Brian

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“You’re blonde?” I asked the girl from the bar as I went back into my room, and her eyebrows furrowed together.

“You just [i]now[/i] noticed?” she asked.

“You know, I’m having second thoughts, I’m more into girls with purple hair. So if you could kindly put your shirt back on, and leave,” I asked calmly.

“I need money for a cab,” she said adopting a rude tone as she put on her shirt.

“Bitch, I saw you chugging down those Vodkas, so don’t try to tell me you’re anywhere near broke,” I said, leaning against the doorway, waiting for her to leave.

“You’re such an asshole,” she said as she grabbed her bag, and made sure to shoulder me in the chest as she passed me. I swear, my whole apartment rattled as she slammed my front door. I went to my fridge, grabbing a few beers, and sitting down on the couch. That’s what I did all night. I sat in the darkness of my living room on my couch, drinking beer.

“So let’s talk,” I heard Payden’s enraged voice and the front door close roughly, “Fair warning, though, I don’t know what to say to you, so you’ll be doing all of the talking,” it was morning now, a new day. The day after her walking in on me and the random girl from the bar, and the day after I almost lost her forever.

“I felt reject-“ I started, but she cut me off.

“You felt rejected, so you went out to hurt me on purpose,” she asked harshly, pain obvious on her face.

“It was stupid, I know, but I wasn’t thinking at the time,” I couldn’t come to fighting with her, so I’d just let her yell at me. I had been beating myself up all night for fucking everything up.

“So you’re saying that in the case that we were together, if you got mad-“ she started but this time I cut her off, and stood up.

“Listen, I may be one of the biggest and cockiest assholes in this world, and I can be a little stupid at times too, but I know my boundaries, and did you ever stop to think that maybe I had my own set of morals,” I said, “honestly, you’ve known me since we were kids, when have you even known me to cheat on somebody I’m with,” I gave her a second to reply, but she didn’t, “exactly. That’s because I only go out with girls that I really like. But I don’t like you, Payden. I love you; do you think I’d honestly do anything intentionally to hurt you if you were mine?” I had honestly planned to let her just yell at me, but I couldn’t take it. I stared at her intently as she slowly walked over to me, and wrapped her arms around my torso. I wrapped my own arms around her shoulders, and I held her to me tightly, like I couldn’t let her go, “I’m sorry,” I whispered, and I could feel her back twitch every time she sobbed. I felt like so much shit for doing this to her, this was my fault.

She pulled away from me, and I was able to see the tears running down her face, “You can’t do anything like that to me ever again,” she managed to say between her sobs, and I nodded quickly, wiping away her tears with both of my thumbs, and then her lips were on mine. It was the best feeling in the world, and I knew I could do this forever.

“I love you,” she said, and I thought my heart stopped for a second.

“I love you, too,” I replied.

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Zacky

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“So you’re not going to tell me how you really hit your head?” I asked Saleigh, and she shook her head, “Awesome. We’re not even married yet and you’re already keeping shit from me,” my anger flustered.

“I want to tell you, Zacky, really I do, but I’m keeping this secret for Payden. It’s got nothing to do with you and I’m not doing anything behind your back, I promise. But like I said, it’s for Payden, so please just give me a break. I really don’t need this,” she said, and it didn’t calm me down at all.

“So what the fuck [i]do[/i] you need? You haven’t told me [i]anything[/i] lately, and honestly, it’s gotten a little bit irritating. By a little bit, I mean a lot bit,” I cleared up, and she rolled her eyes.

“Have fun on the couch,” she said, getting up from the couch.

“Actually, I think I’ll go have fun at Johnny’s,” I said, watching her walk up the stairs as I balled my fists.

“Then leave,” she said as she stood at the top of the stairs, and didn’t look back.

“You know what, forget Johnny’s. I still have Becca’s number somewhere,” I brought up an ex girlfriend I had when me and Saleigh took a break, something I don’t think she’s really forgiven me for, and I instantly regretted saying it.

“Get the fuck out,” she growled, and I started going up the stairs to apologize, and she turned around, “Don’t go up one other fucking step. I said Get. The. Fuck. Out,” she had venom in her voice, and I did as she said, grabbing my car keys on my way out the front door. I drove over to Johnny’s house and an extreme speed, not noticing my eyes being blinded by a bright white light.

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Saleigh

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My phone started ringing, and I assumed it was Zacky, but the Caller ID said it was Johnny, meaning it was probably actually Zacky. I pressed talk, starting to yell at him, “HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU, ZACKA-,”

“Dude, calm your tits,” Johnny said, sounding frightened, “it’s not Zacky, and luckily I never will be. I was actually calling to ask if he even left the house.”

“About three hours ago, did he not show up?” I asked, not sure whether to be worried unless something happened to him, or pissed in the case that maybe he lied to me.

