A/N Okay, like one reviewer said, maybe I should try writing in script
form. So that's what i'm gonna do this time.
Disclaimer: I don't own RFR. I just own that drunk pervert that I put in my last chapter. Maybe this will be better.
A/N: [........]=thinking
****************************************************T:Lily!
Travis ran over to where Lily lay.
T:Lily, can you hear me?
Lily groaned but didn't move.
T:Come on, Lily, say something. Please.
L:Travis?
T:Oh, God. Okay, we gotta get you to the hospital.
He picked her and ran in the direction of Mickey's. When he got there, he discovered it was closed.
T:Damn it!
[I know. I'll go to Robbie's. Then we can phone the hospital.]
Travis ran down Center St. to where Robbie's house was. He got on their front porch, but since he was carrying Lily, he couldn't knock. He thought for something to get their attention, then quickly thought of it. He pounded on the door with his foot. Robbie came to the door and opened it. Travis rushed in passed him.
Ro: What the hell happened?
Travis layed Lily down on their couch.
T: I don't have time to explain right now. Where's your phone?
Ro:Down the hall.
As Travis ran down the hall to call 911, Robbie kneeled down beside Lily.
Ro:(Whispering) My God, Lily. What happened to you?
He raised up his hand to take a lock of her hair, then moved it down to her face and carresed it.
[She lookes awful]
Travis came back, and Robbie quickly took his hand away from Lily's face.
T: The ambulance is on it's way. How is she?
Ro:No much better. She looks unconsiuos. Will you tell me what happened now? I'm her friend too. I deserve to know.
T: It's all my fault.
Ro: I'm sure it's not. But maybe i'd be able to help if I knew what "it" is.
Travis looked at Robbie with tears in his eyes.
She knew. That's why she's like this right now. She knew.
Disclaimer: I don't own RFR. I just own that drunk pervert that I put in my last chapter. Maybe this will be better.
A/N: [........]=thinking
****************************************************T:Lily!
Travis ran over to where Lily lay.
T:Lily, can you hear me?
Lily groaned but didn't move.
T:Come on, Lily, say something. Please.
L:Travis?
T:Oh, God. Okay, we gotta get you to the hospital.
He picked her and ran in the direction of Mickey's. When he got there, he discovered it was closed.
T:Damn it!
[I know. I'll go to Robbie's. Then we can phone the hospital.]
Travis ran down Center St. to where Robbie's house was. He got on their front porch, but since he was carrying Lily, he couldn't knock. He thought for something to get their attention, then quickly thought of it. He pounded on the door with his foot. Robbie came to the door and opened it. Travis rushed in passed him.
Ro: What the hell happened?
Travis layed Lily down on their couch.
T: I don't have time to explain right now. Where's your phone?
Ro:Down the hall.
As Travis ran down the hall to call 911, Robbie kneeled down beside Lily.
Ro:(Whispering) My God, Lily. What happened to you?
He raised up his hand to take a lock of her hair, then moved it down to her face and carresed it.
[She lookes awful]
Travis came back, and Robbie quickly took his hand away from Lily's face.
T: The ambulance is on it's way. How is she?
Ro:No much better. She looks unconsiuos. Will you tell me what happened now? I'm her friend too. I deserve to know.
T: It's all my fault.
Ro: I'm sure it's not. But maybe i'd be able to help if I knew what "it" is.
Travis looked at Robbie with tears in his eyes.
She knew. That's why she's like this right now. She knew.