EMILY

The Accident

Justin's POV

I held the glass full of vodka in my left hand. My right hand was still hurting because of what I did. After Emily cut the call, I lost my temper once again and broke everything in my sight. From the vase in the lounge to the glass table that was set for the date, with all the plates. That explains why I ended up with a bleeding hand.

"Pour some more." I said in slurred speech to the bartender who passed me a strange look before pouring vodka in my glass.

Everything was broken beyond repair. My chance with Emily was damaged beyond repair. She made it clear that she would never forgive me. The only thing she will ever feel for me was hate.

Once I was drunk beyond my senses, I stood up and wobbled out of the bar, to my car. There were very few people on the road at this time in the night. Sure I could drive in my drunk state, this won't be the first time.

Sitting in the driver seat, I started the engine and turned the car towards Noah's house where I was staying.

My eyes wavered to my phone, as if there would be a miracle and she would call me and say something like she is ready to give me another chance or that she regretted ditching the date. But that was not going to happen.

When the screen didn't lit up after staring at it for five minutes, I kept one hand at the steering wheel and threw the mobile on the backseat with my other hand.

My head was hurting like hell and my vision had started ro turn blurry. I hate feeling like this, like my life has ended and there was nothing else I wanted to do. I hate feeling this weak.

"Fuck." I cursed under my breath.

Keeping my eyes fixated on the road, I continued driving. Halfway on the road, my phone started to ring. My heart skipped a beat and I turned around to find it, keeping my hand still at the steering wheel. There was no traffic at this moment.

When I finally found the phone, it was my mom calling. Throwing the phone back in disappointment, I angled my neck to look at the road and when I did, I found a car driving towards me at full speed.

In the rush, I couldn't think clearly, the wind screen felt blurry to my eyes. My hands started shivering and my legs gave up. The sound of the car was approaching closer. In the rush of everything, I tried to apply brake but lost the control of the car and the next moment, everything went black.

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Emily's POV

The sound of my phone ringing woke me up. Groaning in pain, I shifted fo sitting position and held my head tightly. Due to all the crying last night, my head was hurting really badly. Plus, I had slept in a really uncomfortable position and that resulted in a spasm in my neck muscles.

It took my brain a minute to start working and when it did, I searched for my phone and answered it.

"Did you watch the news?" Alicia asked in a distressed voice.

"No. What happened?" I questioned.

"It's Justin. He was in an accident." she mumbled in a really low voice. Hopping out of bed, I rushed downstairs without even wearing the slippers. I even slipped at one place but I couldn't care less.

Dad was already watching a science channel. Snatching the remote from him, I changed to a news channel, while he gaped at me with worried face.

"The family didn't tell the media about his current condition. Our resources informed us that he is still under surgery. The flight of mayor Asher Reed who was in Washington for the last few days, landed just an hour ago."

"Oh God!" I fell back on the couch and hid my face in my palm. I hadn't realised how bad I was trembling until dad hugged me and pulled me to his chest.

The news started again, about how the accident happened four hours ago and how he was identified, the details of his clothes, his shoes, his car, everything .

"Emily!" Dad called by my name but I was too lost to reply at that moment. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I let out few loud sobs.

"D.. Dad." I lifted my head up and stared at him with longing eyes. "Take me to him. I want to meet him. I need to be with him."

"But Emily-"

"Dad please." I begged. He looked confused for a moment, probably wondering why I reacted in that way. But he decided not to ask further and picked the car keys from the table.

"Let's go." he said, griping my hand.

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We tried to get through the security but they didn't let us in. Almost twenty of private security guards of Reed family were guarding the front gate of the hospital. There were media gathered around, reporters from all the channels, trying to get inside.

"Please. I know him. Just let me in." I said to one of the men dressed in their signature black uniform but he refused to answer to me or even acknowledge me.

After arguing with him for too long, I was about to throw a fit when Noah came out to talk to the guard and saw me standing there.

I requested him to let me come inside so he talked to the guard and he finally let me in. I asked Dad to go back and wait for me in the house which he refused at first but then agreed at last, considering the guard won't let him in.

"How is he?" I asked once I was inside the hospital. "Is he.. Oh God, is he okay.. The surgery.. Accident.." my throat was constricting at all the various possibilities. Noah's eyes looked bloodshot and his cheeks were stained with dried tears.

Noah patted my back when he found me struggling for oxygen. "Calm down Emily." he said and ran to get water for me. Once the water wet my throat, my heart stopped beating at such an alarming speed and I sighed deeply once or twice.

Noah led me to a nearby desk and sat me there. "He is out of surgery." he told me and sat down beside me.

"Take me to him." I requested. "I want to see him."

"Doctors have shifted him to ICU. The surgery was successful but they can't say anything for now. His injuries were really severe and they think it would take him some time to wake up." he told me, his voice was exhausted.

A huge ball of nerves formed in my throat and I tried my best to swallow it but failed. My heart was trying to leap out of my chest and my stomach was a mess.

"How did it happen?" I asked.

"He was drunk driving." Noah replied and I burst out crying once again. It happened because of me. I broke his heart and he got drunk, which led to the accident.

I caused it.

"Emily, please don't cry." Noah rubbed my cheeks with a handkerchief but I couldn't stop. It felt like a dam has broken and water was continuously flowing out of it.

"I am.. Fi.. Fin.. Fine.." I couldn't even form a sentence, while Noah gaped at me with a worried face.

God, why am I so weak?

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