You Know You Love Me

AU-ish. First AU story, so let's see how this works out.

-Anastasia

Chapter 1

Massie's POV

My glossed lips were millimeters away from my boyfriend, Cameron's. The memory of being in exactly this position at Lake Placid with Derrick Harrington five years ago flashed through my mind. I scolded myself mentally, reminding myself that Derrick and I was more over than the skull-and-crossbones trend. But then Cameron's lips pressed against mine and all memory of Derrick washed away, as if the flashback was nothing but a piece of litter on the streets washed away by a flood. Cameron and I sat on the cold metal bleachers of the soccer field, watching Kristen's soccer game. Claire sat on Cam's lap a few feet away, feeding him gummies. My throat involuntarily convulsed as I though about the high fat and sugar content, and what they did to my thighs. Alicia was leaned against Josh with her eyes closed while Josh stroked her silky black hair at the end of the row. Dylan and Chris were making out in the very back row. Life, for the moment was very, very sweet. But that was all about to change, one fateful night.

THE NEXT NIGHT

I was sitting in the back of the new Hummer going through Instagram and texting Cameron. The lace hem of the lavender gown I was wearing to a boring dinner party with my parents itched against my shin. I nervously tugged on my diamond studs, but I had no idea why I was nervous. The sky was dark, and the clouds and wind were eerily ominous. The trees seemed to whisper, Run! Go home! Something bad is going to happen! "Mom-" I started to ask her when we'd be there, when a sudden burst of bright light flashed before my eyes. I shielded my amber irises, temporarily blinded. Issac winced away from the harsh light, but my parents stared at the light, slack-jawed. It was strange, the light seemed to be moving towards us rapidly. And there were two lights. Then realization dawned on me. Holy shit! It was another car! I opened my mouth to shriek, but the other car rammed into ours. I was thrown forward and tossed out of the broken window. When I landed hard on the cold ground, I heard my mother's bloodcurdling shriek. Dread flowed through my veins like lead as I heard the scream of metal on metal. My parents and Issac were at the front! I tried to run back to the car to save my parents and driver before they bled to death.

It was a futile effort. The car was flipped onto the side, and there was blood everywhere; clouding my judgment. I dialed 911 and scream-sobbed into the phone that there was a car accident, and my parents and driver were bleeding and trapped in the car. I waited. Maybe one second passed before I lost my sanity. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran to the passenger door. The passenger side was facing the sky, impossible for me to reach. I ran to the driver's side, where Issac was slumped against the cracked windshield, his head covered in blood and little fragments of glass embedded in his wrinkled skin. I climbed into the side where I was sitting. From there, I was able to shimmy up to the front I opened the passenger door and let my parents out. My father had a shard of glass stuck in his temple, and a steady stream of blood was coursing down his face. My mother didn't fare much better. Her blood stained her clothing, pouring out from her neck, where glass had cut her when the windshield busted to pieces. I kicked open the door and hurled them both out. I didn't want them to get hurt, but I had to get them out before they bled to death. I tried to wrench Issac from his seat, but it was useless. Issac was caught in such a position that it was impossible to pull him out. I climbed over to him and rested my lips on his temple. I let my sorrowful tears course down my face and drip onto his.

"I'm sorry, Issac. Please be in heaven. You were the best, Issac. I'll never forget you." I whispered before pulling away.

I raced to my parents, tearing off fabric from my dress to stem their wounds. The ambulance appeared next to me. Men and women in sterile white clothing quickly dragged my parent's limp and pale bodies onto stretchers and wheeled them into the ambulance desperately. I sat there on the ground in my blood and dirt stained dress screaming, sobbing, and crying. Finally, a nurse came to me. Her honey-blonde hair was tied up into a serious chignon, and her soft brown eyes were dark and soothing. She sat down with me and cradled me in her strong arms. I sobbed, letting my tears and snot stain her starched white uniform. She rubbed my back in soothing circles while shushing me quietly. Finally, my anguished cries shifted to quiet sobs, then muffled to pained whimpering. I was quiet for maybe two seconds before I blacked out. But all I could remember was the image of my parent's pale, stiff, lifeless bodies stretched out on the gray cement, and my driver stuck in the car, entombed in glass.