Behind the Scenes (A Mikey Fusco Love Story) *Completed*

Chapter Twenty

(Gabrielle's POV)

I woke up, white surrounding me. I immediately started panicking. Am I dead? "Oh my god, she's awake!" The familiarity of my mom's voice calmed me down. Her arms wrapped around me tight, her scent overwhelming me, but making me feel calmer. My throat hurt, but I managed to croak out a sentence. "Where am I?" My mom looked at me, and gently rubbed my hair back off my face. "The hospital... You got in a car crash, sweetie." I felt my stomach churn at the thought of it. "Oh my God... Is everyone okay? How is Dave?!" I couldn't help but panic. A car crash?! That was terrible! "Yes, sweetie, calm down... Everyone is very lucky to be okay... Especially you..." My mom said, her eyes clouding over with tears. "Oh, mommy..." I sniffled, and hugged her. She cried into my hair, rubbing my back. "I was so scared I was going to lose you, baby girl..." I sniffled back my tears, and squeezed her tight. I buried my face into her chest, and cried, I was completely and utterly shaken up and terrified. My attention went to the door when I heard someone clear their throat. Standing there, was Mikey. My mom looked at me, wiping the tears off her face. "Um, I'm going to go get a coffee." She grabbed her purse, kissed my forehead, and walked out of the room, leaving me and Mikey alone. I mentally cursed, I am going to hurt her. To distract from how awkward I was feeling, I casually reached for the water that was on the table next to my bed. It slipped from my hand, and went crashing to the ground, the water spilling everywhere. "Shit." I groaned, and tried to get out of bed, but Mikey stopped me. "I've got it." He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed towels, mopping up the mess I made. He set the cup back on the table, and looked at me. "Um, thanks." I said, and laid under my covers, my back to Mikey. "Gab..." He started, his hand landing on my back. "No." I said, and sat up, despite the pain rushing through my leg. "I'm not speaking to you." "Please, just give me a chance to explain!" He said, trying to grab my hand. I pulled away, and shook my head. "What could you possibly tell me Mikey? Oh, you didn't mean it? You're sorry? It's all bullshit! I can't believe you'd use me like that! And to think I was actually starting to like you..." Mikey's eyes got wide, and he sniffled, trying to hold back his tears. "I didn't-" "Save it. Now leave, Mikey. Before I get my body guards to escort you out." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He looked at me sadly one last time, then sighed. "I'll go... But Gab please just know, I really was not using you... Media has a way of twisting words... You should understand that, your mom nearly got sued because TMZ morphed what she said about Louis Vutton and Michael Kors! But we both know she didn't trash talk those brands on TV... Sometimes, you can't believe what you hear... Just please, remember that..." And with that he was gone. I sighed, and fell back into my pillow. He was right. But he admitted he was just using me! But maybe that isn't what really happened. No! I can't let him play with my mind like that. I shut my eyes, and decided to just rest and think. I can't be in conflict with myself. I know what I heard. He was using me. He was a bad guy, and I was done with him...