A/N: First chappie of the sequel! yay! Love all my reviewers...
Disclaimer: Don't own of anything, blah blah blah...
POW! The car crashed forward with such a force that Freddy was pushed against the seat in front of him. He heard a cracking noise as his sister's head hit the glass in front of her and he heard his mom let out an "oomph" like she had been punched in the gut.
Statistics said that an average of 115 people die each day from car accidents, the leading cause of death. Freddy Jones had never thought his family would be part of those statistics. He heard fire trucks outside, and saw a crowd through some of the broken glass that used to be his window. He was lucky to be riding in the back seat, though he felt guilty as hell because he was the one who had let Joan sit in the front.
He wasn't as upset about his mother's injuries. They had had a horrible fight the night before about Zack, and he didn't care the least whether she survived or not. He knew this was terrible, she was his mother, but when it came to Zack, it was black or white. There was no gray.
Finally, after 12 long, horrifying minutes, Freddy felt himself being pulled free from the remains of his mother's black Saturn.
Camera flashes were directed at him immediately. A police man helped a nurse get him on a stretcher, where he then was lifted up into the ambulance. His sister was on another stretcher in a different ambulance somewhere, as was his mom.
The ride to the hospital was awful. His head hurt incredibly bad from when he hit his head on Joan's seat. His arm hurt so badly he had to think of Zack's lips on his just to not pass out. The man riding with him told him it was critical not to fall asleep. Two other men and the nurse that had put him on the stretcher were connecting tubes to his arms and giving him pills. The pain slowly eased away, though he still had a headache and his arm was so mangled he couldn't look at it.
Soon they were in the E.R., doctors and nurses everywhere, hustling about and doing their jobs. He was taken into a room and a nice man, maybe in his early thirties told him he could call his dad. He did call his dad's house, but it wasn't his dad who answered.
"Zack?"
"Freddy?"
"Yep." His voice was so nonchalant, so breezy, that even Zack couldn't tell anything was wrong, that Freddy knew in his heart that his sister was probably dead and his mother was badly injured, Zack didn't suspect anything, except for the fact that Freddy was calling from a hospital in NYC.
"Freddy, why are you calling from a hospital?"
"Because we got in an accident."
"What?! Is everyone ok? Are you ok? Oh, Freddy, talk to your dad." The brunette was in tears. Not surprisingly, either.
"Freddy? Zack says you've been in an accident."
"Yeah...hurt my arm, I better be able to play drums after this or I will personally kill Mom for driving on the wrong side of the road."
"Then your mom's all right then, right?"
"Well, I dunno. No one's told me anything." He paused the man next to him was gesturing for him to get off the phone. "I've got to go, will you fly down?"
"I will, not today though."
"But-"Freddy, for the first time in his life, was truly disappointed. He had expected his dad to go rushing to the airport, hop on the first plane to New York and race into that hospital, demanding to see his son.
"I'm sorry, Freddy. I can't. Would you like me to send Zack, though? Would that be ok?"
"YES! OH PLEASE! Please, please, please send Zack! Oh, Dad! I love you I love you I love you!"
"Alright, alright. I'll try and get him on the next plane out there. He'll be with you by tonight, I promise."
"Thank you." Freddy whispered, clicking off the phone. So his dad wasn't coming today, he could always get him to come the next day or in a few days to check on him and Joan, but Zack! Oh, Zack was going to be there with him, and everything would be perfect and there would be white doves, and champagne and drums...His thoughts trailed off as his drifted off to sleep, the man in the chair silently getting up and leaving the room.
A/N: I just thought that was a good place to stop, even if it is a little on the short side. My grandpa's here, so believe me I'll be on the computer a lot this weekend. Well, hope you like it so far, review please! xxxxx Peace, love, and weed. haha just kidding...
Disclaimer: Don't own of anything, blah blah blah...
POW! The car crashed forward with such a force that Freddy was pushed against the seat in front of him. He heard a cracking noise as his sister's head hit the glass in front of her and he heard his mom let out an "oomph" like she had been punched in the gut.
Statistics said that an average of 115 people die each day from car accidents, the leading cause of death. Freddy Jones had never thought his family would be part of those statistics. He heard fire trucks outside, and saw a crowd through some of the broken glass that used to be his window. He was lucky to be riding in the back seat, though he felt guilty as hell because he was the one who had let Joan sit in the front.
He wasn't as upset about his mother's injuries. They had had a horrible fight the night before about Zack, and he didn't care the least whether she survived or not. He knew this was terrible, she was his mother, but when it came to Zack, it was black or white. There was no gray.
Finally, after 12 long, horrifying minutes, Freddy felt himself being pulled free from the remains of his mother's black Saturn.
Camera flashes were directed at him immediately. A police man helped a nurse get him on a stretcher, where he then was lifted up into the ambulance. His sister was on another stretcher in a different ambulance somewhere, as was his mom.
The ride to the hospital was awful. His head hurt incredibly bad from when he hit his head on Joan's seat. His arm hurt so badly he had to think of Zack's lips on his just to not pass out. The man riding with him told him it was critical not to fall asleep. Two other men and the nurse that had put him on the stretcher were connecting tubes to his arms and giving him pills. The pain slowly eased away, though he still had a headache and his arm was so mangled he couldn't look at it.
Soon they were in the E.R., doctors and nurses everywhere, hustling about and doing their jobs. He was taken into a room and a nice man, maybe in his early thirties told him he could call his dad. He did call his dad's house, but it wasn't his dad who answered.
"Zack?"
"Freddy?"
"Yep." His voice was so nonchalant, so breezy, that even Zack couldn't tell anything was wrong, that Freddy knew in his heart that his sister was probably dead and his mother was badly injured, Zack didn't suspect anything, except for the fact that Freddy was calling from a hospital in NYC.
"Freddy, why are you calling from a hospital?"
"Because we got in an accident."
"What?! Is everyone ok? Are you ok? Oh, Freddy, talk to your dad." The brunette was in tears. Not surprisingly, either.
"Freddy? Zack says you've been in an accident."
"Yeah...hurt my arm, I better be able to play drums after this or I will personally kill Mom for driving on the wrong side of the road."
"Then your mom's all right then, right?"
"Well, I dunno. No one's told me anything." He paused the man next to him was gesturing for him to get off the phone. "I've got to go, will you fly down?"
"I will, not today though."
"But-"Freddy, for the first time in his life, was truly disappointed. He had expected his dad to go rushing to the airport, hop on the first plane to New York and race into that hospital, demanding to see his son.
"I'm sorry, Freddy. I can't. Would you like me to send Zack, though? Would that be ok?"
"YES! OH PLEASE! Please, please, please send Zack! Oh, Dad! I love you I love you I love you!"
"Alright, alright. I'll try and get him on the next plane out there. He'll be with you by tonight, I promise."
"Thank you." Freddy whispered, clicking off the phone. So his dad wasn't coming today, he could always get him to come the next day or in a few days to check on him and Joan, but Zack! Oh, Zack was going to be there with him, and everything would be perfect and there would be white doves, and champagne and drums...His thoughts trailed off as his drifted off to sleep, the man in the chair silently getting up and leaving the room.
A/N: I just thought that was a good place to stop, even if it is a little on the short side. My grandpa's here, so believe me I'll be on the computer a lot this weekend. Well, hope you like it so far, review please! xxxxx Peace, love, and weed. haha just kidding...