Here's the second chapter, enjoy!
"Zoey," he breathed. "Please," Chase cried. "Don't die! I swear, God, it wasn't my fault," he wiped away his tears and looked down at Zoey, suffering.
What was he doing? He knew Zoey couldn't breath – he'd have to do CPR.
He hesitated, but then again, this was for Zoey's life, right? Chase took a deep breath, tilted her head back, her body completely straight, and he reached down, lips to lips.
He breathed in, to unclog the water in Zoey's throat. He couldn't let her die, he'd try everything, anything that it took. Money shortage, okay, he'd do it for her. After all, Chase loves Zoey. It's horrible when someone you love so much dies; Chase has experienced it before with his Grandma. He used to sew with her, some nice-knitted sweaters.
He stopped, to let Zoey spit out any water she needed to get rid of. Zoey didn't budge.
"My God," said Chase, out loud. He started to scream, "Don't do this! Stop it, I hate you!" He wasn't specifically talking to anybody, either Fate or God.
"Hey, Chase," a voice came. "Whatcha doing?" It was Nicole. No way could he let her see he'd killed Zoey. She or anybody else, even his parents, would ever trust him again.
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