Ava Sinclair has it all. She has money, a huge mansion, and three rich friends. One thing she doesn't have is a good relationship with her dad. After a summer of depression, due to her mother's overdose on drugs which lead to her death, it is time f...
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I wake up to beeping. It sounded like a monitor. I wiggles my fingers to find something plastic clamped onto my pointer finger. I slowly opened my eyes to the blurry white ceiling. I blinked a few times and tried to sit up but something pushed me back down. I looked up to see Brandon sitting next to me.
"Don't try to sit up," he said looking at me. I looked into his eyes in fear. I notice a patch of skin that is cut near his eyebrow and he has a cut lip. My eyes fill with tears.
"Hey, Ava, it's okay. Don't cry," he said smoothing my hair around my face.
"Please tel me I'm not paralyzed from the waist down," I say thinking of the worst possible scenario. I'll never be able to dance again.
"No, Ava, you're okay. You have a mild concussion, a fractured wrist and a few bruised ribs," he said touching my cheek. I look at my right and and see a wrap around my wrist along with a brace. I look up at him.
"What happened?" I asked softly.
"You crashed my car," he laughed. My eyes widened.
"Oh my god, you're car! Brandon! I'm so sorry," I say.
"Hey, hey it's okay, it's in the shop." He smiled. The he started laughing. "I can't believe you're more worried about the car than you. Don't do that ever again Ava." He smiled. I smiled as he put his hand around mine.
"How long have I been here?" I asked.
"A few days," he said. I look around and see flowers and balloons.
"Melody, Jessica, and Samara brought those in." I smiled and squeezed his hand.
"I'm going to go get the doctor," he said. I nodded.
When the doctor came in he told me about my injuries and that I will be needing a lot of rest to recover. My body is really sore from the impact of the other car hitting the car and my energy is drained. I will be able to leave the hospital in a few days.
After the doctor talks to me Brandon tells me he has to go to the police station because they arrested his father last night. I was grateful because it means they can get a lawyer now and get his dad away from his family. I end up taking a long nap and when I wake up I eat the gross hospital food while watching tv.
There is a knock on my door and I turn off the tv. The door opens and Pricilla walks in. I haven't seen her since Friday night.
"Hey," she says softly.
"Hi," I say back still frozen. She shuts the door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as she sits in the chair Brandon has been sitting in.
"I came to talk and to see how you we're doing. Everyone has been really worried about you," she said. A beat of silence goes by.
