The Own Goal ✔️

Part 95

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JACK'S POV
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I finish my call with Chelsea and I'm feeling a lot better.
I'd asked her what I need to do for her to say yes if I asked her to marry me again. She'd laughed and told me to watch back the footage from the security camera and told me to just be sober. I'd told her I hadn't felt that drunk......
'oh god Jack, please you've got to watch it back' she'd laughed.

I hear my name being called behind me.
Fuck sake it's Tessa.
"How long you been there?"

"Long enough" she takes a few steps closer and looks down, "I'm not a deranged slag, that wasn't nice to say that"

"Ya kinda are though, a normal girl wouldn't tell a bloke she's only just met that she's desperate to suck his cock"

"Hmmmm, I still think if I'd just started kissing you you wouldn't have stopped me"

I laugh "and you think ya ain't deranged?"

"Would you have stopped me?"

I look at her and I honestly, hand on heart think I would have. "Yeah, I love Chelsea more than anythin' y'know"

"Anyway" Tessa stares at me "we are ready to go, I actually came over to say I'm sorry"

"Ha, that didn't go well did it?"

"Look, I've sobered up a bit, can we just like forget it?"

"Yeah whatever" I tell her as I reluctantly get up and follow her back across the road to the car.

She stumbles in her stupid pink high heeled shoes a bit, I grab her arm to stop her proper stacking it.
"Fuck sake c'mon! Wot ya wearin' fuckin' Barbie shoes for!?" I moan.
We start crossing the road.

It sounds like the lads are arguing now, I seriously can't be arsed with this, I'm certain my days of holidays with the lads are over, I'd much rather be building a sandcastle with Mia somewhere.
We cross the first bit of the road, it's actually three lanes with a small pavement after the first lane.

"What they arguing about?" Tessa screeches as she strolls off to them.

I hear it before I see it.

The engine that's revving too hard.
Then the music pumping too loud.

"Fuck sakes!!" Tessa wails as she almost  stacks it again.

Shit, it's going to hit her.

"TESSA!!!" a girls voice screams.

She stumbles as the tyres screech......it's trying to steer around her.

I rush next to her, and I shove her out of the way as the car loses control and heads right at us.

There's a moment of silence.
I don't actually feel anything, but I know I'm fucked,
I'm totally fucked.
It's like flying through the air after a tackle, but faster, harder.
Then the ground hits even harder.
My body lands before my head.

The sounds come back.
All at once.
Screeching tyres, the engine.
A girl screaming over and over.
A man screaming my name.

Then my head lands and I see Chelsea's face.

Then nothing.

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Chelsea's POV
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I can't get my head around all this.
We're sat in a small private waiting room in the hospital waiting for news.
Me, Karen, Kevin and Ed the Spanish Manchester city Dr that the club sent with us, both for their own medical assessment and to translate for us.