I'm going to warn you right now that this story only gets darker. Much darker BUT I do promise that the ending will be all happy and amazing. Writing about Taylor losing all of that blood was hard cause it happened to me. The blood transfusion thing too. And I added the itching part cause it did itch. Anyhow uhm that's it. This one's short than normal but hopefully you like it? OH and Ryan's not going to go after seth. YET.

Chapter 6

"You can't be here when the ambulance comes." I tell him running out of breath. He's standing next to me with a paled face. The ambulance has been called and were on their way. It'd probably take close to ten minutes for them to arrive.

"I can't leave you." He tells me. "You have to. Ryan, as much as I want you to stay you're still my teacher. How will you explain why you were at my house, alone?" I ask. How I'm thinking rationally in a time like this is beyond me.

"I don't know. Please don't make me leave." He begs. He has to go. There is no way I will get him in trouble. No possible way.

"Go." I tell him sternly. I can tell he knows he should leave before they get here. He's got a strange look in his eyes. He's torn. At that moment I realize he cares about me. My history teacher actually cares. The first person in my entire life to care about my well being. I suddenly stop caring about him leaving.

These pains are jolting through my body like bombs. I reach down and reveal my bloody hand. I feel like I could pass out, not just from the sight of blood but from losing all of that blood. Now as I look down at my feet I can see a puddle. It's growing. I'm freaking out. I look over at Ryan and he's paled. He doesn't know what to do. There isn't much we can do but wait for the ambulance. My mom is going to kill me when she sees our white floor covered in blood. Unless this kills me first. "Taylor, look at me. Taylor." Everything's getting so blurry. I can only hear Ryan's muffled voice. I'm searching for him but then everything goes black.

I've never been so scared in my life but waking up in that hospital bed with different needles poking my skin. That was scary. Especially since one of those needles happened to be pushing blood into my body. I'm freaking out currently and I don't realize that there are hands on my arms pushing me down to the bed. I take a deep breath and then there's another needle sticking into my arm. I'm calm now but suddenly things are going black again.

I'm awake and aware now. The Doctor is talking to me. Saying something about a miscarriage. They are asking who did this. I tell them I don't know. I say it was a stranger. I can tell by the look on his face that he doesn't believe me but he just nods. He leaves the room and I realize I'm all alone now. No one's by my side to comfort me. I'm alone, again.

Wait a second did he say miscarriage? What? I suddenly want him back in here and tell me exactly what he was talking about. How did I have a miscarriage, I wasn't even pregnant. No. Oh God, I'm about to break down when suddenly the door to the room opens.

The smiling face in front of me calms me down at little. But now I'm worried. Worried that they think he did this to me. "What are you doing here?" I ask. Probably not the best thing to ask because his smile turns to a frown.

"You don't want me here? I can leave." Ryan pointed his thumb towards the door. "No, uhm what happened after I…after I blacked out?" I asked curiously. I wasn't sure why I wanted to know. Maybe because I wanted to make sure he was okay. To make sure they didn't accuse him.

"Well, the ambulance came and they brought you here. I told them I was picking up some papers from you and that I lived in the neighborhood so I walked over." He sat down in the in the chair next to my bed.

"Oh. Uhm…you didn't say anything about…who…did this, did you?" I ask fiddling with my fingers. He shakes his head no but he's got a frown on his face and I can tell he wants to say something but I don't want to hear it so I hold up my hand.

"Don't, I need rest. Thanks…for you know…staying by my side and stuff but you should probably go." I said closing my eyes.

"You're right I should go. You know incase your boyfriend actually cares and shows up. I doubt it though." I can see the hurt in his face. I don't understand why he's hurt. I'm the one who almost got beat to death. I'm the one who apparently had a miscarriage. Before I can say something or rather yell something he leaves. Now I'm alone. It's a normal feeling these days.

I want out of this bed. But they say I can't go anywhere. Apparently I lost so much blood. I realize that the blood is still being pumped through my vain via needle. I'm itching all over. The nurse said it was normal. I asked her if my mom knew I was here. She bowed her head and said yes. Then she told me she would have the doctor come in and talk to me. I tell her no. I say I want to know where my mother is and why she's not by my side. Of course she isn't here. She has more important things to do than worry about her daughter. Then the nurse said my mother came by. She said that I was to call her before I left and that she'd come pick me up. And apparently I was in trouble for the stain in the foyer.

I'm surprised that I'm not being pressed for information about who hit me. I'm also surprised they didn't think Ryan did it. Maybe he left before they got there. I'll never know now because I just ran him off. I just ran off the one person who cares about me.

I start wondering about Seth. I wonder if he knows I'm in the hospital. Or if he even cares he almost killed me. He probably doesn't. Then I start to wonder what I should do about this. Should I leave him? Well of course I should. But do I have the courage? The strength or power to break up with him? There's just too much to think about right now.

I want to hide. Hide away from the world. Maybe crawl into some type of hole. Not underground though, I'd rather not get dirt in my hair or anywhere else on my body for that matter. I turn my body to face the wall opposite from the door when I hear it open. I really don't feel like talking to anyone.

"Taylor." His voice makes my body tense up. I want him out. Out of this room and out of my life. But I can't get myself to say it. I don't turn over to look at him.

"I'm sorry." Is all he says. Sorry? Sorry isn't going to cut it. Sorry is like the worst thing he could say right now. Anything but sorry! Because I know he's not sorry. He's happy he did this. I can tell in his voice that he doesn't regret hurting me.

"You're not sorry." I stutter. My whole body is shaking now. I don't know if it's because I'm cold or because I'm terrified with him around me.

"Taylor, you know I wouldn't hurt you on purpose." BULL! I want to jump up from this bed now and ask him how exactly did he not want to hurt me? Obviously he did or else I wouldn't be lying in this hospital bed now.

"I was pregnant." Is all I say. Silence. I don't hear anything from behind me. Not until I hear the door to the room slam. That's when I look. He's gone. Here's to hoping he's out of my life for good. Here's to hoping I don't take him back. I shut my eyes tightly. I want to be home and in my bed.