Luke's POV
As Jake went to get coffee, I sit and wait for my angel to get better, to wake up. I squeeze her hand softly, please wake up I mumble please I say but comes out in a whisper. *Beeeeeeep* I shot up and ran out of the room, "doctor, I need a doctor" I scream. Everything is chaotic, I'm forced to sit outside while my angel is in there. A small echo is heard and quick heavy footsteps "is she ok what's happening" Jake says anxiously, "her machine" I begin to let loose tears stream down my cheeks.
45 minutes later
I pace up and down the corridor impaitently, anger and sadness pulsing through me, the door opens, "Luke" the doctor says I rush towards him. He placed a hand on my shoulder "I'm sorry but she didn't make it" he says, I take his hand away "noooo" I scream. I punch the wall over and over again til my knuckles bleed. I slide down the wall and huddle myself together and agonizing screams and sobs fall from me.
Jake's POV
No, she can't be dead, I look towards Luke as he punches the wall, I watch as he cries. I want to hold tell him everything is ok, but he'd probably want space. This crazy chic changed him and now she's gone. I hear soft snores, great he fell asleep. I call Jack to come help me lift him.
Many years later
Ever since the day she died he'd become so ruthless and cold hearted not even I have seen this side of him or the gang.
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Teen FictionNOT a true story Abused girl captures bad boys interest, with twists. I suck at this, please just read it. It's amazing, I promise.
