Song: Love Lies--Khalid ft. Normani
~Zane's POV~
I don't care about the stupid speed limit. Cassie is knocked out cold in the back and I'm at the verge of going hysteria. Can someone please tell me something I don't want to hear right now?
Why is she doing this to herself? Why is she doing this to me for crying out loud?
I'm trying but she's not getting that. I'm doing everything I can. I thought life was giving me another chance after Ciara but no, it's just problems. I'm angry but what can I do? I love her but loving her is so hard. Loving her is like drinking poison that you know you could die from.
Overdose?
The car in front of me is not helping the whole situation. Angrily I begin to horn and I think he gets the point, he moves his car out of my way.
This is crazy. So fucking crazy. Everything is so fucked up I don't know what to think about anymore.
The hospital not long after comes into view and all the anger dissipates. I sigh quietly, hoping she'll be fine.
The stench of disinfectant is everywhere. I'm sitting in the waiting room, thinking of what to do. I've been here for an hour and nothing. No one's told me how she's doing, but with the hastened movements, I'm scared. My phone is ringing in my back pocket. I don't want to pick it but what choice do I have.
"Hello," I say on the phone
"Zane, how are you doing?"
"I'm good Mrs Evans,"
"I've been trying to get in touch with Cassie but her phone's been switched off. Is she next to you?"
"Umm...she used the sleeping pills. I think that's why and I'm not sure she'd wanna be woken up."
"You are right. Just tell her mum called and when she wakes up, she should call back. Thank you Zane,"
"Okay ma'am."
How do I tell her what's been going on? I just lied to her...partially. She used the sleeping pills but she's in the hospital because she overdosed. I slide the phone back into my pocket, placing my head in my hands.
"Vanessa nobody should know what's going on please."
"She needs to go back to rehab. Zane this is attempted suicide and I'm her therapist. I know what's best for her,"
"I also. She doesn't want to go back there-"
"Zane, I don't need you to do my job for me. Okay? She needs to go back because she could be dangerous-"
"Can you even hear yourself out? You call her dangerous?"
"Look at what she's doing to you. I'm booking her for rehab classes and that's final,"
"Sure. I'll inform her parents then."
"If that's what you want. Just tell them," she says sternly over the phone before hanging up.
"Mr Newman?" a deep voice calls out my name.
I raise my head from the hands, placing them on my thighs. "Yes?"
"Cassandra is awake and she says she wants to see you. She's not strong much so I suggest you think about what you say to her. If there is any problem, don't hesitate calling a nurse,"
I nod and walk into the room opposite where I sat. I push the door to find her staring up at the ceiling but she turns to look at me. I think she noticed my presence.
She tries speaking but I cut her off. "What were you thinking Cassie? Why the hell would you overdose? Do you know what you did to me? I lied to your mum. I'm sick of all of this. I thought I lost you. When I think we're getting somewhere, you always take us back-"
"I'm sorry Zane,"
"Sorry?" I scoff. "If you were sorry, you'd think of me. You won't try killing yourself. With Ciara-"
"Now you're comparing me to Ciara-"
"That's because she was better than you," I shout. Her eyes widen at my statement.
"Really?"
"I just came to tell you that Vanessa's booked you for rehab,"
"You're gonna send me back? Who do you think you are? My parents?" Her words laced with bitterness. She's feeling withdrawn.
"I may not be them but I think you need it," I say, not able to look into her eyes.
"Wow Zane, you are just like them. Betrayals. Greg was the first and now you. I was so stupid to even trust you,"
"I'm sorry but this is all over."
"It never meant anything to you, did it?"
The kiss.
"It did till you tried killing yourself. I'm sorry," and with that I'm out of the room.
I can't take this anymore. I storm out of the building angrily. Who the hell does she think she is?
I open the car and shut it loudly. I slot in the key but I can't. I hold on to the steering wheel, my knuckles turning a lighter shade.
Regrets.
Anger.
Hate.
"Wow Zane, you are just like them. Betrayals. Greg was the first and now you. I was so stupid to even trust you,"
"I hate you. I hate you so much..." I scream loudly.
I need to get rid of the frustration, not where Zara is. Somewhere far. I don't need them taking her away.
I pick my phone and call the first number I see.
"James is Darren with you?"
"Yeah we're all together. Whats up?"
"A lot,"
"Whoa! You sound mad." He says amusingly.
"Can I come?" I say angrily. He goes silent for a moment.
"Yeah. No probs,"
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