Meeting the world

Chapter 17

Maya's pov

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One second I was walking toward the police officer to answer questions, the next I was on the floor.

Everything else was a blur. I heard voices, but couldn't see anything but dark shapes. I heard the pounding of my heart echo through my skull. I was alone, left to listen to my own thoughts pound their way through my mind.

Was I dead? Was this what it was like to be in heaven? Or hell? Or neither?

I felt like I was floating in a sea of voices, some familiar, some not.

But I knew one thing. It was his voice that pulled my back into consciousness.

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The lights were blinding at first but my eyes adjusted.

"Cowboy." I said as I smiled. I was so glad to see him. These past 24 hours have been a lot, and I was happy to have Lucas by me side. I hugged him so tight I thought my arms would fall off.

"You scared me." He whispered. His eyes were bloodshot and his fist was swollen.

"What happen to your hand?" I asked, concerned.

He chuckled.

"Look at you. You're the one in the hospital and you're worried about my hand?"

I punched him in the arm playfully.

"What happened?" I laughed.

"I kinda punched your dickhead of a dad." He said and grinned.

And I I couldn't be happier that my father got beaten up by a cowboy. My cowboy.