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Chapter 19

Randy POV

I watched through the glass window, Rylee sat with an unconscious Laura. She had been in a coma for two days now, and not once had Rylee left her side. Doctors had urged her to go home, but she refused to budge, she wanted to be there for Laura 100. Laura's long chestnut brown hair had been tied back by one of the nurses, her makeup smudged off her face. Her skin was paler than the white room. Rylee wouldn't eat anything, and survived only on coffee to keep her going. She sat talking to Laura, hoping, praying for an answer. John placed a hand on my shoulder.

"She's gunna be fine." He whispered. What did he know? She hadn't woken up yet, who's to say she ever will? I never got a chance to tell her I loved her. She would never know. "She's a lil fighter." He walked away, leaving me, staring through the glass, to the limp and lifeless body that lay in the bed.

END OF Randy POV

Rylee held her best friend's hand in her own. Tears were freely running down her make up stained cheeks. "I love you. You know that, right Shorty?" She tried to hold back another flood of tears, but failed. "I don't know what I would do without you. You keep me sane; you're the one that holds my life together. You know me better than I know myself. You have to wake up. Please. I, I need you." Rylee dropped her head down onto the bed by her best friend's body, sobbing violently, her whole body shaking. "Don't leave me." A hand smoothed her hair down.

"I aint going anywhere, skank." Laura coughed. Rylee jumped up, hugging her best friend gently.

"I love you." Rylee cried.

"Ditto girl, ditto." Laura smiled. "Now go home, you smell." Laura pinched her nose, trying not to laugh.

"Charming." Rylee stood up. "I'll be back though, as soon as possible."

"You better be!" Laura warned. "Now where is my sexy piece of ass?" Rylee opened the door. "RANDALL!" He ran through the door, kissing Laura passionately. (Someone's doing a lil victory dance right now)

"Ewwww! Get a room!" Rylee laughed, leaving the room. She ran straight into John. She looked up into his big blue eyes and felt dizzy. "John ama-" She passed out in his arms.

"Lets get you home missy." He smiled, picking her up. She instantly rested her head against his neck.

The smell of breakfast woke Rylee; she was home, in her own bed, in clean pyjamas. She reached out to where John should have been; nothing. John walked into the bedroom with an IHOP bag. Rylee quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. John kissed her forehead gently. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.

"Morning Baby." He hugged her, kissing her softly. A pink and black curl entwining with a lock of his brown hair as he kissed her.

"What time is it?" Rylee asked when he pulled back. He glanced at his watch.

"10am." Rylee jumped out of her bed.

"I told Laura I would go back and see her! And that was yesterday! How could I possibly sleep that long?" She yelled, scolding herself.

"Ry, baby." John grabbed her shoulders. "A) Laura is fine; I rang her and told her. B) You passed out, even Jeff couldn't wake you. C) Randy is with her. D) You didn't sleep for three days, you were exhausted. I'm surprised you didn't pass out earlier." Rylee crumbled into his arms, crying softly. She was a wreck.

"I thought he had killed her." She sobbed.

"I know baby. I know." John kissed her head, playing with her hair.

"Where's Fallon?" A sudden panic filled her body; she had not seen the young punk since the scene of the accident.

"She's with your parents, okay. Shane and Steph picked her up after the accident, and then they took her out to Connecticut." John explained, he noticed the still panicked expression on his girlfriend's face. "I rang her like half an hour ago. She's fine baby, she's coming home with Steph, later on tonight."

"Okay." Rylee mumbled.

"Now you go have something to eat and then get in the shower." John said once he was sure she had completely calmed down.

Forty five minutes later Rylee was sat, sulking in the passenger seat of her MClaren F1, John was driving. They arrived at the hospital; John laced his fingers with hers as they walked through the corridors. Rylee looked through the windows. Something, or someone, made her stop and look harder. John tugged on her hand as he kept walking. They reached Laura's room to find Randy flat out on the bed next to Laura, holding her close. Laura hissed at them the second the door opened.

"Help me!" She hissed, a crazed look on her, now coloured face. "He's breathing on my face!" She squirmed. Rylee laughed as John tried to move his best friend. "The nurses just kept laughing at me then leaving me. I thought they were supposed to make you feel comfortable in this place." John lost his grip on Randy, who fell to the floor with a loud thump. He groaned as he opened his eyes.

"What happened?" He mumbled.

