away toward the airport.

Me (into the phone): Brad, get the plane fired up. I have to get to Florence as fast as a plane can go.

When I got to the airport I almost didn't turn my car off. The crew put my car onto the plane super fast while I boarded and buckled myself in. I immediately went to my phone and looked at my missed calls. I knew it. I should have fucking answer. It's my fucking fault she is dying right now. It was the worst plane ride ever. It felt longer than it usually does. I felt like I couldn't get there fast enough. I mean, when the plan landed it was 7. I stayed up all night worrying that I was too late to get to her. The plane just parked itself when I was already at the door banging to get out. I stormed out and ran to my car and took off toward the hospital. I was there in 5 minutes it was a 20 minute drive from the airport I landed in. I flew down the hall to the number that Mac told me and punched in the ICU numbers. I walked to the room and found Mac standing outside looking in through the window.

Me: How is she?

Mac (turning around, eyes puffy from crying, staring coldly at me, shoving me three times in frustration): I hate you! It's you fault! She loved you! She really fucking loved you! She saw you with Brooke! It broke her fucking heart! She hasn't woken up once!

Me: I'm sorry, Mac. I never knew she felt that strong.

Mac: Her dad wants to kill you. He's eating in the cafeteria. If you wanna see her, you have to do it now, or forever hold your peace.

I turned around and went into the room. Mac closed the door and went down to the cafeteria. She was giving me more time with her.

I went up to her and held her hand sitting next to her. I looked down at her bruised face. That face that used to be do beautiful and perfect. She had a cast on her left arm and her right leg was suspended up by a band from the ceiling and in a full cast. She had a brace on her neck too.

Me (to myself): What did I do? I should have known how you felt! (to her) How can you look like this? You never look bad!

I stared at her for a minute. The beeping of her monitor was in a slow rhythm. Each time it beeped I got more and more angry.

Me (standing up, pissed, frustrated, tears falling down my face): Dammit! Why did you do this?! How could you do this to your parents?! How could you do this to me?! You never think do you! Fuck, Taylor! Get up! Fight! Keep fighting! You can't die, Taylor! You just can't die! This time I'm going to talk and you're going to listen! There aren't many people that love me in this world! There is only a handful! You are one of them! I can't loose you! I can't! I fucking love you, Taylor! I love you more than anything! No other girl compares to you, god dammit! I know I am supposed to be with you for the rest of my life! How the hell am I supposed to spend the rest of my life with you if you're dead! Fight, Taylor, fight! Fight for me! I can live without Jordan, I can live without Brooke, I can live without Natalie, and every other fucking girl in the world! I can't live without you! (to God) This time I'm going to talk and you are going to listen! I don't ask you for much! I don't talk to you much, but please, please, please don't take her from me! Please! She means more to me than anything! You can't take her from me! I don't have parents or a father or mother picture, I don't have anyone that I feel for completely! Taylor is my one true love! If you take her from me, I will have nothing left to live for! Why is it every person I truly care about that gets hurt! God, please, if you truly loved me as your child you wouldn't take her from me!

I reached down and grabbed Taylor's right hand. I sat back down and stared at her face.

Me (quietly, pleadingly): Please, Taylor, please... I love you.

Her fingers squeezed mine. I started crying really hard, not with sadness this time though but with joy. Taylor was going to be okay...