Chapter Thirteen
Cole
Sam is so frickin' dramatic, "will she like it", "oh she will like it." Sam, Sam, Sam why is he such a drama queen.
"Are you ok?" Isabel asked, "You have been walking back and forth in front of me for ten minutes. Sit down and spill." I sat down and she put her arms around my shoulders.
"Isabel, Sam is a wreck. He can't stand being away from Grace, and I bet Grace is having a tough time too." My pocket vibrated. "Speaking of her, here she is now." I looked at the screen and opened it.
"Da,"
"Cole," Grace sounded stressed, "I just got in an accident and my legs are stuck in the car, I can't move them and it hurts so bad."
"Did you call Sam?"
"Yes, he didn't pick up."
"Really Sam, Grace needs you." I whispered to myself. "I'll tell Paul to come and help you. Where are you?"
"I don't know some place in near the woods, Sam was so sad I couldn't help hearing him so upset every time I talked to him."
"Ok, ok I'll go get Paul, stay on the phone, and you're in Minnesota?
"That was my plan, and yes," Grace said in pain.
"Isabel keep Grace calm, she just got in an accident, please just, please." Isabel took the phone and started talking to her. I ran into the living room where Paul and Lori were.
"Paul, go to the boundary of the woods, Grace just got in an accident." Sam's room door flew open and he ran into the living room where I was.
"Is she ok?" Sam asked.
"I don't know look at your messages." Sam grabbed his phone from under a pile of papers and pushed some buttons and put it to his ear. I could hear some words from the phone. "Sam…-accident…-…..friend-with me."
"Oh," Sam said with a sigh. He connected his hands behind his head and paced back and forth a few times. "Paul go, now." Sam demanded.
"Paul, do you want me to come?" Lori asked him.
"I don't know, um no I'll just go."
"Be safe." She said before she kissed him.
Paul
I ran to my car and drove to the woods. I saw some car lights up ahead, but I couldn't tell who's car it was. Wait, I drove her to college, so how was she getting here. I drove to the car and parked behind them. There was glass and pieces of car everywhere. I ran to the driver side of the car and looked in the window, there was blood all in a girl's hair and I knew it was Grace. Another girl was in the car, Rebecca how did she get here?
"Grace, I'm here." I whispered.
"Paul?" she said as she turned her head. "Rebecca passed out, and I'm stuck in the car, and the car hit us then drove away."
"Hit and run." I whispered to myself. "Are you ok?"
"No, not really, where is Sam I need him." She gasped.
"He stayed home, Grace I have to pull you out of the car, and fast."
"Paul, I tried the car is crushed on my legs." I pulled the door and it fell off the hinge. The car was so badly crushing her legs, there was just so much blood too I couldn't tell where her legs were. Rebecca shuttered a little and then opened her eyes.
"Crap, Grace what happened, are you ok? Paul, why, what, ok I don't care right about now, can you pull her out?" Rebecca said. I'm surprised she didn't say anything about her car.
"Hi, nice to see you again, don't know if I can get her out can you help?"
"Yes, let me just push this." She pushed the door open, and hopped in the back seat. She pulled a bar and Grace's seat moved back. Grace groaned, and then Rebecca pulled it back a big jerk and Grace screamed.
"Sorry," Rebecca said as she locked the seat in place.
"Ok, Grace this is really going to hurt but just stay strong."
"Sure, when a girl's leg is stuck in a car she can stay strong, and calm like that." Grace snapped her finger at the end of the statement. Do people really get this cranky when they get into accidents?
"Ok, Rebecca can you hold Grace's hand, this is really going to be interesting," I said. Rebecca closed her eyes and gripped Grace's hands; I put my hands around her waist and pulled. Grace barely moved, and she groaned.
"You're doing well, Grace." Rebecca said.
"Did you call 9-1-1?" I asked.
"I tried," Grace struggled to say, "No reception."
"How did you call- never mind, ok Rebecca can you go and try walking down the street a little and try calling 9-1-1?
"Sure," Rebecca replied. Rebecca walked down the street and pushed some buttons on her phone and held it to her ear.