Author's Note: I have never written a chapter like this before. It's more dramatic and sad than I usually write and hopefully, you won't become too upset after reading it.
"You cannot, absolutely cannot do what I think you are about to do." Shane said warningly to his twin brother.
"Shane, you know the whole back story about why I'm doing this. It won't matter anymore. You have the girl, and well, we can both rest assured I won't attempt anything bad if I'm just - gone."
"Both of you aren't making the situation any better. Steven, make one move and survive that crash and I will never speak to you again. Shane, don't try and get him to stop, you could just end up provoking him to do it more." Mitchie says as she tries to eye both of them.
"Not like it matters, you have Shane anyways to get you through my death."
"You're so stupid Steven. In the short time I've known you, we've practically become best friends. Honestly? I'm not just going to end a friendship like that. It isn't helpful to any of us if you do something as stupid as opening the door and crashing to your death."
"Not like you care, I like said, you've got Shane."
Steven pulled the door handle and it felt like everything was going in an even slower motion.
But by some sheer shred of chance.
So small that it would have been near impossible.
But by pure luck, he clicked the button to open the window, instead of opening the door with the handle.
How unlikely?
How likely would fate be on Mitchie's side?
"That's enough!" Mitchie exclaimed as she lunged at Steven in an attempt to distract him from the door.
"No Mitchie, don't do that!" both brother's yelled as the realization hit.
Steven was able to open the door again, without Mitchie's knowledge of course as she lunged.
"STOP THE LIMO RIGHT NOW!" Shane yelled as he tried to grab onto Mitchie.
"Sir, we're on a highway."
"Stop, NOW. I don't care, just stop."
Mitchie felt an instant breeze of fresh air as she closed her eyes tightly.
It took about three seconds for her to realize that Steven had in fact opened the door and she was soaring at who knows what speed and was going to hit the pavement - hard.
Luckily, fate doesn't always go the wrong way.
She hit the grass towards the edges of the highway as she heard the limo skid to a stop.
Once she hit the soft grass, she passed out.
"Now look what you did, you're such a big idiot! Why even try to open the door? You knew she would try to stop you!" Shane exploded on his twin brother.
Steven didn't even bother to respond. He felt terribly, absolutely positively horrid at the event that had occurred.
"If there's a scratch on her body or if she's even -dead, I will hurt you." Shane said, as he shudder to think about her even being dead.
"Sir, I've located Ms. Torres. She landed on the grass and I see some blood, but I don't know how sevre the damage is." the driver explains.
"And where are the body guards? They need to help me carry her into the car. Then Steven, you need to call the hospital and we'll get her there as soon as we possibly can."
Steven grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and began looking through a list of contacts for the closest hospital.
He began dialing for the number and waited for an answer.
"Hello, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked.
"We've got an emergency .. my brother's girlfriend soared out of of a moving vehicle. There's blood now and we will be transporting her to your hospital as soon as we possibly can." Steven explained.
"And what is your brother's girlfriend's name? We will prepare a room for her."
"Michelle Torres, age fifteen."
"Please bring her to the emergency room. We will see you when you arrive. Good bye sir."
"I've called the hospital, come on Shane, we've got to get going!" Steven yelled at his brother.
It didn't matter that the girl he loved belonged to his brother, or that he was the one that caused the problem.
Well, those things did matter, but what mattered most was getting Michelle Torres, aka Mitchie, to the hospital.
"What do you think I'm doing Steven? It's not like I don't want her to be safe!" Shane cried out as he watched the body guards lift Mitchie into the limo and followed her in, leaving a stone faced Steven behind.
"I expect she will make a full recovery. She isn't too badly hurt, yes there is a very large gash on her stomach, a few bruises and cuts, but she got very lucky considering she hurtled out the vehicle at such a speed." the nurse explained.
"Thank you, can we come and see her?" Shane questioned.
"Yes, I have already called Michelle's parents and from there, we will wait until her parents arrive. They're driving over now." the nurse said once more before stepping outside of the room.
"This is all your fault." Shane muttered to his brother when he caught a glimpse of his girlfriend, his typically strong and beautiful girlfriend laying down so peacefully in a hospital bed. Her pose said peace but her eyes screamed pain that seemed to pierce his heart knowing that she got hurt while he was there.
