The lonely ones

chapter 7

Derek's point of view;

I get out of my truck and walk into the store. I pick up everything I will need for a steak dinner. I am picking out steak when it happens. I feel a sharp pain in my side. I ignore it but it comes back suddenly a few seconds later. I lift my shirt up and see a big bruise on my left side. Must have gotten a kick I wasn't aware of at my match today. I don't think much of it. I buy all the food and head home. I start to marinate the steaks and go upstairs to shower. When I take my shirt off I see how bad the bruise is. Shit, what if this is serious?

I put on a nice shirt and my good jeans after my shower. I make sure I look and smell nice when I look at the clock. 6:20. Perfect. I get into my truck and drive to Sammie's house. I am tapping my fingers because I am so nervous. I am turning in an intersection when it happens. When everything fell apart.

Sammie's point of view.

I look at the clock, 6:45. It's okay maybe he is running late. I sit down and smooth out my dress. I turn the TV on to pass time. I look at the clock. 7:15. He is almost an hour late. A sigh escapes my lips. He wasn't coming and I knew it. I pick up my phone and call him. Of course he doesn't answer. I knew it was too good to be true, he was probably payed to ask me! It probably was a joke from Sarah! I realize tears are pouring. I go upstairs and take my dress off. I throw it on the floor angrily. I pick up a vase and throw it against the wall. I fall onto the floor crying and land in the glass. I am bleeding from several places. "shit" I manage to get out between sobs. I crawl to the bathroom and start to pull the glass out of my legs. I step into the shower to wash my legs off. when I get out of the shower I go downstairs and turn on the TV for background noise as I cook since I was starving. It was the news but since it was a story about my favorite celebrity I left it. I was cooking my pasta when I heard a story on the news that caught my attention.

"There has been a four car pile up in the intersection on 5th and Marco street."

Hey, that is like right by my house.

"17 year old Derek Jones"

Wait, did she just say Derek Jones? This can't be right. I grab my keys and jump into my car. I speed towards the scene. It has been like two hours everything is all cleared up. I do what my first thought tells me. The hospital. I drive to the hospital. Well, I speed to the hospital. I get there and find the closest parking spot. I jump out of my car and rush in to the hospital.

"Derek Jones!" I yell at the lady, "What room?!"

She looks at the computer.

"Are you immediate family?" she asks.

"Yes, I am his sister... Samantha Jones." I lie

"well, it says here in his file he doesn't have any sisters."

Shit.

"please lady, he is my.. boyfriend,"

"sorry I can't let you in."

I sit down and wait, for what I am not sure yet. I end up falling asleep. When I wake up the lady is gone. I quickly sneak behind to the computer and type in Dereks name. Room 209B. I go to make a run for it but I see the lady. Shit. I sit back and she goes back to her seat. About ten minutes later she gets up and walks away. I decide it's now or never. I make a run for it. I grab the door behind her so I can get in. I make it seem like the door is closing, but then I pull it open last minute. She has turned the corner. The coast is clear. I look at the clock really quick. 11:24. Well shit, time flies when you are planning a hospital entrance break. I ninja turn the corner. I finally find room 209B, I sigh before I enter. I put my hand on the door but don't open it yet. I need to prepare myself of what might be inside. I take a deep breath and open the door.

"what the hell are you doing here!!" I hear a voice yell.

"Blake?" I am so shocked.

"What, I can't visit my brother in the hospital?" Blake snaps at me.

W.. what the fuck did he just say?

"Brother?" I ask confused.

"Oh, little lover boy didn't tell you?"

I shake my head.

"Why else would we have the same last name you fucking idiot?" He snaps.

I am about to go off on him when I look over and see Derek. He is laying on the bed with his eyes closed. He has a bandage around his head. There are cuts all over his face.

"I... is he gonna be.. okay?" I barely choke out.

"Concussion, three broken ribs, possible internal bleeding, and he is in a coma, yeah he should be fine." Blake sarcastically answers me.

I am crying now.

"Why are you being such an ass to me anyways?!" I yell at him.

"Because it is all your fault! He was driving to your house when it all happened!"

"What the fuck Blake! It isn't my fault." I say tears streaming down my face.

I collapse on the chair. Blake comes over and wraps his arms around me.

"NO fuck you!" I yell and walk away. I get in my car and drive to my house crying the whole time. I drive past the crash scene and see glass glimmering in my headlights. It makes me cry even more. I get home and collapse in to my bed.

"Because it is all your fault! He was driving to your house when it all happened!" his words run through my mind over and over. Was it my fault? I get into the shower crying. I cant calm down. I get into bed after a while and try to sleep but I can't. It is already 3 in the morning. Screw it, I get up and get into my car and head to the hospital. When I get there it is the same lady.

"I already told you I can't let you in, I am sorry."

I nod and plop down onto the chair. Fine I will just wait. Somewhere between the night I fell asleep and was awoken by a hand on my shoulder. I wake up to see the Blake.

"Oh don't even start!" I quietly whisper yell at him

"Sammie, please!" He gives me a pout.

"I will listen, but only if you get me in to see him."

"Fine!" he gives in.