I wake up the next morning with a splitting headache. I see two Motrin sitting on the table along with a cup of coffee.
I take the Motrin and drink my coffee until the headache briefly subsides. I hear the door open and Noah walks in.
"Hey" he says sitting down on the coach next to me.
"Hi" I say quietly, my head beginning to pound again.
"Listen Addison you don't have to be embarrassed we have all been there" he says looking at me with those eyes.
"Yeah why should I be embarrassed I just got extremely hammered and had to be picked up from a bar by a guy I met a week ago" I say tears coming to my eyes and one running down my cheek.
He looks up at the ceiling awkwardly.
"Your not very good at this" I say laughing though my tears.
"I have never really dealt with this before" he says laughing.
"What you've never had a crying girlfriend" I say.
"She was not really a crier" he says.
"Well neither am I for the record. I'm being such a girl." I say wiping the tears from my face. I look and see my phone on the table and see that I have 41 missed calls.
"Well you are a girl aren't you?" Noah asks. I sigh and set my phone back down "Yeah, but I'm a hell of a lot tougher than this."
"That thing rang all last night I think you should call them back" he says.
"I can't." I say looking down at my feet.
"Addison they'll get over it you, just go home" he says.
"Oh please what have you had to deal with in your perfect little North Dakota life" I snap at him.
"My dad left 3 years ago. He moved to California and got remarried a women that's closer to my age than his. I haven't gotten so much as a birthday card since." he says angrily.
"You don't know what happened to me. You have no room to say anything at all, so I suggest that you shut the hell up." I sneer at him.
I walk out the door and get in my car, pulling out on the dirt road.
I drive for hours the radio loud going way too fast.
The car came out of nowhere.
Slamming the drivers side of my car and spinning me around into the ditch. I feel it roll over and I slam against the window. I don't remember much except calling out for help, only to have my pleas go unanswered. Finally the pain becomes too much and I give into the urge to go to sleep.
I wake up in the ambulance and flash my eyes down to get a look at my leg and see the gash. The blood caking my jeans and underneath my finger nails from clawing at the car door trying to escape. I strain against the buckle that holds me on the stretcher. I see them looking through my phone calling my mom and dad. One of the EMTs sees that I am once again conscious and takes a mask, putting it over my mouth and nose making me inhale the gas. My vision blurs and I fade off into a heavily medicated sleep.
