chapter thirty-three ;

My love, leave yourself behind. Beat inside me, leave you blind. My love, you have found peace. You were searching for release. You gave it all, into the call. You took a chance and you took a fall for us. You came thoughtfully, loved me faithfully. You taught me honor, you did it for me. Tonight you will sleep for good. You will wait for me my love. You gave all you had and now I am home

Brent's POV ;;

I'm laying in my bed, with Helen. I run my fingers through her hair, and feel some disappointment. She was no Ally. My mind wouldn't stop racing about our kiss earlier. I don't know what came over me, what came over her. Even when we were together, we never kissed like that. Was it mixed emotions? Tempers flaring after a month of despising each other? God, who knows.

I run my finger over my nose, feeling a small smirk on my mouth. The bandage was of course still intact, and made me think of Ally. Cause she was the one who nursed it.

Suddenly, there was a furious knock on my door, waking Helen from her sleep. I get out of bed and throw a pair of sweatpants on. I swear to god if it's Jon back here to kick my ass ...

But it wasn't. It was Patrick. He looked like he's been through hell and back. His hair was a matted mess and his eyes were swollen.

"Dude, what the hell? Did Julie run you over with your car?"

"No, fuck you man! It's Ally."

I scan down to my room door, no sign of Helen. I close my apartment door so Patrick and I are standing in the hall. A few on lookers give me questioning eyes as they notice I have no shirt on. Really? Like you haven't seen a half naked guy before.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Dude, there's no light way to say this but ... she got in a car accident."

My heart dropped into my stomach, "The fuck do you mean?"

"Outside of my apartment building. Gabby said she was thinking a lot, ended up driving on the other side of the road, and lost control of the car. She hit a pole, and she dejected out the window. I heard all the sirens, and recognized Jon's Jetta so I went down."

I couldn't even respond. My body was shaking. Ally ... was hurt. It was all my doing. "Is she okay?"

"She was able to talk to me before she got taken away to the hospital. She wanted me to tell you over Jon." I shot him a look, he knew everything, "Brent, I get it. She still loves you, a lot. You should go down there now, I have no idea what's going on. I'll wait for you downstairs."

I nod on account I couldn't even make a proper sentence. I jolted right back into my room, scrambling to find a shirt to wear. I settle on a black hawks shirt, throw it over my head as I search for my sneakers.

"Brent, what's going on?"

"It's Ally. She's been in an accident."

"What do you mean?"

"She's in the fucking hospital okay?" I snap as tossed on my hawks baseball cap.

She gasps and crosses her arms at me, "Brent ... stop hiding behind this mask"

"I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"You love her. I can see it in your eyes. You light up when someone mentions her, your fists clench when Jon's around you. You've been acting so odd since she came around again."

Well, shit, if she can see it, I might as well not hide it, "Fine. You got me. I still love her. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I'll let myself out. Goodbye Brent."

I nod. Not feeling an ounce of guilt. I scoop up my keys and cautiously drive to the hospital. My heart is beyond pounding in my throat. I felt sick. My emotions never ran this much before ...

Everyone is in the lobby as I get there. Gabby is shaking as Sharp pulls her to his chest. Duncan is staring at the floor. Jon isn't here just yet. I sit down beside Dunc and give him a light nudge. He glances up at me and doesn't say a thing.

"Dunc ... is she okay?"

"What is your problem?" He snapped.

"What?"

"Why can't you make up your fucking mind? I don't like you passing around my sister like a fucking puck. She's very ... fragile. She's not like a car you can fix up, or a hockey stick you can re-tape up."

"I get that. I'm sorry. We talked it all out."

"Fine, well, she's waiting for you."

My eyes widen, "she's awake?"

"Yeah, she only wants to see you."

I get the directions from Dunc to where she is. My nerves on edge, I don't know if I was prepared for what I would see next. I pop my head in the room and my stomach turns. Her leg is wrapped up in a cast, a huge bandage is wrapped around her head, another cast is on her wrist and she's hooked up to an IV. Why did I feel like this was my fault?

She's sleeping though, so I pull up a chair beside her bed and grab her hand. My eyes just stare at her face. She was still beautiful. Her hair was a tangled mess. I notice a hair band on her wrist, I slide it off gently and do my best to put her hair into a ponytail. Her body moves and her eyes flicker open. I was so relieved, I felt tears filling my eyes.

"You're here," Her voice was cracking already.

I kiss her forehead, "Patrick told me you wanted me here."

"I did. Brent I lied to you."

"What?"

"I still love you. I want to be with you again."

I stop and stare at her. Finally she admitted it to me. She would be mine again. I lean over and ever so gently kiss her lips. A small tear escaped her eyes and I wiped it away for her.

"Kiss me again ..."

I hesitated at first and pressed my mouth to hers. Her hand cupped my face weakly. As we pulled apart I looked into her eyes. Despite the gash on her cheek, her eyes still shined like they did in July. A small yawn fell past her lips and I let go of her hand.

"No, don't go please." She pleaded, as if she was terrified.

"I won't go anywhere, I promise."

"Good. Cause, I don't want you to. We can't be apart. You can't ever leave again ..."

At this point, she's trembling, tears are pouring out of her, "Shh, stop talking. We'll figure this out when you're better." She nodded but kept looking over at me, "What is it?" I ask.

"You. You're ... beautiful."

I feel my face blush a bit, "How hard did you hit your head?"

She gently chuckles and her smile is beaming. Ah, there was that smile I adored so much. She suddenly had his stern look on her face and began to move.

"Ally, what's wrong?"

"I want you to lie here with me. For the rest of the night." She was so damn determined.

"I can't fit on there with you, Ally. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Take me with you."

"I can't just take you out of here."

She begins to huff, "Well, I don't want to be away from you, why can't you see that?" I get up and pull her to my chest. She's hysterically crying. It must've been the morphine making her like this. "Can't you try, please? I don't want you giving up like you did in August ..."

That hit a nerve with me for minute. My biggest mistake. I kick my shoes off and she moves enough to make room for me. Good thing her leg was on a sling so I couldn't hit it. The second my body made contact with her, she gripped onto my arm and pressed her face to my chest. Her body is viciously shaking, but then it comes to small halt as she drifts off to sleep. I rest my chin on her head, and I smiled to myself. She was mine again, this time, I'm not letting go.