The Pretty And The Popular

Chapter Twenty

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Chapter Twenty

~*~Tiffany POV~*~

Something thudded into my chest. I knew what it was. What else could it be? I looked up to see Lucas shout and shoot the man who'd just killed me. I ghasped for breath and all I thought about was the wish that Lucas would be okay. Parker too, and Davin. I looked down at my chest and moved my eyes away again. Too much blood...I was going to die, sure thing.

"Lucas..." I traied to talk but realized I wasn't breathing. I closed my eyes, feeling hands on my neck and arm, then my shirt being torn away, fingers around the bullet hole. Nothing could save me now.

~*~Lucas POV~*~

"She isn't awake yet." dad said.

"But she's still alive, right?!" I felt as though I was going insane. I gripped my hair with my fingers, desperately.

"Luacs,"

"What are you trying to tell me?" I cried. "Is she alive?!"

"Yes, Tiffany is alive. Just not consious yet." dad pushed me into a chair.

"And what about her family? Do they even give a shit? Last time she was in the hospital they heard shed live and didn't care. The only ones who actually gave a damn were here sister and brothers."

"Lucas,"

"I don't even think they notice her-"

"LUCAS!" dad growled. My mouth snapped shut and I hurried my face in my hands. "She will be okay. It's the blood loss. Do you know exactly what happened?"

"N-o." my voice cracked. "The son if a bitch shot her and then I saw her dying, and I killed him. I don't regret it, either."

"Son."

"Anyone who would hurt her deserves to die." I snapped.

"Well it barely missed. The bullet splintered some ribs, and exited out her body into the table."

"Dad I need to see her. Just to know she's okay." I choaked. I wasn't that worried about Davin. He was stitched up and moving about normaly. Just not using the arm Mitch, but he'd start rehab soon. Parker was in the caffeteria getting lunch, and I had stayed here. I couldn't eat without her.

"Come on." dad clapped me on the shoulder and put a hand on my upper arm, leading me through the hospital. He showed his badges to the nurses who stopped him, and we got to her room. The glass door slid aside and I saw her. She looked exactly as she had last time. Same position. Same wires, if not more. I sat down next to her, my hand hovering over hers.

"Can I touch her?" I asked dad. He nodded. I slid my hand under her's and kissed it lightly. Her fingers twitched.

"Dad, she moved!" I exclaimed.

"Nurse," dad told the nurse. She stood on the other side of the bed.

"Tiffany, can you hear me? It's Lucas. Your Lucas." there was another movement of her arm. It squeezed my hand. It was the slightest thing in the world, but it was there.

"Nurse, she squeezed my hand. Hardly, but I could feel it!" she smiled.

"That's good." she watched Tiffany and moved some wires, disconnecting some.

"Lu.." I heard a whisper.

"Nurse-"

"Yes, I heard." she snapped.

"Lucas". I heard it clearly. But her voice was so weak.

"Tiffany, I'm here." I squeezed her hand.

"Good."

~*~Tiffany POV~*~

"Tiffany, I'm here." Lucas squeezed my hand and I would have squeezed back, but I was so unbelieveably tired I couldn't do anything but let the sleep take me in.

For the next what felt like forever, all I could feel was nothing, and all I could see was darkness. In the end what woke me up was a nightmare. I was shot then helplessly watched Lucas die.

"Tiffany, Tiffany it's okay. Your alright." Lucas was holding my hand. "Hey, you alright?" I was sataring off into the distance, trying not to cry. I was sitting up and it hurt like hell. "Aw, shit." Lucas put his hands behind my back where there were no bandages.

"Lean back, babe. I got ya." I relaxed mu muscled and leaned into his arms. When he'd got me down, I grabbed his hand, holding it against my face. A single tear had fallen and he wiped it away. I tried to talk, but it came out in a rhaspy whisper.

"Lucas, what happened?"

"Hold on." he kissed me quickly. He called a nurse and she started examining me, making sure I didn't have a concussion and other things. When she left after giving me medication, I was propped up in a sitting position with a stack of homework by the bed. Lucas was insane. He was shaking. His hands moved as he tried to touch my face. He pulled his hands back then tried again, this time resting his hand there.

"How long?" I asked. "Was I..."

"Three days." he croaked. "You shouldn't be alive." he smiled, a tear on his cheek. I reached up and touched it, my muscles straining to do so.

"Oh my god, Tiffany." he kissed me.

"How am I alive?" I asked, resting his forehead against mine.

"It barely misse your heart. It was just above. You splintered ribs, but your heart was saved. Thank god." he closed his eyes and I gripped his shirt in my fist, trying to leave my hand there, but not quite finding the strength. My fingers let go and my arm hit the blankets. His head snapped up.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I whispered. "Just hurting and...weak." I tilted my head back, breathing deep. Well, as deep as I could, concidering I had a bullet hole in my chest and some broken ribs.

"My family." I said, eyes still closed. "Arent they here?" there was a sickening pause when my eyes flodded.

"No." he said softly. "But Lindy called me. She and your older brothers and Dennis are on their way." he ran his hand up and down my arm.

"And my parents?" I asked, closing my eyes. The tears gushed out.

"No." he gripped my hand tight. "But Tiffany, they do care."

"No. They don't. My siblings, yeah. But my parents don't give a shit. They never have. Here's a credit card, Tiffany. Go buy yourself things to fill the empty hole where your parenalts should be!"

"Tiffany, stop! Your going to hurt yourself." he was right. I could barely breathe." he put a hand on the side ofmy face, trying to calm me down.

Weeks passed, and after a month I was cleared to go home. And I was bringing Lucas with me. So was his mom. We'd gotten permission for them to stay. Lindy, Simon, John, Dennis. The only faithful members of my family. Lucas and I drive my car, and the others split Simon and John took dennis, and Lindy took Sara. Lucas and I pulled in my driveway and I thanked god thati wasn't driving. I had a melt down and we stayed in the car after parking fir about five minutes, gathering me back togeather.

Mom and dad were at work....imagine that. I took Lucas up to my room and we fell back onto my bed, exhausted, though it was only ten at night. I ended up falling asleep, my arms holding tight to him, not caring what my parents would say in the morning if they happened to check on me at all...dad esepially wouldn't be pleased.