Promise You Paradise

It was so fast, how the silence crept up on us. One second it was a full-blown conversation, teasing, loudness, but then we all fell silent. I dug my hands inside the pockets of my jeans and swayed backwards looking up at the sky. Our of the corner of my eye I could see Zacky checking his watch, Johnny digging for his phone, Jimmy throwing a glance towards the driveway, and Brian played with the car keys. It was obvious nobody wanted to be the first to question it. We knew the girls wouldn’t leave us hanging, and something in the air was very uncomfortable. I cleared my throat and the guys looked at me. “Maybe they lost their way…” I say, but something about it didn’t come off right, so I decide to go with something else. “They went home right, maybe their parents didn’t let them leave…” fuck that didn’t really help either. No text, or a call, or anything.

Brian dangled his keys louder. It hasn’t been that long, why were all worrying. I checked my own watch and licked my lower lips. Oh fuck it. “Let’s go get em!” I say and started marching towards Brian’s car. Jimmy ran passed me followed by Johnny who jumped in the back together, I reached the door just as Zacky jumped in next to Johnny. Brian and I fell on our seats at the same time and the next thing to fill the quiet was the car coming to life. The radio came alive, but I only noticed the flashing green light of the screen as we sped out of the parking space and sped down the road.

The first thing I saw was the lights of a police car. I heard someone in the back inhale sharply as Brian slowed down a little. The place seemed to be already clearing up, but the wreckage was still only pushed to the sideline and that’s where it was. Bailey’s car. Brian hit the brakes, my body went forward and I held myself against the dashboard. “Oh shit!” I heard myself murmur, before I pushed myself upward and started looking for a sign of any of them.

Jimmy leaned in. “No ambulances, I bet my left nut that they’re already at the hospital.”

Of course, why the fuck didn’t I think of that. “Hit the gas Bri!” I shout at him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked forward and sped off towards the direction of Huntington’s hospital.

“Did you see the car?” Johnny interjected. “That was some wreck”

“Shut up, Johnny” I cursed, like I wanted to fucking think about how badly the damn wreck was. I mean the worse it was, the worse the aftermath for the girls. I balled my hands into fists. If I wasn’t stuck in detention they wouldn’t have been around there. Once we reached the hospital, I was the first to run out of the car, shouting at them that I’ll get the details while they lock up. I burst through the front doors and went straight to information, asking about two girls who were in a car crash.

“The family is in the waiting room, and the girls are currently in operation.” The guys burst through the doors much like I did, not even a second later and bunched up near me. We headed to the waiting room and looked around. Honestly we didn’t have an ounce of a clue who the family members were. All I knew was that they were rather strict, but since there was only a pair sitting in a corner huddled near each other and then and old man with a little girl, we assumed it was the first pair.

“You go,” I said shoving Johnny forward.

“Why me?” he whispered, digging his hands further down into his pockets.

“Because you’re the most normal looking out of us, and also the saner one and that’s saying something.” I nudged him again. “All you got to do is ask them.”

Plus I couldn’t go there. What was I going to say? ‘Hey there, I’m Matt Sanders and my being in detention is the reason your daughters might be dying. So, yea, would you keep me up to date? I’ll be slamming my head against the concrete over there, k bye.’ I dug my hands back into my front pockets and chewed on my lower lip.

I watched as Johnny manned up and marched over to the couple, he spoke in a rush, he nodded and shook his head and then pointed towards us. I looked around at us, all wearing black and looking like typical movie-like rebellious drug-abusing, screw the rules types. Great first impression, but instead of being shunned away, Johnny called us over. I let the guys walk forward first, then I shuffled behind them. I let out a sigh, fuck, fuck, fuck, and more fuck!

Once the entire group reached Johnny introduced us and he was explaining how Bailey and Hailey were supposed to meet with us, but they were taking too long so we went looking for them when we saw the wreck. I winced a little as he said the word. I doubt the parents enjoyed the usage right now, and they were probably going to blame us for this. It wasn’t the guys’ fault. I had to… my thoughts were cut off by a female voice.

“What’s wrong?” I blinked and looked at the girls’ mother who was speaking to me, but lowered my eyes before stepping back.

“Uh, just all this, it wouldn’t be happening if I wasn’t in detention.” I don’t know why I even spoke that out loud. “Your daughters are excellent people, this is… this is my fault.”

The guys all inhaled sharply and I felt a hand land on my shoulder. “Dude no” it was Jimmy, who pulled me in a hug. “None of this is on you, it’s not on anybody’s”

“He’s right.” The mother spoke up. “Some truck was the other driver’s view. It was all an accident. Nobody’s really at fault here.” She patted the empty chair next to her. “You guys should take a seat, the operation might take a while. She had hit her head real badly.

A couple of hours passed before we could finally get a chance to see the girls, of course we let the parents go in first, until they gave us some sort of approval. I went straight to Bailey’s, she was still unconscious and according to the doctor, she might be for quite a long time. I moved the hair that clung to her forehead away and let my fingers slide down her cheek. She had a scar near her eye and her lips were swollen and bruised. They had to operate on her leg, mostly. I looked down and cringed. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt. I let out a sigh and sat in a chair near the corner next to the bed. If I could stay here all night, I would. “Fuck me” I murmured.

Notes

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