Chloe turned around. Clark was gone. She needn't ask where he went--she
knew. He went to Lana. After the kiss she and Clark shared, she thought he
loved her as much as she did him. But she was wrong--always wrong. She
prayed she was wrong this time. She prayed that Clark *didn't* go to check
on Lana. She hoped against all hope he was in the bathroom, or outside
watching the twisters rip thru rural Kansas, or even just making a phone
call to Lana--so long as he was still on campus. But of all the times she
*had* to wrong, she was right.
Chloe waited until the school administrators gave permission to leave campus. The winds had died down and the tornadoes were far enough away for it to be safe. She ran around the campus one last time, hoping she'd find her date. All to no avail. No one had seen him, not even Pete. With a million emotions running thru her entire being, Chloe got into her car and left.
She couldn't choke back the tears and sobs that ran down her face, smudgeing her pretty make-up. She just wanted to go home. She just wanted to lay in a hot tub full of bubbles and release her feelings there. A hot bath would make her feel better, she told herself. She unconsciously sped up. The tears kept coming coming more abundantly, to the point her vision was blurred. She didn't see the other prom attendees driving complete drunk. The only thing she saw--perhaps the last thing she would ever see-- was the pavement her body slided upon after she had been thrown from her car.
Pete was driving fast. He always drove fast, but the added rage of what his best friend Clark had done to Chloe made him drive at a somewhat insane speed. Up ahead, he saw a smoke rising from a wrecked car. He slowed down and pulled over to investigate.
On the ground, he saw a familiar face. It was Chloe. Pete quickly whipped out his cell phone and called an ambulance. After he hung up he crouched down by Chloe, being careful not to move her. He hoped the ambulance would hurry. Someone should have stopped to help her earlier. But everyone else leaving the prom was probably too drunk and they were probably the reason she wrecked. He exhaled, trying to calm down, while silently sayin a prayer for his friend.
Chloe didn't move. She was barely breathing. She had abrasions up and down her legs, back, shoulders and arms. Her head had a severe gash running from the back of her, continuing on until just before her hairline. One couldn't tell she was a blonde with all the blood. She remained unconscious the entire time.
The paramedics arrived. The treated Chloe as best as they could. They rolled her into the ambulance.
One medic turned to Pete. "Are you the one who called this in?"
Pete nodded.
"If you could please follow us back to the hospital," he asked. "You'll need to file a report."
After arriving at the hospital, Pete was sat down by a policeman. The policeman proceeded to interrogate him about what exactly happened at the accident. Pete did his best to answer the barrage of questions. He informed the officer that he did know Chloe, that he was driving home from the formal when he found her and he didn't witness the accident. Then the officer asked if there were any other witnesses or suspects. Pete shook his head. "Not that I could see."
The officer asked a few more routine questions and left, leaving Pete waiting in the ER for information on his female friend.
Chloe waited until the school administrators gave permission to leave campus. The winds had died down and the tornadoes were far enough away for it to be safe. She ran around the campus one last time, hoping she'd find her date. All to no avail. No one had seen him, not even Pete. With a million emotions running thru her entire being, Chloe got into her car and left.
She couldn't choke back the tears and sobs that ran down her face, smudgeing her pretty make-up. She just wanted to go home. She just wanted to lay in a hot tub full of bubbles and release her feelings there. A hot bath would make her feel better, she told herself. She unconsciously sped up. The tears kept coming coming more abundantly, to the point her vision was blurred. She didn't see the other prom attendees driving complete drunk. The only thing she saw--perhaps the last thing she would ever see-- was the pavement her body slided upon after she had been thrown from her car.
Pete was driving fast. He always drove fast, but the added rage of what his best friend Clark had done to Chloe made him drive at a somewhat insane speed. Up ahead, he saw a smoke rising from a wrecked car. He slowed down and pulled over to investigate.
On the ground, he saw a familiar face. It was Chloe. Pete quickly whipped out his cell phone and called an ambulance. After he hung up he crouched down by Chloe, being careful not to move her. He hoped the ambulance would hurry. Someone should have stopped to help her earlier. But everyone else leaving the prom was probably too drunk and they were probably the reason she wrecked. He exhaled, trying to calm down, while silently sayin a prayer for his friend.
Chloe didn't move. She was barely breathing. She had abrasions up and down her legs, back, shoulders and arms. Her head had a severe gash running from the back of her, continuing on until just before her hairline. One couldn't tell she was a blonde with all the blood. She remained unconscious the entire time.
The paramedics arrived. The treated Chloe as best as they could. They rolled her into the ambulance.
One medic turned to Pete. "Are you the one who called this in?"
Pete nodded.
"If you could please follow us back to the hospital," he asked. "You'll need to file a report."
After arriving at the hospital, Pete was sat down by a policeman. The policeman proceeded to interrogate him about what exactly happened at the accident. Pete did his best to answer the barrage of questions. He informed the officer that he did know Chloe, that he was driving home from the formal when he found her and he didn't witness the accident. Then the officer asked if there were any other witnesses or suspects. Pete shook his head. "Not that I could see."
The officer asked a few more routine questions and left, leaving Pete waiting in the ER for information on his female friend.