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Chapter One

(Bree's POV)

I round a corner as I hear my phone buzz. As I look down at the white Apple phone, Bad Blood by Taylor Swift comes on shuffle. I scream the lyrics at the top of my lungs.

"Where the hell are you, Bree?!"

Texts from my best friend. Oh, joy.

"I'm driving. Be there in 10. Chill out!"

I put the phone back down and blast the song. Tapping on the wheel, I come to a stop at a stop sign. Seeming as it is 12:30 AM, there's really nobody on this street, so I look down at my phone once more.

"I will not chill out! You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago. Everyone is hungry and you have the fucking pizza!"

Baby now we got bad blood.

I was supposed to be at Sheena's house for her party at midnight. That was only a half hour ago... Why is she so damn upset?

"Sheena. You need to stop. I'll go as fa-"

My head hits the steering wheel.

Oh god.

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As I open my eyes, I have a pounding in my head.

What happened?

I look around the room and realize I'm in a hospital. My mom is sitting in the corner, wiping her face with a tissue, as she scans the book in front of her.

"Mom, are you okay?" I only say this softly, so my head doesn't hurt any worse than it already does. I put my fingers to my forehead and feel stitches. I messed up big time...

"Oh thank God you're okay," she says as she rushes to my bedside. "Do you remember what happened?" She looks so worried.

Do I remember what happened?

"What time is it?"

"It's 8:30, honey."

I've been out for 8 hours?! Did I really hit my head that hard?

My stomach growls. "What's for breakfast?"

"I'm not sure. Your dad had to go to work, and the doctor said that once you woke up, you were allowed to go. I should probably call him in though." She walks out the door, to get my doctor I assume.

She walks back in, smiling now, with her brunette curls bouncing at her shoulders. There is a man with her, in his 50's maybe.

"Hello Bree, I'm Dr. Johnson. You were in an accident. How do you feel?" His voice is soothing, makes me feel a little more comfotable.

"I feel alright. My head hurts though." Can I get some damn pain killers?

"I assume it will for a while. You hit your head pretty hard on the steering wheel. Do you remember what happened last night?"

Oh shit.

I was texting and driving.

"Yes, I was at a stop sign, when suddenly I got hit from behind."

I can't believe I'm lying to a doctor.

This is terrible.

"That's what we assumed had happened too. When an ambulance got to the scene, there was a huge dent in the back of your car and you were unconsious. There was a hit and run. I'm so sorry this happened." He looks genuinely sorry. I can't believe I lied straight to his face.

There's no proof I was texting. Is God blessing me or something?!

I need to get out of here. I can't have the stress on my shoulders like this.

"Can I leave?" I sat up in my bed, trying to look as healthy as possible.

"How badly does your head hurt?"

"It's alright. I will survive if I can get some ibuprofen or something." I pull the blanket down to uncover me, and start to stand up.

He laughs. "I think we can do that for you. I'll go get you 400mg, and when you get home you can take the amount you need, appropriately of course."

Dr. Johnson walks away, leaving my mom and I alone in my room. "God, you are so lucky you didn't get hurt worse. This is why I don't like you driving!"

Really, mom.

"Mom, I'm 17. I've had my license for over a year! I'm going to be a senior next week. You can't tell me not to drive."

"I know, honey. But..."

She keeps talking, but I ignore her. I just remembered... My first day of my senior year is in 2 days. And I have stitches in my face?! This is not happening...

I interrupt my mom in the middle of her sentence. "Oh my God, Mom... Am I going to have stitches for my first day of school...?"

"Don't worry Bree. The cut in your head wasn't too bad, and Dr. Johnson said that we can come back tomorrow and get your stitches taken out. You will have a mark on your forehead, but the stitches won't be there." She rubs her finger on my face, like she used to do when she put me to bed as a kid.

"I love you, Mom." I haven't been as close to her lately. Maybe it's time I forget about finding my birth dad for a while... Focus on the parents that actually give a shit.

"I love you too, Bree. Let's get ready to go. I'll give you a minute to change."

Now I'm alone with my thoughts.

Bad Blood starts playing in my head again. That song reminds me so much of my birth parents, it's insane.

Stop Bree!

I walk over to my mom's bag, look inside and see my clothes. I pull out my size 7 skinny jeans and wiggle into them. I put on my bra, then grab the lavendar v-neck.

I walk into the bathroom, and look in the mirror. My straight, strawberry-blonde, bob looks good, setting at my shoulders, just like it looked last night. My bright blue eyes look alright, besides the fact that they are bloodshot as hell. But my forehead... I am not loving this look. Thank God I can come back tomorow and get this thing out of my head.

I walk out of the bathroom to see my mom and Dr. Johnson, who is standing with a cup of water and a little container with the ibuprofen. I take them from him, give a quick "Thank you," and swallow the pills with ease.

"Thanks for everything, Doc. See you tomorrow." I start to walk away as my mom grabs my arm.

"You might want to put your shoes on, Bree." She gives out a laugh as she shoves my pink Converse into my stomach. I drop them on the floor, slip them on, and set out the door again.

I'm so ready to be home.

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