Beautiful Scars [1] ✔

Chapter Thirty Eight

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I awoke to a beeping noise. I had no idea where it was coming from, all I knew was that my curiosity was killing me.

I struggled to open my eyes, and when I did, all I saw was a bright light.

My first thought: Was I dead?

Then, relief settled in as the light faded and Aston's beautiful face came into view.

Tears were streaming down his face, and he squeezed something, and I recognized it as my hand. "You're alive. You're alive." he mumbled.

I swallowed, trying to move my lips to form words, but no sound came out.

"Shh," he said, stroking my hair. "The doctor said you shouldn't talk or anything. At least not for a little while."

I gave him a puzzled look, then looked around the room. The room was beige, all of the furniture a pale grey. I looked back at Aston, then back to the hand he was holding. My eyes traveled farther to my wrist, which had a band around it, and an I.V. was in my arm. I was in the hospital.

Since I couldn't talk, I decided to play charades. Using the hand that wasn't attached to Aston's, I pointed to the I.V. and shrugged, saying what I couldn't with words. What happened?

Within a matter of seconds, he nodded, clicking his tongue, finally getting the message. "You were in a coma for a month, Sophia. A frickin' month. All because of that douchebag Matthew. He shot you, remember? You had so many internal injuries from that single bullet. Luckily, the doctors were able to get it out in time before it caused any more damage. But, by the time you got to the hospital, they said you went into shock, putting yourself into a coma. I was so scared."

He started sniffling, and more tears streamed down his face. "They couldn't tell me if you were gonna live or not. I couldn't bear it. I can't bear it," he corrected. "I've never told you this Sophia, but-"

I put my finger to his lips and nodded. It's okay..

He shook his head. "I have to say this."

I mimicked his movements. Stop. You don't have to.

"Sophia, I-"

The door opened abruptly, and the doctor walked in. Aston cleared his throat, a faint blush forming on his cheeks.

"So, doc, what's the news?"

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I peered in the mirror, looking at my attire. I was wearing the same clothes I wore to a previous funeral; my parents'. My hair was curled, but this time I wore no hat. Melissa would've wanted me to show my face, so that's what I planned on doing.

It's been a week since the accident happened and I am able to talk now, but I am happy. While I was out, a trial took place for both my parent's murder and Melissa's. Reagan was found guilty on all charges and was sentenced to the death penalty. Matthew, on the other hand, was found guilty of attempted murder and was sentenced to life in prison, without the possibility of parole. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. Those things wouldn't bring the people I loved back, no matter how hard I wished for it to happen.

And that's what hurt the most.

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I held Aston's hand tightly as the casket was lifted into the ground. Tears fell down to the grass, and I wiped my eyes.

As soon as it was over, we made our way to two other important people: Charlie and Chad.

Charlie looked composed, while Chad, looked dead.

I hugged her tightly, then went to Chad. His eyes were blank, staring at nothing.

"Chad? Are you okay?" I asked, even though I clearly knew the answer.

He sobbed and I hugged him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly. "Chad, it's okay."

"It's not only her I've lost, Sophia."

"Who else could've you lost, Chad? There's no one else.."

"You don't understand.." he mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Aston asked.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!" Chad hollered. "SHE WAS PREGNANT, AND THAT BASTARD KILLED HER AND OUR BABY! THAT BASTARD!"

He shoved me away and fell to the ground, sobbing into his hands.

It was too much to take in. I took a deep breath, walked backwards, then sprinted away.

I fell back against a tree, panting, out of breath.

I heard footsteps and immediately knew it was Aston.

"Sofa, you okay?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm not. God, this is all my fault."

"Are we seriously going through this again? I told you it wasn't your fault. Things just happen."

I laughed. "Things just happen? More like, things happened the minute I got here."

"Quit blaming yourself."

"Aston, I have to. If she would've stayed a few more minutes she'd be alive now."

"What do you mean?"

"After I broke up with you, she came over and we got in a fight. About you."

He was silent, then he spoke. "But it still wasn't your fault."

I scoffed. "I've hurt you so much, so I think I should just stop."

He growled. "Not this again! You're not leaving!"

"I hurt you enough, Aston."

"What do you think you're doing now, huh? You're killing me here!"

I pushed myself off the tree, sent a quick text to Mrs. Tilly, and walked forward.

Istopped midway and turned, giving Aston one last glance. "Then I guessyou'll have to suffer."b3�\�]