"He's never sleeping with me again." Laura sat up, flinching with pain. The doctor had told Rylee and the others that Laura had suffered from two broken ribs and a sprained wrist, a concussion and burn marks and bruises from the ropes that Benji had tied her down with.

"I'm going to get some coffee, John are you coming?" Rylee asked sweetly. John obeyed and followed her out the door without a word.

"WHIPPED!" Randy yelled only to be flipped off.

Rylee left John talking to some other superstars, all in the cafeteria, all wondering how Laura was. She retraced her steps from entering the building and found herself at the private room that had caught her attention earlier. Looking around her, for the guards that she had seen before. They weren't around, and she didn't expect them back any time soon. She opened the door, slid in and closed it behind her quickly.

"I thought you would come and see me." His voice rough and gravely.

"Yeah well you thought right." She answered harshly.

"I saw you with that oversized, over hyped ape before." He stated.

"I know."

"So what did you really come here for, because I know you aint here to give me grapes and flowers?" He snapped, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'm here to ask you why?" Rylee kept calm, even though the thought of his eyes on her was tearing her up inside.

"Why what?" He sneered.

"Why did you crash the car?" She hissed.

"I didn't do this on purpose. Do you really think I would break my legs and ribs just for you?" He glared at her. "Stupid whore."

"As a matter of fact, I do. You're obsessed with me Benji, you can't stand that I can survive without you." She walked over to his bed, getting closer and closer to his face. "You can't take the fact that I'm over you, that I moved on, and that I found someone who I respect, and who respects me enough not to lay a finger on me." She hissed, less than centimetres from his face.

"Yeah right." He scoffed.

"So what was this all for, Benji? Huh? Shits and giggles?" Her normally blue-green eyes flickered red with anger and hatred.

"You could say so." He snickered.

"Bullshit. And you know it. You did it so that I wouldn't have any one left. But you're wrong, Laura's a fighter, I have Jeff and our daughter Fallon. You remember Fallon right. The first time she met you?" Rylee smiled, running a finger down the scar on his neck.

FLASHBACK

Benji lay on the sofa; Rylee had disappeared into the bathroom and was refusing to come out. So, he had only hit her once. She deserved it; she had spilt Dr Pepper on his favourite shirt. Stupid bitch. Someone knocked on the front door as if they were in a rush. Benji opened the door to receive a fist in the face.

"Bastard!" The young girl screamed, kicking him in the ribs.

"Jeff, go get Rylee and Laura!" Amy yelled, directing him to their rooms. "Fallon! Breathe!" Amy pulled her off for a second before laying into Benji herself.

"What's it like hitting a girl Benji?" Amy yelled. "Does it make you feel big?" She screamed blood all over her fists from Benji's face. Amy got off him to help Rylee. Fallon retaking her place. Rylee watched her thirteen year old daughter pull a blade from her back pocket and slice his throat, a vertical cut from his ear to his collar bone.

"Son of a Bitch!" She screamed, kicking him again. She placed a black booted foot on his face, smashing it down on the floor. She bent down to whisper to him. "This isn't over yet bitch." She scowled, kicking his head before leaving.

END OF FLASHBACK

"She caught me off guard." Benji looked away.

"She was thirteen." Rylee smiled. "She had you all over." She laughed. "Look at you. You're pathetic. I dare you. Hit me." She smirked. He raised his arm to hit her, but it fell instantly, blood pouring from his side. "Ooppies." She smiled cruelly, pulling the blade out of his flesh. She leaned in to him, real close. "Never mess with Laura. Never touch my daughter."

"Laura?" She looked up at Randy.

"Yuppers?"

"I, erm, I know we haven't been together for that long. But the thing is, I've never felt like this with any one else. I mean, I'm always thinking about you. I can't be away from you without wondering where you are, who you're with. What I'm trying to say is, I love you, and, will you marry me?"

"Bugger." Laura breathed. "Am I on punk'd?" She asked, deadly serious.

"No, baby, you aren't on punk'd. But I am serious." Randy looked worried on the fact that she didn't find him serious.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He smiled.

"Well could you do it again, and this time do it properly." Laura rolled her eyes. So Randy, got down on one knee, held out a small velvet box.

"Laura Jayne Ward," he paused. "Will you marry me?"

"Maybe."

"What!"

"Yes, I'll marry you." She laughed, kissing him softly.

"Oh my god!" Rylee stood in the doorway, hand clamped over her mouth, John standing behind her.

A/N: Heeheeeheee theres too much drama in this chapter for ya'll. Review me bitches!

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