chapter thirty-two ;

Taking steps back through the words I should've said to you, they all got lost. You went away, well I feel sick and you just don't care anymore. Hours to be with you, minutes of me in you. I can't feel this happening so tie my hands back and make me feel you coming down. You don't care your face is on a billboard, and you're everywhere, you don't care much for interviews. You're gone, you're gone away. If you don't like being hurt then please don't stay

I stormed down to the car, my face was completely flustered. Gabby is leaning against it, arms crossed. I hit the button to open it up. Without a word, I open up the door.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes."

"Ally, you don't look okay."

"I'M FINE OKAY, STOP ASKING ME SHIT!" I snapped.

She raises her hands in defense, "If you say so."

"I'm sorry. I'm not okay."

"What happened up there?"

I let out a shaky sigh, "Brent kissed me, and I didn't stop him. It was like nothing I've ever felt before."

"Shit, do you still love him?"

"With everything I have. This fucking hurts. I don't want to break Jon's heart over this."

"Okay, let's just go back to the house, and talk this out. Maybe tomorrow you can talk to Brent again. Get the full story."

"I suppose so."

"It's gunna be okay. You can't argue with your heart, Ally. It doesn't work that way."

I just nod and get into the car, throwing it into drive without being cautious. The buildings and street lights were flying by me at lightning speed. My mind was clouded with what just happened. I kept getting flashbacks of the kiss. My god, it was like nothing I've never felt before. The way his lips were over mine, the heat, the passion. It was amazing. Was he really sorry for the mistakes he made? Was it worth choosing him over Jon?

"ALLY LOOK OUT!"

I didn't have time to look out. The whole car was out of my control. The tires were screeching in my head, and it was like the world came to a hault as a huge thud came afterwards. My body was dejected onto the street. I was left on the ground, convulsing as Gabby's screams were the only thing I heard. The noise was getting downed out as I heard sirens.

"Ally, wake up, please."

My eyes open, but only slightly. I see Gabby clasping her mouth as the tears began to pour out of her. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, because I saw Sharpie leaning over me. He clutched my hand and tears were filling his eyes.

"Ally hold on, please they're almost here."

"Pat ..." I inaudibly croaked.

"Shh, don't say anything. You'll be okay."

I didn't say anything, I just felt him tighten the grip on my hand. My eyes were closed. I couldn't feel anything. I saw the sirens lights dancing behind my eyelids. Then some people came and picked me up. I finally opened my eyes and still, Patrick remained holding onto my hand.

"She's lost a lot of blood in her leg."

"NO! My hand, its ... burning!" I shriek.

"Glass splinters, we'll get rid of them. Are you her boyfriend?"

Patrick sighed and let go of my hand, "No, just a friend of her and her brother."

"Well, you're the closet family for now. You should come with us."

"Patrick, tell Brent what's going on please." I weakly said.

"Don't you mean Jon?"

"No."

He sighed, "Alright, I guess I could do that."

I don't remember much after that. My body got lifted into ambulance, the morphine was making me numb. Lights passed my eyes, doctors ran all around me in a panicking matter. Then everything went black.