Here is the 10th chapter of 'Scarred'.Enjoy! R&R please!!

Danielle POV

Chapter 10

I heard the distressed call of a hoarse man bellowing down the phone.

"Who is this?" my heart beat frantically as the panic in his voice struck inner terror.

"Hank", he breathed, his voice beginning to crumble.

"I don't know a Hank. Where did you get this number?!" the tone in my voice rose as I worried that I was being inappropriately harassed or I was getting prank called.

"I found it in Ronnie's little phone book", he bellowed.

"Ronnie?!" my heart was now pounding rather than beating. I was a mess of mixed emotions, excitement, worry, terror and anger. What I was feeling most; I just didn't know.

I held the phone in my palms for a few minutes, my grasp casually becoming looser and looser as I slowly forgot that I was actually holding the phone. The phone stuck to my sweaty fingertips for a couple more moments and then CRASH it hit the floor with a thud, not breaking the whole phone as such but seeming to knock off a few chips off the side. My mouth dropped into a slight opened position and my jaw somehow fixed into place, the muscles refusing to release their grasp on my jaw.

My thoughts were completely one hundred percent focused on the words this 'Hank' character had now told me via phone. He had said to me in the middle of our confusing conversation, 'Ronnie's in the hospital...she collapsed. You were right there on the top of her contact list. I wasn't sure who you were or if I should call you. I'm sorry if I've shocked you but, please, come quickly!' That was the moment where I went into sudden shock. Before that second when the phone had slid from the palm of my hand, a whirlwind of emotions and feelings scattered through my brain all at once like soft green leaves being blown viscously by the everlasting powerful wind. Was she going to be OK? What had happened in the first place? Was this even real? Or was this just a sick joke?

The thud of the phone crashing upon the ground seemed to automatically pull me from my thoughts and quickly focus on the situation. My eyes immediately sprung to the phone sprawled across the ground. Very little noise from coming from it and I silently panicked that I may not be able to find out more about Ronnie's current state of condition. With this in mind, I dove for the phone, knocking over chairs as I did so.

I pressed the phone tightly to my ear, almost dropping it once or twice more due to my shaky hand. "Hank?!" I choked, choked on worry, on fear.

"Da-n-ie-lle?" the phone crackled, his voice becoming robotic and unbearable.

"Hank!Hank!" I now screamed, screamed so loud that the whole of Albert Square could hear me, hoping and praying that Hank would talk before the phone died into silence so that I could gather the needed information quickly.

Luckily, my hopes were fulfilled. He gave me the information quicker than a bullet leaving a gun and that lead me here. In the car. Speeding. To be honest, it wouldn't have mattered which police cars drove up behind me, who tried to stop me, whether I was involved in a high speed car chase or not, my main priority right now HAD to be Ronnie's well being.

Sure enough as I sped through the streets, twisting and turning the wheel in quick subtle movements, I heard the wailing sound of that dreaded police siren. I uttered sudden words quietly under my breath as I added extra pressure onto the accelerator, forcing me to speed even faster. God help me. God help us.

I kept going nevertheless. I peered into the wing mirror of the car and spied, to my distaste, the policeman staring wild-eyed in my direction. His face showed no sign of acting in any apologetic way to me and the angry greyish wrinkly structure of his face didn't make this thought any less convincing. The sirens still filled the atmosphere surrounding me, making me feel slightly dizzy...like the world was somehow spinning forever more. I clutched the steering wheel, tightening my grip drastically as I began to feel the world crushing down on me through the sudden dizziness. I tried to peer at the road but all I could see were cloudy white lines coated upon creamy black tar. I saw the blurry figures of each and every passer-by but didn't dare glance at their uneasy expressions.

It was then that, out of the one spot of my eye that wasn't blurry, I saw a sign. Not even a sign, the sign. The sign for the hospital. I drew closer to the entrance, my speed still sky high. It was weird. It didn't feel fast. It didn't feel like I was breaking the law. It seemed almost...normal. Somehow, it seemed right. At the time it didn't occur to me how much trouble I was yet to land myself in. It didn't occur to me that the raging policeman behind me was soon to catch up with me and sentence me to, if worst comes to worst, jail. The only thing that occurred to me was Ronnie's safety. It was the burning question in my mind; would Ronnie be OK?

OK, not the best chapter but I did try my best! I hope you liked it nevertheless and the next chapter will be up very soon! Thanks for reading. And please review me so that I know people are still enjoying my story!

Georgina =)