Livia Dawn knew it was a bad idea to follow three guys, who were probably criminals, into the woods.
Mistake number 1...
Now, her once quiet life will consist of things she only read in her books. Secrets, Romance, conflict, and maybe, just maybe, s...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
~57~ Tw: SA
Colby
I woke up in the lab. Laying on a medical table, on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I felt weak, tired like I had been asleep for ages. I finally found the strength to move my head though. And when I did I saw Jake and Corey sitting in chairs talking and pointing at an iPad in Jake's hands. I had never seen them look so serious. Eyes hard, backs flexed, so efficient. Even the way their mouth moved.
I groaned, trying to push myself up with my hand but finding it in a splint. I had bandages here and there, over cuts and bruises. Then there was the one on my upper arm, the entire thing wrapped around my skin tightly. It stung, I realized.
The noise I made alerted Jake and Corey of my wake, and before I knew it they were by my side, hands on my shoulders to keep me still and from over excerpting myself. I coughed a little as they held me down and I resisted against them. My throat aches.
"Dude stop moving, you're not well," Jake said, grabbing me a water and handing it to me.
"I'm fine." I hold back the wince as I finally got to a sitting position.
"You have a fractured wrist, second-degree burns, and inhaled a shit load of smoke. Not to mention the bruises and scratches from the crash. You aren't fine." Corey crossed his buff arms, giving me a displeasing frown.
I ignored him, "Where's Sam where's-" I didn't finish. My body stilling as every ounce of pain I felt disappeared. The looks on their face, the horror I felt, all that had happened. Livia. Maurice. Tears sprang into my eyes, and the surprise on Jake and Corey's face when they saw them. They had never seen me cry. But I wasn't going to cry. Not now. I can't right now. I need to stay calm. So I sniffled the tears away.
"Shit, no." I stand up, eyes squeezing as I shifted my weight on my wrist and wobbled as my legs hit the ground.
"Dude!" both Jake and Corey said as they held me upright until I caught my balance.
"Where's Sam."
They released me, "You are stupid, you should be resting." Corey scolded.
"That get's us nowhere, where is Sam," I argued, and by the tone of my voice they replied as I saw fit.
"In the other room over. He's fine now but he won't be able to do anything for a few days. He's on hardcore meds." They followed me out of the room and into the next. My heart ached when I saw Sam. Bagged eyes, weak facial structures, holding Kats hand who was sat beside him. She saw me and frowned in disappointment. I couldn't blame her, I feel as horrible about it as she did. Maybe even worse. But we couldn't deal with this right now.
"Sam I-"
"Don't go apologizing, there's a bigger problem at hand than my crappy shoulder." His words slurred a bit, no doubt from the meds.
