Alison Lawrence didn't know what having a tough life meant and had everything handed to her on a golden plate. Her life was immaculate with the perfect and caring boyfriend in it and a reign that mattered the world to her, both things she never want...
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A L I S O N
"We are almost there, Scott. Promise." Driving under pressure is probably one of the worst things ever, really. My heart is beating faster and faster ever since I left school in my car, my ex-boyfriend on the passenger seat.
He was posing as a tough guy but the moment I got in the street, he absolutely lost it. Scott lets out a loud gasp from time to time and I can tell he's agonizing, his breath more and more frantic. Fuck, a broken nose must hurt like hell.
It looks a bit swelled and the amount of blood that's noticeable despite his hand covering it is enough to make me feel sick.
"It's okay, Ali. You are doing well." His voice is faith, his yelps of pain making me urge to get to the hospital.
Did you need to this, Tristan?
"Hey, we are here. Go get help as I park, okay?" I say, my voice failing at the end as I stop in front of the emergency room. Scott nods at me and gets out of the car, heading to the entrance with blood on his lips and chin.
I lose no time in finding the nearest parking spot, grabbing my cellphone and purse before getting out of the car.
My breathes are dysregulated as I run to the main entrance, all types of thoughts going through my mind. Why did this have to happen?
Fuck, feelings later.
As I get to the front desk, I notice the ER is kind of empty which is good for Scott's injury. If there were lots of people, we would probably have to wait.
"Can you tell me where did they took a boy with a broken nose?" My voice tone is controlled to the situation but I bite my lip anxiously, trying my best to stay calm in front of the nurse.
It isn't just because of the broken nose but the whole fucking situation. It's nerve-wracking.
"He's in the minor procedure room but only family members can go pass this area, honey. I'm sorry," Her dark brown eyes show caring and she places her black curly lock behind her ear before giving me a form, "I need you to complete the patient's form with the maximum information you can, alright?"
All I do is a nod at her, my hands shaking a bit as I grab the piece of paper and pen. I need to get in there for Scott, just need to know how.
Instead of arguing with the lady in front of me, I decide to find a seat in the emergency waiting area, feeling the nurse analyze me all the way. I know she's just doing her job and that teenagers in an emergency room are never a good thing.
