i was sitting on my bed, wondering if i should go after emma. she knew that her whispering would mess me up. i knew as soon she stepped out of my room, she ran. i heard her car start up, and drive off.
i felt sick.
i ran to the bathroom, puking up all the food i'd eaten that day.
i made out with my brothers girlfriend. i wasn't stopping myself.
i would've fucked her. of course if she wanted too, but still.
i threw up again.
i fucked up everything. and this time, it was my fault.
i hear grayson knocking on the bathroom door. emma had said he went to the grocery store, but we just went grocery shopping yesterday.
what was he hiding?
that thought immediately evaporated, the feeling of guilt washing over me.
"yo e, what's wrong?" he pounds on the door. i groan in response.
i couldn't face him. my stomach still being queasy, i start gagging over the toilet. i already threw up everything in my system.
grayson picks the lock on the door, barging in, "ethan what the fuck. why are you puking?"
was he not concerned that emma was gone and didn't even say goodbye to him?
"wouldn't you like to know asshat." i grumble, laying in the floor with me eyes closed.
"jesus ethan, you're such a bitch." he replies, then a look of remembrance crosses his face, "oh yeah, you know where em is?"
"she's your girlfriend. why don't you just call h-"
my phone starts ringing. it was emma??
why was she calling me?
i answer. maybe it was an emergency? the worst thoughts go through my mind.
"em?" i answer, holding the phone to my ear. grayson shoots daggers at me. not my fault you left her and went to god knows where bitch.
"no. this is olivia rouyre. i'm a nurse at the metro hospital. emma chamberlain has been in a car accident. this number was on her emergency contact list."
i feel everything stop. everything was still except for my thoughts. they went to the worst places. she was dead was all i could think. i was going to be sick again.
then my eyes widen, my feet working way ahead of me. i headed to my room to throw on a shirt and some shoes, grabbing my keys. time to go.
"what?! how badly hurt is she. where is she right now? is she unconscious? i'm on my way. tell her ethan is coming." i race out the door, grayson hot on my heels. he looked confused but also scared. i put the phone on speaker.
"emma is in a coma like state right now. she seemed to hit her head very hard. she's bruised and scratched, the worst injury being her head trauma and a broken rib."
my whole body goes numb.
this is my fault.
"we're on our way!" grayson yells, hanging up, "start driving bitch ass!!"
i snap back to reality, flooring the gas pedal. i needed to get to emma.
* at the hospital *
me and gray have been sitting in the waiting room for 23 minutes now. i was watching the clock, waiting to see my emma.
"any visitors for emma may come with me" a nurse says, coming from a set of double doors. me and gray dart up, running over to her.
