The Titleless Story, chapter 10
*Trey's POV*
I was starting to fall asleep on the couch with Nikki when my phone went off. I looked at it and it was Lindsey. I ignored it, but answered it the second time she called.
"Hi Lindsey," I said tiredly into the phone.
"... Trey... I need you... to come get me... " I heard her say obviously crying. I shook Nikki awake and slowly started to get up.
"Why? What's the matter?" I asked now grabbing my keys.
"... It's Joey... he... he... "she said softly before bursting out crying. I grabbed Nikki's hand and pulled her outside.
"Hang on Lindsey, we're coming!" I yelled before I hung up and ran down the sidewalk. Nikki quickly stopped me as we saw a crying Lindsey in the center of the playground. I quickly ran over to her and held her close.
"What happened?" I asked her lifting her chin up. She had a cut on her chin. She looked past me and wiped the tears away.
"Frank came back, and he hurt Joey," she said as I helped her up. Nikki came running over and stood with her hand over her mouth.
"Where is he now?" I asked taking her hand. She looked up at me with worried eyes and slowly replied.
"... He's in the... hospital," she stuttered before falling into my arms and burst out crying again. I picked her up and Nikki helped me take her to the bench. Nikki called Brandon and Minni and soon after that, Brandon's car came speeding around the corner. As soon as it stopped they jumped out of the car and Brandon picked Lindsey up, holding her in a tight hug. Minni was crying her eyes out and Nikki was trying to hold hers back. We all jumped into the car and sped away to the hospital. Not knowing the condition of our missing member.
*Lindsey's POV*
We arrived a few minutes later. I was completely lost in this. A few hours earlier I was the luckiest girl in the world, and just like that, it was ruined. Trey gripped his hand tighter on mine when he saw my expression.
"How can I help you?" the lady behind the counter asked. Brandon was the first to answer.
"Our friend was admitted not to long ago, his name is Joey Larson," he replied being as calm as possible.
"Oh, are you family or friends?" she asked getting up behind her desk.
"Friends," Trey said firmly. The nurse frowned and then sat back down.
"Family," I said stepping forward, raising my left hand so she could see the ring. She gasped slightly and got up quickly yet again and led us to a family room where we were to wait for the doctor. The sound of silence fell upon us quickly and we stayed still until Brandon got up.
"I'm going to get a drink," he said before turning to leave. Minni quickly got up to follow him. I walked over to the window and stared at the horizon line. The sun was slowly starting to rise. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nikki and Trey leave. I leaned my arm against the window- sill and tilted my head against the window. I closed my eyes and everything from the past few hours played in my mind over and over again. Joey proposing, the swings, Frank showing up, and Joey's eyes staring at me before the ambulance doors closed. My somewhat perfect night out was ruined. My light red dress was ripped and scuffed at the bottom and the right strap was broken. I didn't even care that I was barefoot. I had abandoned my heels at the playground and couldn't care less. My eyeliner and mascara ran down my tear stained face. I opened my eyes back open at the sound of someone coming back in the room. It was Trey.
"Hey," he said walking over to me. I sighed and turned so I could face him. He led me over to the couch and held me close.
"Thank you so much Trey," I whispered into his shoulder.
"For what?" he asked laughing slightly.
"For being there for me," I said sitting up. I leaned back and lied down. I was so tiered and worn out. I couldn't even think strait. Trey covered me up with the blankets that we were given and kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room again.
I awoke to the sound of someone coming into the room. I looked up at the clock that was hung up above the door. 6:30 am. Damn, it's early. Brandon and Minni were cuddled up on the couch fast asleep, and Nikki was reading a magazine in the small loveseat towards the back of the room. Trey was right next to her filling out paperwork of some sorts. I sat up when I realized who it was. Minni opened her eyes and woke Brandon up. Trey looked up and Nikki dropped the magazine.
"We did all we could, but we can only wait now," the doctor said sitting down next to me. I looked down at the ring that was on my finger and let a few tears drop.
"For now, we will let one of you visit him." He said before getting up. I looked up at everyone and they nodded almost at the same time. I bit my lip as the doctor directed me to the room that Joey was in. I straitened myself out before entering the room. Everything was quiet and the lights were dim. The only thing I could hear was the sound of heart monitor beeping. I couldn't help but think this was going to be the last time I saw him. I sat in the chair that was next to him and let the tears run down my face. Somewhere in the depths in my heart, I felt responsible for this. I placed my arms on the side of the bed and put my head down. I let the tears flow and didn't even try to stop them.
Somewhere along my visit, I must have fallen asleep for a couple minutes, because I was scared out of my mind when I felt a hand on my arm. I slowly raised my head and saw Joey's eyes twinkling at me in the darkness. He had his hand on mine and was smiling weakly. I blinked slowly and put my other hand on his.
