The Challenge Of Love

Part 9

This part is a tear-jerker! Well here is the next part! It's tradgety time sorry. Here you go it's the next part.

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Maya’s P.O.V

            I started to drive in towards Joey’s house with my tears falling from my face. I wanted to fall over and fall apart, but he needed me. Who was I kidding, he doesn’t want me anymore. He told me to forget about him. If only he knew he was the best thing to happen to me. I felt blinding tears in my eyes as I approached an intersection. As soon as my vision came back to normal it was too late. A speeding car smashed into the side of my car. I hit my head on the window, and then the steering wheel. I felt the warm blood flow from my head, and down my face. Then everything was blurry, and blacking out. I heard people screaming, and in the distance I heard sirens of an ambulance and I police car. That was the last thing I saw.

Joey’s P.O.V

            I wasn’t expecting a call that would kill me inside. My phone rang and an unknown number flashed across the screen. I thought it would be Layla or Zane calling so I answered.

            “Hello?” I said. Hoping they would tell me who they are right away.

            “Is this Joey Stanton?” This deep voice asked me. I had no clue who this man was. Most importantly what he wanted. I thought it might be an election call maybe, I could only hope.

            “Yes, who is this? If this is an election call I’m only 17 I can’t vote yet so you’re wasting your time.” I said. If only the call ended there it would have made my life so much better.

            “Do you know a Miss Maya Jones? You seem to have been her last call on her phone.” He said without answering my question.

            “I do know her. Why do you want to know? Also who is this?” I asked. Why would someone go through her phone? She must be in trouble.

            “She was just in a car accident about 15 minutes ago. We wanted to let you know. She is in the hospital right now.” He said kindheartedly.

            I froze in terror. This was all my fault. She was on her way to my house. If only I told her everything that happened. I wish I told her that I loved her earlier.

            “Thanks for letting me know.” I said as I hung up in fright of more dreadful news. I ran out the door to my car. I looked at the house and saw James looking out the window at me. I could see the terror in his eyes. He was scared I would leave him.

            I pulled out of the driveway and headed to the hospital. I saw the police cars as I approached the horrifying scene. I saw Maya’s car. The driver’s door was smashed, and the window was cracked. I saw blood on the window and wheel. I quickly turned before I got to close. I headed down the street the leads to the hospital.

            When I got there I ran to the door, and looked around in panic. I caught my breath and headed to the front desk. I approached the woman behind the counter. She was a petite woman with short blonde spiky hair. Her name tag said Lisa on it. She looked up from her computer.

            “How may I help you?” She asked. I could tell she said that a lot. She had a smile across her face.

            “I am here to see Maya Jones. Do you know what room she is in?” I asked trying to sound relaxed.

            “Hold on I’ll see.” She said as she looked back down at her computer and started to type again. She stopped and looked up at me. “She is in room 230, and it’s down that hall and should be on the right.” She said with a smile.

            “Thank you.” I said and I turned to go down the hallway. There was this horrible feeling in the air. It felt like misery, sorrow, pain, and depression. I didn’t want to go down it, but I wanted to see if Maya was okay.

            I started to head down the hall. I looked around in panic. I saw an old man holding flowers and crying. “Ann, why did you leave me?” I heard him ask the ground.

            Further down the hall I saw a mom and a little girl. The girl was sitting on the bench holding a stuffed puppy. The mom was on her knees in from of her. “Honey, Daddy isn’t coming home with us.” She mom said trying to hold back the tears.

            “I don’t understand mommy. He said he was never going to leave me. You heard him didn’t you?” She asked. She looked like she was only 6.

            “I’m sorry, but he isn’t coming home. He’s in a better place now sweetie.” She said trying to calm her down.

            “Why didn’t he take me with him mommy? He wouldn’t leave me! Daddy!” She screamed. She got up and ran past me.

            I wanted to cry, because it reminded me of Maya. I stopped in front of room 230. I opened the door a little, and I saw Mrs. Jones sitting by a bed. She looked over and signaled me to come in.

            I walked into the room. I was completely white. I glanced over to the bed froze. I saw Maya laying there. She had blood-stained bandages around her head. She looked pale from the loss of blood. I felt my eyes burn with tears. What have I done?

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There you guys go! I know that you guys might be a little depressed about the accedent, but I'm not good at ending stories so you know what let's throw in a tradgety! Hope you guys like it!