Malia
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Friday Night Phone Call "Alex I can't do this anymore.." she said sobbing over the phone. "What? Why not? I thought we were fine.." he said brokenly, not understanding what she meant. "It's not the relationship I'm talking about -its my life," Malia shakily explained. "Malia no-don't. For me. Please I love you." Silence. "Malia..?" he questioned. Silence again. "... I'm sorry.. I love you." Click! She hung up and the line went dead. "NO!" Alex screamed, "NO!" He ran to the kitchen to grab his keys and dashed to his car. The ten minute drive felt like and eternity but he sped through it anyway. He leapt out of the car, bolted through the front door, and stopped in the foyer. Faintly he could hear water running and immediately he ran to the bathroom. The door was locked and he broke it open. Lying in a pool of blood and water, there was Malia-unconscious with gashes covering her arms and legs. Tears flowed down his face as he wrapped her arms and legs to stop the bleeding long enough to get her to the hospital. Covering her in a blanket, he ran to the car, Malia in his arms. once situated inside the vehicle, he rushed to the E.R. as fast as he could. Once there, they took her into an emergency room to help stop the bleeding and try to salvage what she had destroyed. Fourteen hours later, the doctor came out.
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