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Chapter 2: Let the Secrets Commence

Grace paced across the waiting room. Nothing felt real anymore. Nothing seemed right. It couldn't be. It was a horrible dream. A horrible, horrible fake dream. The hospital was empty. Except for the nurses, not a person was in sight.

Grace bit her lip and brushed her fingers through her hair anxiously. "Grace," a voice adressed from behind her. She spun around to face Ricky. "What happened?" His eyes were glossed with concern and his lips were in a tight line.

"It was a hit and run," Grace said carefully.

"Did you see who hit her!" Ricky asked, face flushed with rage.

Grace wrinkled her forehead. Should she tell Ricky? She wasn't positive it was Adrian. Anyone could've been driving that car. But, at the same time, Grace had never been so certain. Amy had a baby, while Adrian lost hers. Amy was in a serious relationship with Ricky, while Adrian desperately wanted him back. And Ben, Adrian's husband, was breaking up with her, after confessing to Grace that he still loved Amy. Amy, Amy, Amy. That's all Adrian must hear. Must think. Must envy. And isn't envy motivation?

"Grace?" Ricky asked, interrupting her thoughts. He placed both hands on her shoulders and looked her directly in the eye. "Who hit her?"

"I d-didn't see," she lied. "It was dark. It all happened so fast." Lieing always left a sickening metallic taste in her mouth. She wasn't protecting Adrian, she told herself. She was only protecting Ricky. He was a mess right now. And she didn't know how he would react.

Adrian rubbed her eyes, searching the room around her for any sign of the night before. The sun bleached her eyes and she quickly squinted away from the light. Her head pounded, and her stomach grumbled. Her mouth tasted acidic and everything smelled rank.

Adrian groaned as she pushed herself off the floor. She caught onto three empty beer bottles and her heart sank. What had she done last night? A shrill tone filled the room and Adrian covered her ears, "ouch," she muttered. Seeing her phone's lit screen, she answered. "Hello," she said dryly.

"Amy's in the hospital," Ben replied frantically. There was a long pause as Adrian pried at her mind, feeling the urge to know something. Something important? "I know I'm not in the place to ask for favors," Ben began. "But, she's our friend, and-,"

"I'll meet you there," Adrian said quietly. "Ben," she paused. "I'm sorry about everything. I should have asked you about taking apart Mercy's room. You deserved better." Not even white noise was sounding through the phone and she pulled it away, looking at the screen. He had hung up. "I miss you," she whispered, and then shut the phone.

Adrian took a shower faster than she thought possible. She ended up brushing her teeth several times, hoping no trail of alcohol could be followed through her breath. On her way to the car a heavy feeling overcame her. Something didn't feel right. She took the last few steps to her car and was nearly knocked off her feet at the sight of it. The front end was dented immensily. She breathed in deeply, remembering everything.

The incessant beeping sound awakened Amy. Her heavy eyelids fluttered open slowly. She glanced around the empty white room and the machines beeping quickened. If this was heaven, she wasn't liking it. It was lonely. And quiet, and dark. Maybe it wasn't heaven, she didn't feel peaceful enough. But, she didn't feel real enough to be alive.

She closed her eyes, and pictured John's angelic face. Her son. Would she ever hold him again? Or was she gone for good?

She heard a sharp shuffle and her eyes started to burn, she tried to lift her arm to shield her eyes, but it was immoble. She opened her eyes and gazed across the room at the woman standing there. "Good morning, Amy," She said cheerfully. "I'm doctor Wilkes," she smiled widely.

Doctor? So this was a hospital? So she was alive! "What happened?" she croaked.

The petite doctor came to her side. She brushed a strand of her curly auburn hair behind her ear. "You were in a car wreck last night," she explained. "The airbag broke your arm, and the crash gave you a concussion. But, you'll be fine." Then her face lit up even more. "You'll both be fine."

Amy breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't care her arm was broken. She didn't care she had a splitting headache. Her baby, Ricky's baby, was safe.

Right then, the door opened and a very weary Ricky entered. He saw Amy was awake and was beside her in an instant. "You're back," he grinned, taking her good hand in his and squeezing it lightly. "Does this mean she'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine," Amy said hurriedly. "Can you give us a minute?" She asked Doctor Wilkes. She nodded and exited the room.

"Ricky," Amy said carefully thinking through her words. He brushed her hair out of her face. "I was wrong. I'm not pregnant."

She expected him to be relieved. Maybe even happy. But, his look was anything but. "You mean the a-accident-?"

Amy shook her head. "I was never pregnant."

Ricky bit his lip and lifted her hand, kissing the back of it sweetly. "I'm so sorry, Amy."

"Why are you sorry?" Amy asked. "We don't need another kid. We have a great one already. And, we're too young. We have college to look forward to. And another baby would just add more stress."

Ricky nodded and turned towards the door. "I'm going to go call your dad. He wanted me to call when you woke up."

It wasn't too long after Ricky left that the door opened again and Grace walked in slowly. She avoided Amy's eyes, keeping hers glued on every other object in the room except Amy.

"Grace?"

"Yeah?" she responded. Keeping her eyes on the floor.

"What's wrong?"

Grace looked up, finally catching Amy's gaze. "I thought we were best friends. And I know I tell you everything," she rushed through the words, slurring them all together. "And I thought we had open communication lines. I mean, I never keep anything from you. And you used to tell me everything! When were you going to tell me?"

"That I got in a car accident?" Amy raised one eyebrow, bewildered.

"That you're pregnant!" Grace exclaimed.