Why Me?

Chapter 4••Revisited

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Cailea's POV:

"It's okay. I know. You need to calm down Cailea and tell me what happened. Can you please do that?" I nod in return and tell her everything from this morning to this very second.

"Oh he is so dead. Both of them I'll kill them both. You don't deserve this. Now come on we're going to go change your number and then we're going to get food because I'm gonna need some fuel for when I kick their asses." she says half sarcastically in attempt to cheer me up. I let out a light laugh which causes her to glance over at me and start to laugh along with me. She takes the car out of park and drives off. I feek like I'm actually going to be sick between what has happening with Calum Ashton and Jaxon, and Emily's reckelss driving.

"Em, would you mind slowing down, you know, just a teensy bit?" She snickers and drives faster down the road. I look around with my head out the window trying to get some fresh air, and spot a police car hidden in someone's driveway. As I had mentally predicted, they pull out of the and begin to drive after us. The lights and sirens turn on a second later and they continue to drive after us. We -of course- pull over and the cop pulls up behind us. Emily looks at me annoyed and rolls down her window.

"Hello miss, may I see your lisense and registation please?" He holds a hand out while Emily takes her ray bans off her face and places them messily on her head. She digs through her purse and the cop sighs impatiantly every now and then. Emily finds her wallet and gives him what he asks for. She looks up at him and taps my arm to look over and I do and we both gasp.

"Zach?" We both exlaim. He looks at us questioningly and then raises his eyebrows in realization.

"Emily! Cailea! How've you girls been?"

"I've been really good actually. Can't say the same for Cails right now though." She sucks in a sly breath nods back toward me, meeting my glare.

"Aw, why?" He leans down placing his arms on the edge of her window

"Well I could explain later, if you came to Emily's after work?" I suggest and he checks a notepad and then nods.

"But I will have to give you a couple tickets though Emily."

"Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. Tickets? Why?!" She said exaggerating the word out tickets

"Well one; for going 70 in a 50 zone, and two for being so beautiful." She blushes a bit at his comment but doesn't say another word. For the first time in I think years I heard Emily giggle. Like teenager gets to meet Justin Beiber giggle. He writes up two tickets as promised and hands them to her.

"Call me later. I'm done at 10:30." He smiles and walks back to his cruiser.

***

We finally arrive at Emily's house and I go upstairs and throw my bag or her bed.

"I'm changing into my suit then hopping in the hot tub for a bit. You coming?" I yell downstairs.

"You don't need to yell, I'm right here" She chuckles as she walks into her room over to her dresser.

"But yeah, I guess I could use a soak." She relpies walking over to help me tie the back of my bathing suit top because she obviously could see my failed and foolish attempt to do it myself.

"Get out I'm changing now." She says I bend my fingers into a cats claw and rawr at her. She glares at me but I walk out chuckling. I look at my phone and I have a dozen messages from Ashton and Jaxon. Some reading: 'Baby I messed up I'm sorry.' And some from Ashton saying: 'I really need you to answer me. We need to talk.' And everything in that area. I walk downstairs and Ginger -Emily's sheperd/lab- jumps up on me and I fall to the ground. I hit my head on the hardwood floors but Ginger -being the oversized puppy she was- just licks my face. I groan and sit up and Ginger continues to lick my face; her dog breath stinking up my air. I suck in a sharp breath as I touch the back of my head and find that it's tender and a bit wet. At this point all I can think is: 'What the hell?' I stare down at the floor behind me with my vision blurry, my head pounding and some crazy head rush. I begin to feel dizzy and sick. I've come to the conclusion that my head is bleeding so I slowly stand up and walk to the kitchen to get a cloth or paper towel to soak it up with. Ginger had run off leaving me alone in the long empty hallway. I make it about half way to the kitchen tripping and stumbling over my feet onto walls and I very clumsily fall down once again. I can hear some kind of footsteps running down the stairs and towards me.
"Emily" I moan softly.
"Oh my god, what the hell did you do?" She says rushing down the hall stopping to examine the small pool of blood on the ground and then following the trail of it on the walls from my fingers trailing the walls clumsily for support. She crouches down beside me and bends my head down and she examines the cut on my head. She tells me to stay still and she goes into the kitchen and comes back with a cloth and a bottle of disinfectant stuff. She cleans it up a bit- and let me be the first to say that it hurt like a bitch. Unintentionally, I throw up and I try not to get her but a little bit gets on her shin and foot and the floor around us.
"Ok, nausea..." She pauses and thinks for a few seconds. "Do you feel light headed or dizzy?" I nod. "How many fingers am I holding up?" I think its five. Or maybe its four. I don't know so I don't respond. My head gets droopy and my eyes gets heavy. She notices and the Grey's Anatomy certified doctor comes into play. "Okay you have to stay awake Cails. Do you hear me? STAY AWAKE!" She taps my cheek in attempt to keep me awake and presses the cloth to my head putting a tremendous amount of pressure on it and then picks me up and slides her sandals on her feet. Next thing I know is I'm in her car and she is trying to keep me awake and that is all I remember from that point. After that, my mind goes completely blank.

//: Uh oh! Looks like our Cailea is gonna have to go back to the ER. Thanks for reading. Lmk what u think! ❤❤ -Hannah:\\