'He's right, it is all my fault. She wouldn't be in a hospital bed if it wasn't for me. This is bad, this is bad!' Steven thought as he sadly watched pain spread across his twin's face.
"I'm really sorry Mitchie, I'm sorry for being the biggest idiot on the planet and getting you hurt. You don't deserve this, it should be me on that hospital bed, not you." Steven said softly, meaning every word flowing from his mouth.
"Just shut up." Mitchie said quietly as she let a cough pass through her body. "It would have been either of us and honestly, if I didn't push you, it would have been you. I only landed on the grass because I was determined to push you out of the way. Had you been the one that fell straight down, you would have been in much more damage than I am right now."
"Honestly, I would have rather had myself hurt than you. You just got caught up in my stupid idea and now look at you."
"Just shut up man. I don't need her straining to try and convince you that she did what she thought was right. Yeah, I would have rather she didn't get hurt, but I can't do anything about it. It hurts seeing my girlfriend like this, but you making her waste energy fighting over a stupid topic isn't going to get us anywhere. So just don't alright?" Shane said.
Shane was really trying to be strong, even though it felt on the inside he was dying, his pride and joy was weak and that cut him into a million pieces.
He could try all he could to stay strong to show her that he was a shoulder to lean on.
But it didn't mean that he couldn't feel otherwise on the inside.
"I'm sorry Mitchie. I'll leave you two alone." Steven said as he soundlessly left the room and walked into the waiting room that would soon contain Mitchie's parents in an hour or so.
"How are you feeling?" Shane said softly as he kissed her forehead.
"Do you want me to lie or give an honest answer?" she replied weakly.
The loss of blood was really getting to her, but she was definitely determined to not have Shane worry.
"Of course I want the honest answer. I wish I could be in your place more than anything right now. It's killing me seeing you like this." he replied as he laid his hand on her's.
"Honestly, I feel like a load of bullcrap and I hate being weak. I was always the kind of girl to be-" she paused a moment to catch her breath. "on her feet. Now the problem is the press finding out, my parents finding out and being upset, worried, and furious at the same time, and then I will most likely have a scar from this experience to remember forever more."
"I can't do anything about the press, but I can try to keep you out of the media eye as long as possible. They still think you're at school, remember? Your parents, I can't do much about about them because no amount of money or words can convince them otherwise. As far as your scar that you think you'd have, I don't really care about it because you will always be beautiful in my eyes."
"Thank you Shane, for always being someone I could go to no matter how weak I am and know that you'd be there to cheer me up no matter the problem." Mitchie replied as she closed her eyes to regain strength.
"Sleep well babe." Shane said softly as he took his hand off her's, kissed her forehead one last time before he exited the room.
"This is real, this is me." she muttered as she heard the door close gently behind her boyfriend.
"You know how bad I feel right?" Steven questioned as he saw his brother reemerge from Mitchie's hospital room.
"And you know how much I want to beat you up, right?" Shane questioned looking straight into his brother's emerald green eyes, not backing down how angry he felt as his brother for such a thing happening.
"I wouldn't have wanted it to happen like this Shane. Do you know how much I wish it didn't happen like that? God, I would turn back the clock if I could. The girl I love is in a hospital bed!" he exclaims.
"My girlfriend." Shane corrects.
"Well, the girl I love just happens to be your girlfriend. And no, don't tell me that it's wrong because we can't choose who we love Shane. Your heart tells you that you love Mitchie, and apparently so does mine."
"Well, teach your heart that it's loving the wrong thing, so best you try and teach it otherwise." Shane says half serious and half worried about Mitchie.
At that moment, Steven sees a white news van starting to enter the vicinity of the waiting room parking. And behind that, he sees a blue Honda car with a very familiar pair of faces.
Both look ready to enter the emergency room with anxious faces.
"When you turn around, remember not to panic." Steven warns as he watches the parents slowly emerge from their car and the news team emerge from their vehicle.
Of course, that makes him want to turn around to see what he could possibly panic about and the site does not make him feel any better.
It sinks his hopes down a bazillion more steps below.
Both things he feared at that moment were right there, right in front of him and nearing every step.
"The press." Shane states.
"Bingo and Mitchie's parents walking up as well." Steven adds.
"We are in a truck load of trouble, aren't we?"
"What do you think?"