shot.” The words ripple through me and my breathing stops. She didn’t just say that! I get off the bed and start to pace the length of my room.
“Chloe, you there? Did you hear me? Zac’s been shot! It’s bad. They’re busy operating now.”
“What the bloody fuck?” The words rip from me. Anxiety pumps through my body as Emma’s words start to sink in. I’m going to vomit. Oh God, let Zac be alright!
“I’m in the waiting room. They’ve just stitched up Aiden’s arm. He got a flesh wound, but Zac wasn’t that lucky.” Emma takes a shuddering breath and her hysterics die down a little, while mine is building up inside of me like a violent volcano ready to erupt. “We’re waiting to hear how Zac is. I thought you’d want to know.”
“I’m coming. I’ll take the first flight out. Send me the hospitals details,” I say with my voice hoarse from the emotions I’m trying to control. I can’t afford to lose my shit now. I need to get to Zac. I should’ve known something was wrong when he didn’t make our usual Google chat. He’s not the type to leave a person hanging.
We say our goodbyes and I rush to my cupboard so I can pack. I phone and book the first flight to South Carolina. My flight leaves in four hours, I need to get everything together. I can lose it when I see that Zac is alright.
The thoughts that I’ll never feel his arms around me, never get to make passionate love to him again, never get a chance with him – they strangle the very air from my lungs.
It’s funny how you think you have all the time in the world. You think the guy will turn into your Prince Charming and come sweep you off your feet. Not in this day and age – you want something you’ve got to take it. I should have learned that lesson with everything that happened with my parents.
I want Zac. I need him. I need the chance to try and make him mine.
With my emotions torn between hope and fear, I grab my bag and run for the door. In just a few hours I’ll see Zac with my own eyes. I need to know he’s alright.
I don’t know how, but I promise if he pulls through that I’ll try to be just what he needs.
~*~
Something Sweet
Summer 2007
I’m getting ready for the last senior party before everyone heads off to college. I normally don’t go to these types of parties, or any parties really. I’m making an exception tonight though because I feel it’s time to actually do something out of my comfort zone. Tonight I won’t worry about consequences. I will do whatever I want, whenever I want, and with whomever I want. I’m eighteen years old and tired of trying to please everyone with being “the good girl”. My ex-boyfriend, Guy, of four years broke up with me last week because he ‘didn’t have time for me.’” I guess he had enough time for, Faith, who he had sex with later that night. Yeah, of course I was sad and hurt at first, but now I’m just pissed that I wasted so much time on him.
My phone buzzes on the bathroom counter breaking me from my thoughts.
Jessica: Are you ready yet?
Me: Almost. Five minutes.
I look at the girl staring back at me in the mirror. Normally I just try to look decent enough not to scare people, but tonight I’m going for hot. I left my long blonde hair down and decided to straighten it versus going with my natural wavy look. My eye shadow is a smoky grey and I applied so many coats of waterproof mascara I lost count. It helped to bring out my blue-green eyes so it was worth it. I pull down my little V-neck, black dress for about the tenth time since I put it on. How can girls wear dresses like this and still manage to function without flashing the whole world?
Another annoying buzz.
Jessica: Hurry up boo. We’re already late!!!!
Me: Chill. Walking out now.
“Mom, I’m leaving. See ya later,” I say as I peek into her room.
She smiles up from the book she’s reading. “Okay, sweetie. Have fun and be careful.”
My mom is the best. She
“Chloe, you there? Did you hear me? Zac’s been shot! It’s bad. They’re busy operating now.”
“What the bloody fuck?” The words rip from me. Anxiety pumps through my body as Emma’s words start to sink in. I’m going to vomit. Oh God, let Zac be alright!
“I’m in the waiting room. They’ve just stitched up Aiden’s arm. He got a flesh wound, but Zac wasn’t that lucky.” Emma takes a shuddering breath and her hysterics die down a little, while mine is building up inside of me like a violent volcano ready to erupt. “We’re waiting to hear how Zac is. I thought you’d want to know.”
“I’m coming. I’ll take the first flight out. Send me the hospitals details,” I say with my voice hoarse from the emotions I’m trying to control. I can’t afford to lose my shit now. I need to get to Zac. I should’ve known something was wrong when he didn’t make our usual Google chat. He’s not the type to leave a person hanging.
We say our goodbyes and I rush to my cupboard so I can pack. I phone and book the first flight to South Carolina. My flight leaves in four hours, I need to get everything together. I can lose it when I see that Zac is alright.
The thoughts that I’ll never feel his arms around me, never get to make passionate love to him again, never get a chance with him – they strangle the very air from my lungs.
It’s funny how you think you have all the time in the world. You think the guy will turn into your Prince Charming and come sweep you off your feet. Not in this day and age – you want something you’ve got to take it. I should have learned that lesson with everything that happened with my parents.
I want Zac. I need him. I need the chance to try and make him mine.
With my emotions torn between hope and fear, I grab my bag and run for the door. In just a few hours I’ll see Zac with my own eyes. I need to know he’s alright.
I don’t know how, but I promise if he pulls through that I’ll try to be just what he needs.
~*~
Something Sweet
Summer 2007
I’m getting ready for the last senior party before everyone heads off to college. I normally don’t go to these types of parties, or any parties really. I’m making an exception tonight though because I feel it’s time to actually do something out of my comfort zone. Tonight I won’t worry about consequences. I will do whatever I want, whenever I want, and with whomever I want. I’m eighteen years old and tired of trying to please everyone with being “the good girl”. My ex-boyfriend, Guy, of four years broke up with me last week because he ‘didn’t have time for me.’” I guess he had enough time for, Faith, who he had sex with later that night. Yeah, of course I was sad and hurt at first, but now I’m just pissed that I wasted so much time on him.
My phone buzzes on the bathroom counter breaking me from my thoughts.
Jessica: Are you ready yet?
Me: Almost. Five minutes.
I look at the girl staring back at me in the mirror. Normally I just try to look decent enough not to scare people, but tonight I’m going for hot. I left my long blonde hair down and decided to straighten it versus going with my natural wavy look. My eye shadow is a smoky grey and I applied so many coats of waterproof mascara I lost count. It helped to bring out my blue-green eyes so it was worth it. I pull down my little V-neck, black dress for about the tenth time since I put it on. How can girls wear dresses like this and still manage to function without flashing the whole world?
Another annoying buzz.
Jessica: Hurry up boo. We’re already late!!!!
Me: Chill. Walking out now.
“Mom, I’m leaving. See ya later,” I say as I peek into her room.
She smiles up from the book she’s reading. “Okay, sweetie. Have fun and be careful.”
My mom is the best. She
Similar Books
