Bad Luck

True colors

Fins POV

We waited in the waiting room for almost an hour. Dr. Simmings approached us.
"We lost her a few times but she came back."
"How many times?" Jane asked.
"Jane." Ash looked at her and I looked at the doctor.
"Its fine." Jane looked at Ash then at the Doctor.
She cleared her throat, "three times." She answered in regret.
"Three times?" Jane repeated and the doctor looked at me.
"Dr. Scitzerlen did not want to give up on her." She smiled softly and I got a text from Kayla.

Kayla:
👅🍆💦

I looked at Ash and Jenna.
"I have to go."
I walked away and gave Sam and Hannah kisses on their heads.
"What's wrong with Beli?" I liked that they called her Beli because it sounds like Belly.
"She's been in an accident." I bent down to look at Hannah.
"Is she going to be okay?" Sam asked.
"We don't know for sure, but we have high hopes." I gave them both smiles and walked away.

Ashtons POV

I thought to myself...its been strange how Timothee hasnt even appeared ever since Aaron's accident.
I went out the building and decided to walk for a while. I couldn't think straight knowing I could lose my sister at any moment.
I started to think as to why he hasnt even contacted us. I grabbed my phone to call him but I didn't need to. I looked up at saw him with another chick. I scoffed and took a picture of him and he was laughing and kissing the girl.
I imagined myself fucking him up but i held back and watched him. I took multiple pictures and when I lowered my phone I began to walk away. I turned my head over and noticed that he saw me but he probably thinks that I didn't see him. I went home and waited for him cheating ass. I didn't bother telling Fin because I know the damage he'll do. I called Fin.

A: Yo, don't come over. I'm having a girl over.

F: well what are you doing calling me? Hit that shit.

He hung up the phone and I put my phone down. I grabbed Timothee's shit and put everything in a box.
I put it near the door. I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and slowly drank it. The door opened and Timothee entered with a smile on his face.
He saw his things near the door and his smile slowly faded away. He looked at me confused.
"Wha--" he sighed, "You saw didnt you?" He closed his eyes, lowered his head and shook his head. He looked at me, I turned my phone on, put it on gallery, clicked on the pics, and tosses it to him. He caught it and saw the pictures.
"I swear I didn't mean to--"
"Don't." I shook my head.
"Ash, let me expl--"
I

looked at him in the eyes and stood on my feet, "its strange how we give you a roof over your head, food in your stomach--"

"I didn't mean to--"
I threw the bottle towards him but I purposely missed his head and it hit the door behind him.
"You may be twice my size and be stronger than I am but i will tell you this as a fact. I could do more damage to a person than you could, so i suggest you get your shit," I raised my voice, "and get the fuck out of here!" I began to yell at him, "If i ever see your fucking face around here again, I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING BASH YOUR FUCKING HEAD INTO THE GROUND!" I got up in his face, "and do not think that i will not hesitate in doing so, because I have taken a man's life before!" I lowered my voice, "Don't think I won't do it again." He grabbed his things, "and don't bother contacting Aaron because she won't have a single memory of you." I saw his reaction and he was hurt. He grabbed his things and as he walked away I slammed the door behind him and grew angry. I was breathing heavily and walked back in forth realizing that I'm pacing. I've been pacing for five minutes and have been breathing heavily. I stopped and dragged my hands through my hair. I looked down at the floor. "FUCK!" I yelled and got doen on my knees. "Fuck!" I punched the floor and continued to punch it until i had a breakdown. "Fuck." I whispered and stopped punching the floor. I felt the pain in my hands but I ignored it and just sat on the floor as I had a break down thinking of my sister. What if she's going to die? What if she never wakes up? What if she never remembers us? What if she remembers and decides to leave? What if she hates the way we live? What if she hates us? What if...