“No, he didn’t. He called me telling me he was coming right over, so I was thinking that maybe he fixed things up with you and forgot to tell me, or maybe something happened,” he said.

“Or he took a little detour…” I said, more to myself.

“No, Say. I don’t think he stopped by anybody’s house. He told me he was coming RIGHT over. He would have told me if it was going to take more than an hour, and it’s been three,” he said.

“Oh my god…what if he’s hurt,” I immediately got up from my bed, searching for clothes in the dark, then thinking that maybe it would be more effective if I turned on a light. Then a thought came to me. I’d rather him cheat on me then him being hurt, because if he was okay but still cheated on me, then I could kill him with my own fucking hands.

“I’m going to call the other guys to see if they’ve heard from him, you try to get a hold of him, and if you can’t, call the cops,” he said, and I nodded, and then remembered he couldn’t see me.

“Alright, text me if you hear anything,” I instructed, and he agreed, and then we said a few quick goodbyes before hanging up. I found Zacky in my recent calls and started calling his phone like fucking crazy, and he hadn’t picked up any calls. I was about to call the police when I got a call from a number I recognized as the hospital. I instantly picked up, hoping it was about Zacky, and also hoping that he was okay.

“Hello,” I said a little too quickly, and a lot too loud.

“Yes, Ms. Vaughn? This is Dr. Litner. I preformed your head operation not too long ago. I have to ask you to come into my office immediately. It’s urgent,” he said.

“What is it,” I asked, already pulling on my shoes.

“It’s about a Mr. Zackary Baker. You’re listed as his first emergency contact, and I’ve got some more news for you, which could be either good or bad, depending on how you’ll take it,” he said, and I only hoped I wouldn’t have a heart attack on the way over to the hospital. He gave me his office number and the floor it was on, and I was in my car, speeding down the highway. I parked by the emergency entrance, and ran around to the front, where I quickly found the doctor’s office. I knocked loudly before I heard him tell me to come in, and I did not hesitate.

I opened the door, and he motioned for me to sit down in one of the brown leather chairs in front of his big oak desk, and it did not look comfortable at all, “Ms. Vaughn, how well do you know Mr. Baker,” he asked, looking though a file.

“We’re engaged, why?” I asked, and I can’t say I wasn’t worried, because I couldn’t feel any other emotion right now.

“To figure out how badly you’re going to take this. Mr. Baker was in a horrible car accident-“

“Is he okay?” I interrupted, and he put his hand up to shut me up.

“Mr. Baker is currently in the Intense Care Unit. He’s got a few bad burns, a few broken ribs, and head trauma. He’s currently in a state of a coma, but we’re sure he’s going to come out of it,” he said, and it was barely reassuring.

“Are you sure you’re not just saying that,” I said, forcing the words out.

“No. While he does have some head trauma, it was minor. The majority of his damage is his body, which all can heal within the next few months. I assure you he’ll be okay,” he said, and my breathing was in the process of going back to normal.

“When do you think he’ll wake up,” I asked, already knowing that I’ll be spending every day in this hospital by his bed, waiting for him to wake up, all words from our fight earlier gone, because I know he didn’t mean them, that they were only words from his temper.

“We’re not sure, but soon, hopefully. We’ll be moving him into a room within the week where he’ll be assigned to nurses and have a schedule going, and of course you’ll be informed as soon as he wakes up.

“No…I’ll be here when he wakes up. I won’t be leaving his side,” I told him, and he nodded his head.

“Alright, now for something else-“ My phone went off, signaling I was getting a call.

“One second,” I held up my index finger at the doctor, and hit accept as I stepped out of the office to take Johnny’s call.

“What’s going on? Did you get a hold of him?” Johnny asked, worried.

“He was in a bad car accident. The hospital called me, and he’s in a coma, but the doctor said it’s not serious head trauma and he should be awake sometime soon. He’s also got a few broken ribs and a lot of bad bruises,” I told him what the doctor told me.

“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you,” Johnny said.

“No, I’m not, and I’m still at the doctor’s office, if you’d like to talk to him,” I said, kind of irritated that he didn’t believe me, because believe it or not, I don’t like talking about how the man I’m marrying soon currently can’t wake up.

“Sorry,” he said, and I calmed down a little bit.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m just kind of losing it right now, and he’s got yet more news for me, so I should probably head back in,” I told him.

“Alright, call me tomorrow and tell me what all’s going on, and I’ll tell everybody what’s up,” he said.

“Okay, bye,” I said.

“Bye,” we hung up, and I went back into the office, sitting down.

“Alright, what’s this other news,” I asked.

“Well, I don’t know if this is news to you or not, but I thought I’d tell you just to make sure, anyways, but you’re pregnant.”

©Shannon.

Notes

I like to fuck with her. :3

xoxo, Shannon.