"I'm sorry," I slowly said looking down at the wound that was wrapped in gauze. He frowned and rubbed my hand affectionately.
"... No," he said softly. "It's not you fault," I could tell by the sound in his voice that he was in pain. "Don't ever think that Lindsey," he said gripping my hand tightly. I smiled weakly and closed my eyes to keep the tears back.
"Come here," he whispered, I opened my eyes and stood up. He smiled and closed his eyes. "Give me a kiss pwease," he said with a kiddie voice. I couldn't help but laugh at him. As my laughter slowly subsided, I leaned over gave him a gentle kiss. I was a little surprised when he raised his hand and held my head against his. He wasn't strong enough though, as I broke away from our short game of tonsil hockey and put his arm down.
"Shame on you Mr. Larson," I laughed. He smiled and held my hand.
"Thanks for being here, Mrs. Larson," he said quietly and closed his eyes smiling. I blushed at the last thing he said. I raised my hand and looked at the ring that he placed on my finger not to long ago. I smiled and gave him another kiss before leaving for the night.
"Nice ass," I heard him say before I left. I shook my head and giggled before closing the door.
"At least he's still himself," I said to myself walking down the hallway.
***
Joey was to stay in the hospital for another week until he was strong enough to walk. Trey was forcing me to stay home and catch up on my sleep. I was so stressed and paranoid at what would happen if he didn't make it. I looked up at the clock and it read 1:35 am. Recently I found it odd to be sleeping by my self. I bit my lip and sat up in bed. I looked around my room and sighed. It just didn't feel right not having Joey by my side. I lied back down and stared up at the ceiling. I thought about how lonely he must feel without us being there with him. I closed my eyes and let a few tears go. My eyes shot open at the sound of the front door being opened.
"It's probably Trey," I thought aloud. Every once and a while, he would come and check up on me to see if I was all right. I sighed and rolled over so I wasn't facing the door. I didn't really feel like talking to him. It seemed like he was having trouble or something because it took him a while to get upstairs. I heard my door creek open and close, darkening my room even more. He probably thought I was asleep, so I pretended to be. I heard him take a deep breath and then the other side of my bed sink. Obviously, he wasn't lying down, but he was kneeling beside me. I rolled my eyes at how much he cared about me, but didn't even know how light of a sleeper I was. I rolled over so I could face him, but nearly lost my breath at the sight of Frank.
I was starting to fall asleep on the couch with Nikki when my phone went off. I looked at it and it was Lindsey. I ignored it, but answered it the second time she called.
"Hi Lindsey," I said tiredly into the phone.
"... Trey... I need you... to come get me... " I heard her say obviously crying. I shook Nikki awake and slowly started to get up.
"Why? What's the matter?" I asked now grabbing my keys.
"... It's Joey... he... he... "she said softly before bursting out crying. I grabbed Nikki's hand and pulled her outside.
"Hang on Lindsey, we're coming!" I yelled before I hung up and ran down the sidewalk. Nikki quickly stopped me as we saw a crying Lindsey in the center of the playground. I quickly ran over to her and held her close.
"What happened?" I asked her lifting her chin up. She had a cut on her chin. She looked past me and wiped the tears away.
"Frank came back, and he hurt Joey," she said as I helped her up. Nikki came running over and stood with her hand over her mouth.
"Where is he now?" I asked taking her hand. She looked up at me with worried eyes and slowly replied.
"... He's in the... hospital," she stuttered before falling into my arms and burst out crying again. I picked her up and Nikki helped me take her to the bench. Nikki called Brandon and Minni and soon after that, Brandon's car came speeding around the corner. As soon as it stopped they jumped out of the car and Brandon picked Lindsey up, holding her in a tight hug. Minni was crying her eyes out and Nikki was trying to hold hers back. We all jumped into the car and sped away to the hospital. Not knowing the condition of our missing member.
*Lindsey's POV*
We arrived a few minutes later. I was completely lost in this. A few hours earlier I was the luckiest girl in the world, and just like that, it was ruined. Trey gripped his hand tighter on mine when he saw my expression.
"How can I help you?" the lady behind the counter asked. Brandon was the first to answer.
"Our friend was admitted not to long ago, his name is Joey Larson," he replied being as calm as possible.
"Oh, are you family or friends?" she asked getting up behind her desk.
"Friends," Trey said firmly. The nurse frowned and then sat back down.
"Family," I said stepping forward, raising my left hand so she could see the ring. She gasped slightly and got up quickly yet again and led us to a family room where we were to wait for the doctor. The sound of silence fell upon us quickly and we stayed still until Brandon got up.
