It Exceeds Her

Chapter 10 - All Around Douchebag Rich Boy

Ashton's POV

Three kegs, a cartoon of vodka bottles and a couple of cases of wine coolers later, the party was in full swing. Girls were dancing on the living room floor, and boys were drinking there livers away.

Everyone, and I mean everyone, was hammered. Ayden and I take turns being the sober one for a party. Sadly, it was my turn to stay stone cold sober.

"Ashton" I turn on my heel towards the voice.

"Zoey?" I question. Her light brown hair is flowing down to her waist. She stands just 2 inches shorter than me. Her eyes looked stressed, likes shes distressed. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Chloe" just the mention of her name, sends a shock through my body. "She's... bed... pain" she sobs. My body stiffened just at the idea of Chloe hurt.

"What happened?" I question sternly. She shakes her head in response. She grabs my arm and starts to drag me towards the back stairs.

I follow her upstairs to Chloe's bedroom, and the second we enter her room I hear whimpers fill the suite. Chloe's lying on her bed, clutching her stomach with her arm. Sweat rolls down her forehead, a clear sign of pain.

"Chloe!? What happened?" I question, carefully approaching her.

"Ashton?" she says through gritted teeth.

"I had to tell someone. And Ayden was... busy" Zoey responds like she's answering a question that Chloe silently asked.

"Can someone tell me what happened?" I ask again, now with authority in my voice.

"She's-" Zoey doesn't get to finish her sentence, because Chloe hops out of her bed and leaps for the bathroom. Our eyes cross before we run towards the bathroom to help her.

Her blonde silk like hair, sticks to her face as I carefully peel it all back into a ponytail with my hands to hold back while she continues to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Her forehead was burning, and I knew exactly what this mimicked.

Last year, Ayden came down with similar symptoms and it was not pretty. And if it's the same as Ayden than we need to get her medical attention stat.

After she's done hacking up her stomach contents, she finally lifts her head out of the bowl. "Chloe, does your stomach hurt?" I ask hoping the answer is no, but that most likely is not going to be her answer.

She nods weakly, clutching stomach as she bends her knees towards her chest.

"Zoey, grab her purse. We gotta get you to the hospital, Chlo" her eyes widen in panic, but I don't give it a second thought as I pick her up bridal style and grabbing her car keys off her nightstand.

If this is what I think it is, Chloe's in for a long night. Five minutes later were in Bentley, with Chloe spread across the back and Zoey in shotgun.

I found Ayden, but he was long past hammered. Luckily Felix didn't have much to drink so he was quite sober enough. I explained what had happened, he agreed to handle the party and kick everyone out in an hour or so.

We made it to Breckenridge Memorial Hospital within ten minutes. The second the nurses saw me carrying Chloe into the ER there doctors surrounding her. She had blacked out from the pain just a few moments before we reached the hospital.

Zoey went to go grab us some coffees, knowing that tonight was going to be long. She was still in shock of what was happening, and hopefully coffee would snap her back to reality. I lingered in the corner of the room the had Chloe in while doctors and nurses worked about her.