Abigail POV
I finally got out of the hospital. Chaelee is nowhere to be seen, but I know somethings up. The guys are avoiding me whenever I ask and I'm sick of it. My stiches on my arms are itching and I've already ripped them out before.
"Okay. Now I'm fucking sick of it. Where the hell is Chaelee?!" I nearly shouted, since they wont leave the hospital cafe. "Would you stop asking and accept the fact that we're not going to tell you?!" I sighed and walked out, going towards the waiting room and the doors to leave.
Not hearing any protests, I walked right out of the hospital and towards our house. When I walked in, I unfollowed all of the boys and deleted all our pictures from twitter, after saving them to my phone.
I walked around the whole house, collecting my things and putting my important things in my bag. When I thought I had everything, I changed into high waisted shorts and a crop top, and grabbed the bag and walked out of the house. If they dont wanna tell me where the hell Chae is then I guess they don't get to know where the hell I am, right?
I put my beats around my neck and plugged them into my phone, playing Wrapped Around Your Finger. Sighing, I realized I have a truck. And the keys are in my pocket. Walking back to the house, I twirled the key ring around my finger and unlocked the truck when it came into range.
Flinching when I heard Luke's worried voice, I scrambled into the truck and drove to the hospital. I ran up to the lady at the desk and kept looking at the door. "Chaelee Marie?" (if her last name is something else then please tell me because i cant find it so if i didnt give her a last name then its this now so yea)
She told me a room number and I ran straight to it, running in and seeing Chaelee sitting upright in the bed. "What the hell happened to me?!" She nearly shouted at me. "Nigga damn!! I have no clue!! I'm guessing you passed out from anxiety or somethin' cause you're just like me." She nodded and I sat next to her.
"I almost left." I said, loud enough for her to hear. "What?" I sighed. "Left. Not coming back. You know. Like we've been wanting to do since, what? The seventh grade?" She nodded. "Yea. Seventh."
Luke ran in and I nearly shouted curses at him. He held me down and I sighed as I had an anxiety attack and passed out in the chair.
This is so shitty i know but its because this bitch on facebook thinks she's bigger and badder than me and she's making fun of me because i cut and im suicidal so yea I've had a lot on my mind and this was a rushed chapter aswell so :// Yea.
