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Chapter 15
"Miley, please! I love you!" I exclaimed, pounding on her closed car window.
Miley shook her head vigorously, wiping the tears falling from her eyes with her palms and back of her hand. "No, Lilly! You don't get to say that!" She cried before turning the car on.
"Please, Miley! Give me a chance, please," I begged, the tears running down my face.
Something snapped in her, I could see it, causing her to throw the door open. It hit me in the stomach and knocked me on my ass. I stared with wide eyes as she loomed over me. She looked pissed off with tears staining her cheeks and red blood shot eyes, I've never seen anyone more sexier in my life.
"A chance?!" she screamed, her voice sounded harsh against her throat. "You had a chance! You messed it all up. You're so fuckin' stupid Lillian!" Her southern twang became more prominent the angrier she got. "I will never forgive you, just.. Leave. Me. Alone!" she ground out before jumping back into her car.
I got over my shock before she could slam the door shut and yelled out, "I'm not gonna give up on you! I'm gonna show you that I really do love you, no matter what it takes!" She shot me a dirty glare and slammed the door hard. I saw her inhale a deep, but shaky, breath before changing gears and taking off.
The world seemed quiet, the birds and grasshoppers were chirping too loud and my heart seemed to beat slower but loudly in my chest and to my ears. I watched her car drive off slowly before time sped up again and my breathing became irregular.
The moment I blinked, I heard a loud crash and tires screeching, trying to avoid getting into the collision. When my eyes snapped open Miley's car was in the middle of it all, sandwiched between four or five other cars.
Like gravity, I was pulled to the wreckage. I ran straight to her car and tried my best to open her door, but it wouldn't budge. "Miley! MILEY!!" I exclaimed, pounding on the web that used to be her windshield. "It's okay, you're gonna be okay." That was basically my mantra. I kept saying it over and over again in my head as I balled up my fists and pounded as hard as I could. I felt the window break even more just a little bit with each pounding of my fist. I wasn't going to stop until I got her out of there. Panting and desperate, I used my elbow and slammed down hard. I ignored the pain shooting through my arm and the bits and pieces of the tough glass digging into my skin and used both fists to break the glass apart even more.
When the windshield was broken down all the way, I peered inside and saw her head lolled to one side with blood seeping out from somewhere above her hairline and slowly dribbling out of her mouth. I panicked. I climbed over the smashed up hood and used my elbows to push myself into the car. I reached out to her, caressed one of her cheeks, and her eyelids weakly opened. "Mi..Miley," I sobbed, "You.. you're gonna be o-okay." I looked straight into her beautiful blue eyes and held her gaze. It was glossed over and didn't resemble the livelihood I was so used to in them. "We'll get you outta here," I said, trying to calm my breathing and tears.
She inhaled deeply and weakly brought a hand up to cover mine. "Lilly..." she exhaled breathlessly, as if it was taking everything in her to utter my name.
"Miley... hang on, okay?" I curled my fingers around her hand and brought it up to my lips. "Just hang on, okay? You have to... I'm gonna need you to pull through, okay?"
"You hurt me..." her breathing was getting shorter.
"I know, and I'm so fucking sorry, but you've got to pull through! I'm gonna spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just hang on!" I begged. Her eyes slid shut for a moment and I panicked. "MILEY!" I yelled. I saw movement behind her eyelids before it cracked open again.
"I... love... you..." she said with every exhale of her breath.
"I... I love you, too! Please, Miley please, be strong." I pleaded hysterically. "I love you so much and I will do anything and everything you tell me to do, just please don't leave just yet. I need you in my life." I cried. Through the tears falling from my eyes I saw a ghost of a smile on her lips before her head fell to the side and her hand fell lifelessly in mine.
"Miley?! Miley!! MILEY, NO!!" I screamed and jerked. My eyes opened and I was blinded with bright light, forcing me to shut my eyes tightly. When was I ever laying down or closing my eyes in the first place?
