Secrets

Chapter 6

"Is it okay with you to come to the hospital tomorrow?" Michael asked before they headed to work the next day.

I didn't have much of a choice here so I agreed.

I decided to go shopping, after watching Netflix for two hours. I had to buy some food and a couple of pens, notebooks for university.

The weather was awful today, so I put casual mom jeans, shirt and oversize hoodie. I grab my keys and left the apartment. I decided to take a bus to bigger shop so I could have more products to choose from.

After buying everything I wanted, I had yet to go to stationery shop so I googled the nearest one. My navigation showed me a shortcut so I was glad. It was supposed to take me only about ten minutes. I put my headphones and played some music. I walked into more quiet road.

I started thinking about tomorrow's doctor appointment. I knew that I was most likely healthy but still I was a little nervous, like everyone would be. I just hoped that Luke would calm down after this and stopped acting so overprotective. It was frustrating. I also didn't know how it'll look like. Would they only take my blood to be tested? Or would they check everything? How long will it take?

The longer I was thinking about it, the more anxious I was. I took some deep breaths and tried to take my mind off those thoughts. I looked around. The neighborhood was beautiful, the sun started to come out and I enjoyed it.

But it finished as soon as it started.

I could see the shop on the other side of the road. I look to left and right and started walking.

And it was my mistake.

In a second I could feel something hitting my body and knocking me to the ground. I rolled maybe two times on a road and stopped. The impact wasn't that hard, I still knew what was going on.

A car hit me.

Oh my fucking god.

As soon as I realised it, I was trying to get up. The driver from a car already was running to me. I sat up slowly to see if anything hurt me, but it didn't.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" A man in his thirties crouched in front of me. "Can someone call an ambulance?"

I looked around and people started to stopping by to see what was going on.

Oh no.

"I'm okay."

I tried to get up but he put his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place.

"I don't think you should stand up. There might be something wrong with you, there's blood all over you."

"I'm fine, really. I want to get up so let me go." I started to get angry.

My mind was a little blurry. I just wanted to get out of there.

The man let me go and help me stand up. He was looking at me with guilty and worried expression.

"The ambulance will be in five minutes!" Someone yelled from the crowd.

And I lost it. I didn't want it, everything was fine, nothing hurt. I could take care of my injuries at home. I quickly picked up my phone from the road. I didn't care about my groceries, I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could.

"I really think you should wait for doctor to get here." He said and I only looked at him before turning around and started walking to the nearest bus station.

I took out some tissues from my pocket and dried my face. There wasn't really much blood. Only on my right side of a forehead. I put my hood on not to scare people in a bus.

I could hear the ambulance, but before they stopped at the place, I was already on a bus. I took a sit and looked at my legs. My jeans were ripped in some places and I could see a little blood coming through.

I exhaled deeply.

My fucking luck.

I didn't know why I haven't stayed. I just panicked. But now I also had to hide it all from boys. And it was freaking me out.

After ten minute ride and a short walk I was in my apartment. I was glad it was only 1pm, so Mike and Ash was at work. I had some time to figure something out.

I sat on a couch to rest a little. And my whole body started hurting. I guess my level of adrenaline dropped so I started feeling like shit. I took of my clothes and threw them into a bin.

I had to take a shower to get rid of a blood. I went into my bathroom and looked at myself in a mirror.

I literally was about to cry. I looked terrible. Some of my hair was covered in blood, I had a dirt on my legs mixed also with blood and a gash on my forehead which was still bleeding. I started feeling dizzy and nosious.

I took a shower and felt a little better. I put shorts and a shirt on so I'd have an access to my injuries. I took first-aid kit from the kitchen to my room. The first thing I did was taking painkillers. Then I wrapped my legs in band-aids and decided to leave a gash open to "breath".

I changed into sweatpants and hoodie so guys wouldn't see me like that. I laid on a bed and my back faced the door so they wouldn't see my face also, if they would come in.

My body was so sore. I actually never felt so bad. I looked at my phone, I had to call Luke to tell him everything was okay. But I gasped when I saw it. It was shattered.

This day couldn't get any better.

Fortunately, my phone was still working, so I quickly texted Luke.

I was getting really tired and the best thing to do was sleep, so I took a nap.