A Stormy Love

Chapter 8

*at Jake's apartment*

Water drips onto the floor as you step out of the shower into the steamy room. Grabbing a towel, you wrap it around your body and open the door. You notice the towel was just long enough to cover your 'parts' and you secretly hope your boyfriend notices that too. Everything about him obviously made you insanely horny. Your hair dripping onto the hardwood floor was the only noise you could hear in the entire penthouse. "Jake...?" you call, thinking he's trying to play some kind of a flirty game, "oh I see what you're doing..." you say with a grin. "I'm gonna find you baby." Suddenly you stop running around the house, and see a phone glowing on the couch. "Why is my phone on??" Bending down - attempting to keep the towel from falling off and exposing everyone that can see through the windows - you pick up the iPhone and scroll through the page Jake was looking at. Where the fuck did all these texts from Dave come from? "Shit. This can't be good." Knowing exactly where Jake went, and exactly what his intentions to do to Dave are, you slide down from the couch to the floor letting out a giant sigh. You must've sat on the tv remote seeing as how the giant screen lit up right as you landed on the ground. The news channel was on and there was a breaking news story...

"A man - his identity not yet being released - has been in a severe crash downtown earlier this afternoon. Shelly Johnson reports live at the scene."

"I am here, on 1st St. surrounded by emergency help," the reporter announced, displaying the police cars with her hands as if she was a model on the Price Is Right.

The news on the tv was just background noise to you as your mind was going crazy with thoughts. Your head is resting on your knees and your entire body tensed at the thought of Dave and Jake hitting each other. You hear the blonde news reporter explain how the car slammed into a semi and was then pushed into a building causing everything to fall on top of it. She then went on to illustrate what kind of state the driver of the car was, "...critical condition and is now being rushed to hospital." Blah blah blah is all you heard as the journalist continued to talk about how much it would cost to repair the damage. Your eyes still tightly shut and your hand cupping your face, you feel around for the remote trying to turn off the TV hoping for some silence. Until, "I have been notified that we are allowed to reveal the identity of the victim being rushed off to hospital. Mr Jacob Hoggard..." the rest of the words she said started to blend together in your mind, your palms started to sweat and your heart almost completely stopped.

This is all my fault.

What have I done.