"Lilly?" someone exclaimed to the right of me and I realized that a hand was cupping mine, so I gave it a weak squeeze. "She's awake!" The voice sounded excited yet tired at the same time. There was a hustle and bustle of movement but I forced myself to pay attention to other things. It felt like something was lodged into my nose, and things were taped down to my free hand. I took in the beeping sounds and hums of machines close by. "Lilly, baby, open your eyes," the voice said softly before I felt a hand cupping my right cheek.
My eyes fluttered open slowly and my vision was rather blurry, so I blinked a few times trying to straighten everything out. When everything came to, my eyes locked on concerned brown eyes. "Joannie?" I asked in a small, childlike voice. She nodded her head and brought a hand up to my hairline before smoothing it down my head. I motioned for a drink and she left my side for a moment to get a bottle of water with a straw in it. "Where am I?" I asked in confusion after taking a sip. Taking in my surroundings I realized that everything was white, and bright, and hurting my damn eyes.
"You're in the hospital," she answered, frowning. "You were in an accident, babe, remember?" she said with a shaky breath. My eyes went wide when I heard this and images from the dream, nightmare, I woke up from crashed through my mind and made me nauseous. It scared me how badly I wanted the brown eyes staring at me with concern were blue instead. I shook my head and words shitted out of my mouth before I could stop it.
"Where's Miley?" I asked. I really wanted her near-by, especially after have a dream that felt so god damned real. I didn't care if she hated me as long as she was alive and breathing, and anywhere in my sight, I would rest easier. Joannie furrowed her eyebrows and pulled back slightly, taken aback. Her grip on my hand loosened quite a bit, but I held on, wanting her to answer. That was all just a dream right? Miley wasn't in a car accident, right? "Where is she?!" I asked, panicked. My heart rate picked up and the monitor went crazy.
Noticing this, Joannie quickly assured me, "She's fine! Don't worry." She ran her fingers through my hair gently and I felt myself calm down. "You're fine, she's fine... everyone's just fucking fine..." I heard her mumble under her breath.
"Where's my mom?" I asked, noticing her cashmere sweater hanging on the back of the chair on the other side of my bed. Actually looking around the room and taking in my immediate surroundings, I noticed wilted flowers, balloons, cards, and teddy bears littering the tables and floors in my room. "And how long have I been knocked out?" I asked with a frown when my eyes landed on two batches of white roses, one wilted and the other fresh, my favorite flowers.
"About a week and she's with..." she mumbled a name that sounded like Oliver. I perked up instantly.
"Who?" I asked with hope.
She sighed and repeated, "Ollie."
"Really?" I asked with a smile on my face, "and where are they?" I felt my whole body warm up at the fact that Oliver was actually here, visiting me while I'm in the hospital.
Her frown deepened. "With Miley..." she answered in a defeated tone, like she didn't want me to know, but she didn't want to withhold information from me either. My whole body tingled and I felt like I was floating. Miley and Oliver were both here, maybe things will work out. "They went to the cafeteria to get some coffee," she informed. I felt my happiness slip away when my eyes landed on Joannie's sad face after I actually recognized her defeated tone.
"Joannie..." I trailed off, tugging our cupped hands up to my chest trying to get her attention. When I did, I gave her a warm smile and brought the back of her hand to my lips. "Thank you for being here for me," I told her sincerely.
She sighed and relaxed before assuring me, "It's fine. I was worried about you, everyone was. You don't know how my heart dropped after you ran off and I heard screeching tires before that horrible metal against metal sound vibrated throughout the whole school." There were light tears in her eyes and falling at a slow pace. Then my thoughts went back to that day I ran off and I flinched at the memory of harsh words being exchanged. My whole demeanor changed, and she noticed. "What?" she asked, scared, wiping the tears away with the back of her free hand.
"I... love Miley," I said slowly, there was no needs to beat around the bush. After that dream I had, and I reaction I got from it, I finally figured things out. Her eyes widened, jaw went slack, and she dropped her hands from mine.
"What?" she asked incredulously after a few awkward moments of silence.
"I.. had a dream." I tried to explain.
