Chapter Twenty-One
I wake up to a tear stained face, with crusts in my eyes. Rubbing my eyes, I'm greeted with my mother running in through the door.
"Honey, I have great news!"
"What is it mom," I grumble in reply.
She casts me an annoyed look before continuing, "The doctor said you are cleared to go, and tonight we are having a party to welcome you home!"
A party, really? I'm just now getting out of the hospital and she wants to throw a party.
"A party, mom, don't you think that's kinda soon," I say, swinging my legs out of the bed and landing on the floor.
"Oh nonsense, you're fine and healthy, and everyone is missing you. Plus, this was Harrison's idea."
Harrison's idea. My stomach churns, I have a feeling that Harrison is up to something.
"Oh, okay."
"I'll let you change, we bought you a new car since your other one got totaled, here's the keys," she places the keys next to the dress she laid out on the chair, "you need to be home by 5:30, until then, you have all day to do as you please. The car is in the first handicap parking spot when you exit the building." With that she blows me a kiss and exits the room.
I sigh and rake my fingers through my greasy hair. I shudder.
Time for a shower.
I go into the hospital bathroom and slip off my hospital gown. Turning the water to the hottest setting, I climb into the shower.
Working the shampoo through my hair, I let the water roam over my still sore body. After twenty minutes of this, I emerge, clean and fresh as a daisy.
Braiding my hair, I put it up into a simple, yet elegant, look. Emerging from the bathroom, in only my bra and underwear, I grab the dress mother laid out.
It is a gorgeous dress. Simple and elegant, just the way I like it. It came to about mid-thigh, with a cinched waist. It was a white-cream colored lace dress.
I put it on and zip it up. Then, I grab the necklace from Mac and put it on. Grabbing my purse and keys, I walk out of the hospital. Thankfully, mother already checked me out, so I didn't have to do any paper work.
Walking outside I see my new car. Boy, they did pretty good.Sitting in the parking lot was a navy blue Audi A4 convertible with a tan top.
Hopping in the car, the engine roars to life. I know exactly where my first stop is.
Mac's house.
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Twenty minutes later, I pull onto the road that leads to Mac's house. Three houses in, I pull into his driveway and park.
It is as if my world is suddenly in slow motion as I walk to his door. Taking a deep breath, I ring the doorbell and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Nothing. No one comes to the door. So I ring it again, and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Just as I'm about to ring it again, a tiny voice speaks behind me. "Miss, what are you doing?"
Startled, I spin around to come face to face with an elderly woman.
"I'm trying to see my friend who lives here. Are they home?" I inquire.
A sad smile comes to her face. "No I'm afraid not. And they won't be coming back."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm assuming you're looking for Mac, am I right?"
"Yes," I answer, confused. Where was this going?
"He warned me you would be coming. When you guys returned from your trip, he came home to find that both of his parents had been murdered. He still needed a place to stay, so his estranged aunt in California offered to take him in and pay for his schooling. He said yes."
Tears form in my eyes. "He left without saying goodbye?"
"He said he didn't want to see you cry. Then he heard about your accident and he knew it was his fault. So, I helped him pick out that necklace you're wearing and he left it for you. That was his goodbye. And I'm afraid to say this, but he told me to. He told me to tell you to move on. He's never coming back and he wants you to live a happy life in your social class. He also said he never wants to see you again."
With her final sentence I collapse to the ground, sobbing. This is too much for me to handle.
The old lady rushes over and puts her arms around me to comfort me as I cry.
"He's gone. He's really gone."
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