Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

 

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KAYLA'S POV

 

"Mum!" I yell off into the distance. "Mum, I need you! I need you to help me!" I feel a cold tear slowly slide down my face. I don't know where I am. All I remember is something about a truck crashing into us and then it's black. I don't know where my Mum or Dad is. It's like when I closed my eyes my parents ran away or something.

 

"Can someone PLEASE tell me where I am?" I shout to apparently no one. All I hear is an echo of my voice traveling through the air out into the cold, dark night. It's hard to see anything, really. I think I'm in a ditch, but it's difficult to tell. My ears can spot out some sirens in the near distance and I think they're getting closer. I wish I could see far enough so I can find my parents.

 

I walk along the thousands of rocks lined up at the side of the road, squinting at them and believing that I see blood. My eyes widen and I bring my right hand up to my mouth, suddenly feeling ill. Where would blood come from? And why would it be near where I woke up? So many questions are wandering through my head that I didn't even notice flashing lights coming for my area. Maybe they know where my parents are! Maybe they can tell me what happened. I'm sure they know! What if they saw it all play out and went to go get backup?

 

"Hey!" I call out at the men and women now jumping out of the back of the truck. "Can you please tell me where I am?" I don't think I'm loud enough though because they don't even take a glance toward my being. "Do you have the slightest idea where my Mum is? My Dad, too?" A whimper escapes my trembling lips as I speak about my parents. Where could they be?

 

Like before, no one notices me so I just decide to take this into my own hands. Maybe they don't see me because it's too dark. 'They have flashlights, you idiot' my subconscious scolds me. Sometimes I can be really stupid.

 

I squint my eyes, trying to see further into the distance.

 

Nothing.

 

"Mum!" I holler. No response. "Dad!" Nada.

 

My feet take me a little further and I turn back just in time to see the strangers pulling a limp body on a stretcher. Air escapes my lungs, not even daring to go back in. My breath hitches in my throat and tears spring to my eyes immediately.

 

NO! No, it can't be!

 

Next thing I know, my legs are moving back and forth as fast as they possibly can, running towards those men and women carrying that lifeless body.

 

My vision is so blurry; I can hardly see where I'm running. A sharp pain strikes in the heel of my foot, making me wince in pain. I keep running on it in hopes it will go away. Boy, am I wrong.