She frowned. "So what, you're Dr. MLK now?" she asked sarcastically. She stood up and started pacing. "You what? Had a dream involving her and so you've made your decision?!" she asked loudly. I nodded my head, because that's what's basically happened. "I can't believe this shit," she scoffed. "I'm here, Lilly. ME. Not her!" She exclaimed pointing at herself before pointing in the direction of the door.
I sighed. "You just said that she was in the cafeteria with my mom and Oliver," I pointed out.
"That's not the point!" she yelled. Her voice rang in my ears and I flinched.
"Then what's the point!?" I asked in a raised voice. "That you were here when I finally woke up and she wasn't? That doesn't matter! I'm sorry if I had a dream that didn't involve you, but helped me realize that I can't live, can't function, without Miley in my life!" I ended with a scream. My voice was protesting against the friction against my throat as my voice got louder with every word, but I didn't care. Things between Joannie and I had to end, and unfortunately it was here in the hospital.
During our little screaming match, the door opened at the far end of the room but both of us didn't notice. My eyes flitted over her shoulder and I saw a flash of chestnut locks before zoning in on blue-gray eyes. I felt my heart beat pump faster and I was getting light headed. My heart rate went up even more when I realized that Miley's eyes were wide open in shock and I had just realized what I confessed. It was nothing wrong, but that wasn't the way I wanted her to find out.
Joannie, finally realizing that my attention wasn't focused on her, turned around to see what I was staring at. From the corner of my eyes I saw her shoulders square up at the sight of the three other occupants in the room before she turned back to me. I felt my heart break at the sight of her looking so lost and confused, a whole different expression from just seconds ago.
We were all silent for a while until Miley cleared her throat. My eyes snapped to her form and she looked uncomfortable with her hands behind her back. "Well, I see that you're alive and well, so we're gonna go now." With that she reached out and cupped Oliver's hand in hers. My eyes dropped to the friendly, yet intimate gesture and it became hard to breathe. "Get well soon, Lilly," she said quietly before tugging Oliver out of the room. My eyes stayed on the closed door until it started burning. I blinked and turned away from the exit.
"Huh, who would have thunk?" Joannie asked with an air of wonder in her voice. It sounded as if she was really contemplating what just happened, but the look of smugness on her face stated other wise.
"I can't put up with this shit right now, Joannie. Go home," I ground out, pinching the bridge of my nose with my right hand.
She didn't comply. "Really? She just left you here, and now you're pushing me away? Nah uh, I'm not going," she said, shaking her head. "I'm gonna be here for you, not turn away when you need someone the most." I felt myself getting more and more tired the more she spoke. I just woke up after being knocked out for a week, and now every emotion that flashed through me was draining my energy. I really couldn't deal with any more bullshit at the moment.
"That's why she has me," mom finally spoke out for the first time ever since walking back into the room. "Maybe you should leave. You do have school tomorrow." Joannie looked like she was going to protest, but the look my mom gave her stopped her short.
"Fine," Joannie huffed, grabbing her jacket and slipping it on. "But I'll be back tomorrow," she promised. She gave me one final look before leaving. I sighed when she was finally out of my presence and felt myself about to fall into the darkness that was quickly engulfing me.
"Honey?" Mom's voice kept me from falling all the way and my eyes cracked open just a bit. I looked at her through my eye lashes.
I inhaled. "I'm so sorry mom," I croaked out in a raspy voice. "Sorry... putting... through this..." I exhaled, words missing from my apology.
I heard her sniffle and saw her bringing a hand up to her eyes. "It's fine, honey. I'm just so glad you're okay," she assured me, running a hand over my hair before grazing her fingertips on my face. "Never do that again, okay?" she asked. I nodded my head as a promise since words weren't forming in my brain. "Get some rest... the doctor will check up on you next time you wake up." I heard her mumble some other things, but by the time I heard rest I was already slipping back into unconsciousness.
I dreamed about ways to win Miley back and regaining Oliver's friendship again. Joannie was locked up in the furthest door in my mind, and Oliver was somewhere there too if that hand holding I saw was anything but comforting and friendly..
AN: Throw me some ideas on how to make the second to last sentence work! It's time for Lilly to win Miley's heart back and Oliver's trust again.
PS... review. k, thanks.