"I'm going to get a drink," he said before turning to leave. Minni quickly got up to follow him. I walked over to the window and stared at the horizon line. The sun was slowly starting to rise. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nikki and Trey leave. I leaned my arm against the window- sill and tilted my head against the window. I closed my eyes and everything from the past few hours played in my mind over and over again. Joey proposing, the swings, Frank showing up, and Joey's eyes staring at me before the ambulance doors closed. My somewhat perfect night out was ruined. My light red dress was ripped and scuffed at the bottom and the right strap was broken. I didn't even care that I was barefoot. I had abandoned my heels at the playground and couldn't care less. My eyeliner and mascara ran down my tear stained face. I opened my eyes back open at the sound of someone coming back in the room. It was Trey.
"Hey," he said walking over to me. I sighed and turned so I could face him. He led me over to the couch and held me close.
"Thank you so much Trey," I whispered into his shoulder.
"For what?" he asked laughing slightly.
"For being there for me," I said sitting up. I leaned back and lied down. I was so tiered and worn out. I couldn't even think strait. Trey covered me up with the blankets that we were given and kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room again.
I awoke to the sound of someone coming into the room. I looked up at the clock that was hung up above the door. 6:30 am. Damn, it's early. Brandon and Minni were cuddled up on the couch fast asleep, and Nikki was reading a magazine in the small loveseat towards the back of the room. Trey was right next to her filling out paperwork of some sorts. I sat up when I realized who it was. Minni opened her eyes and woke Brandon up. Trey looked up and Nikki dropped the magazine.
"We did all we could, but we can only wait now," the doctor said sitting down next to me. I looked down at the ring that was on my finger and let a few tears drop.
"For now, we will let one of you visit him." He said before getting up. I looked up at everyone and they nodded almost at the same time. I bit my lip as the doctor directed me to the room that Joey was in. I straitened myself out before entering the room. Everything was quiet and the lights were dim. The only thing I could hear was the sound of heart monitor beeping. I couldn't help but think this was going to be the last time I saw him. I sat in the chair that was next to him and let the tears run down my face. Somewhere in the depths in my heart, I felt responsible for this. I placed my arms on the side of the bed and put my head down. I let the tears flow and didn't even try to stop them.
Somewhere along my visit, I must have fallen asleep for a couple minutes, because I was scared out of my mind when I felt a hand on my arm. I slowly raised my head and saw Joey's eyes twinkling at me in the darkness. He had his hand on mine and was smiling weakly. I blinked slowly and put my other hand on his.
"I'm sorry," I slowly said looking down at the wound that was wrapped in gauze. He frowned and rubbed my hand affectionately.
"... No," he said softly. "It's not you fault," I could tell by the sound in his voice that he was in pain. "Don't ever think that Lindsey," he said gripping my hand tightly. I smiled weakly and closed my eyes to keep the tears back.
"Come here," he whispered, I opened my eyes and stood up. He smiled and closed his eyes. "Give me a kiss pwease," he said with a kiddie voice. I couldn't help but laugh at him. As my laughter slowly subsided, I leaned over gave him a gentle kiss. I was a little surprised when he raised his hand and held my head against his. He wasn't strong enough though, as I broke away from our short game of tonsil hockey and put his arm down.
"Shame on you Mr. Larson," I laughed. He smiled and held my hand.
"Thanks for being here, Mrs. Larson," he said quietly and closed his eyes smiling. I blushed at the last thing he said. I raised my hand and looked at the ring that he placed on my finger not to long ago. I smiled and gave him another kiss before leaving for the night.
"Nice ass," I heard him say before I left. I shook my head and giggled before closing the door.
"At least he's still himself," I said to myself walking down the hallway.
***
Joey was to stay in the hospital for another week until he was strong enough to walk. Trey was forcing me to stay home and catch up on my sleep. I was so stressed and paranoid at what would happen if he didn't make it. I looked up at the clock and it read 1:35 am. Recently I found it odd to be sleeping by my self. I bit my lip and sat up in bed. I looked around my room and sighed. It just didn't feel right not having Joey by my side. I lied back down and stared up at the ceiling. I thought about how lonely he must feel without us being there with him. I closed my eyes and let a few tears go. My eyes shot open at the sound of the front door being opened.
"It's probably Trey," I thought aloud. Every once and a while, he would come and check up on me to see if I was all right. I sighed and rolled over so I wasn't facing the door. I didn't really feel like talking to him. It seemed like he was having trouble or something because it took him a while to get upstairs. I heard my door creek open and close, darkening my room even more. He probably thought I was asleep, so I pretended to be. I heard him take a deep breath and then the other side of my bed sink. Obviously, he wasn't lying down, but he was kneeling beside me. I rolled my eyes at how much he cared about me, but didn't even know how light of a sleeper I was. I rolled over so I could face him, but nearly lost my breath at the sight of Frank.
