Kiss Me {HIATUS}

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Zara Ellis

It wasn’t before we were in view of the tent that I fell.

The very muddy field where the festival was held was crowded, causing someone to barge me out of the way as the walked past. One of my welly boots caught in the mud, and I fell, ungraciously, into the sludge, while my foot was still stuck in my boot. I groaned in pain and annoyance, trying unsuccessfully to hoist myself from the ground.

“Oh my God, Zara!” Ash cried, not making any move to help me. “Are you okay?”

“Obviously not,” I muttered, before reaching out an arm. “Help me?”

Once I had finally managed to stand up, I winced, quickly resting all my weight on my right leg.

My best friend’s brow wrinkled with worry. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

The pain was unbearable, so instead of replying, I nodded. What if I had broken my ankle? What if I would never be able to walk again? I wondered, before scolding myself. Of course I would be fine, it was just I tiny sprain!

But as I limped back to the tent, Ashley supporting me the whole way, my confidence began to falter. My ankle was pulsing with pain by the time we managed to get back, and tears were prickling my eyes without sympathy.

“I think you should go to the hospital, seriously,” Ash said, kneeling down before me.

“No,” I objected stubbornly, crossing my arms for effect.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work.

And that’s how I ended up, less than fifteen minutes later, in Ash’s car on the way to the nearest hospital. Once we arrived, my crazy best friend raced round to my side of the car, opening the door and helping me out in one swift motion. As we stood before the towering building; me in fear, and Ash to busting point with pride, I understood I really should have fought harder against going.

I hated hospitals.

The very thought of them made me writher in fear, and ever since my mum died in a hospital in London a few years back, I had not stepped a foot inside one. The awful white walls and fake smiles caused my skin to break out in goose bumps. My dad, understanding my problem, accepted my phobia immediately, for which I was eternally grateful.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Ashley pulling me towards the door.

This was going to be a long day.

*

“You have a ruptured ligament,” the doctor said sympathetically. “basically, your ankle is sprained quite badly.”

I nodded, relief rushing though me, I had been expecting much worse. As the doctor left the room, Ash entered, looking flustered. Her eyes met mine, before she sprinted over, settling down carefully on my bed.

“What did she say?” she questioned, a hopeful look in her eyes.

“It’s just sprained, don’t worry,” I said, staring remorsefully down at my bright orange cast.

“That’s good,” Ash replied, her eyes following mine down to my foot. “Your cast is… nice?”

 “Yeah, right.” I said, raising my eyebrows in a questioning look. “It’s okay, I know it’s awful.”

She giggled. “Well, you won’t need it for long, right?”

“No, only six fucking weeks,” I replied, before placing my head in my hands with a groan. “Starbuck’s are never gonna take me back!”

“Aw, they will, you’re an amazing barista,” Ashley said with a smile. “Can you take it off in London?”

“Yup,” I replied. I was lucky enough to not have to come back to Manchester just to get my awful cast removed, for with I was grateful as hell. As much as I appreciated the doctor’s help, I still hated hospitals.

“Great,” my best friend replied. “Oh and by the way, your dad wanted you to call her.”

“Did you tell him what happened?!” I shrieked. Knowing my dad, he would probably freak majorly, if he found out I was injured. It was hard enough getting him to let me go to SoundWave in the first place.

“Nope, well not really…” she said vaguely, avoiding my eyes.

I groaned, reaching for my jacket pocket, where my phone was located. Once I found it, I fumbled to unlock it, realizing it was on silent. Groaning again, I stared at the screen.

9 missed calls and 5 texts.

Well, I thought with a sigh, that wasn’t as bad as I expected. Without opening the texts, I pressed speed-dial.

Dad picked up on the first ring. “Zara Tatiana Ellis, what is going on?”

Fuck, I swore under my breath. If my dad used my full name I knew I was in deep shit. Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Um, well, I’m in hospital…”

I heard a sharp intake of breath, before my dad exploded. “What?!”

“Yeah, well, I slipped in some mud and I, um, sprained my ankle,” I replied hesitantly, hoping for the best.

“Oh, sweetheart,” my dad sighed.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I replied, glad that he wasn’t angry anymore.

“Well, you know what that means, right?”

Damn, just when I had thought I was off the hook. “What?”

“You have to come back to London, Zara.”

“What?” I asked, my eyes flicking to Ash, who was staring at me, expectantly. “Why?”

“So that I can look after you, of course,” My dad replied with a sigh.

“But Ash can look after me!” I retorted desperately. “I’ll be fine!”

“Sorry, honey, it’s final.”

My shoulders drooped, before I smiled sadly at Ash, who had most likely heard the entire conversation.

“You’re coming back to London.”

~

Oooh, cliffhanger! Kinda...

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