Chapter 9- Dancing With Myself
"When will you be home?" I picked at my nail polish.
"Soon. We have to do one more take on the song and then I'll be home."
"Okay. But can you pick up something for me before you come home?"
Craig was at the recording studio with the rest of the band, recording the demo. "What is it?"
"Pistachio ice cream."
"Delia, you're allergic to nuts."
"I don't care."
"Whatever you say. I'm sorry you couldn't be here. Paige is asking how you are."
"Tell her I'm fine. Now go. Amanda's here with me. Go record. I'll see you later. I love you." I hang up the phone and sit down with Amanda and watch Love Actually.
"Delia. Delia, wake up." Amanda nudged me.
"What is it?"
"Something's going on outside."
"Why should I care?"
"Just come with me." So I get up and put my shoes on and go outside with Amanda.
"Oh my god." I whisper, as I see the two cars, one crashed to unbelief, the other one, scratched and dinged. I walk forward to see Spinner being wheeled out on a stretcher, still conscious, with a huge bruise forming and scratches everywhere.
"Spin, what happened?"
He doesn't answer. I walk more to see Paige on another stretcher, unconscious. Then I see something.
Craig is in the car still, his body still halfway in. I run over there.
"Craig."
"Delia, honey."
I start crying.
"Delia, you have to be strong, for me, for the baby. You've got to go on."
"Not without you."
"You're amazing, Delia. Don't let this get in your way." His eyes begin to shut.
"No, Craig. No. I love you. Don't leave me alone."
"I love you…" Craig's eyes shut completely.
"No. No no no." I scream. "Get him out of there. Use the Jaws of Life, for Christ's sake, get him out of there!" I start sobbing as everything turns black.