Fast Cars, Fast Women, and Cheap Drinks: Part 16
Title: Fast Cars, Fast Women, and Cheap Drinks
Pairing: Demi Lovato&&Selena Gomez
Rating: T
Part: 16 of 20
Disclaimer: This is a work of my own mind, and reflects nothing of the actual lives of the included real life characters. In other words, this is for fun, don't sue me!
Summary: "My words have a sharper edge than hers did and I can almost see her wince as my voice carries over to her."
NOTE: The beginning of this chapter will be in Selena’s view and about a quarter of the way through, it’ll change to Demi’s. It was just the way I needed things to work. Hope you enjoy! :D
Just another little side note: I listened to Requiem for a Dream (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2Ma4BvMUwU) on repeat while I was writing this and it might set the mood for reading this chapter.
A rush of cold air and the lack of a warm body behind me force me to open my eyes. Even in the blur of the dark night and the drowsiness from my sleep, I can make out Demi’s shape across the room.
Words slur out when I realize that Demi is not simply going to the bathroom but pulling on her jeans and rummaging around for her purse. “Dem, where- ugh- where are you going?”
The brunette doesn’t bother looking up. No, she doesn’t feel that I deserve such a courtesy and favors me with a short one word response. “Race.”
The cutting edge of her voice isn’t lost on me but I turn to look at the clock, eyes squinting at the neon colored lights to make sense of the shapes. “Did we really just sleep the whole day?”
This time, the other girl shows no signs of even acknowledging my question and confused, I pull myself up. “Demi.”
My words have a sharper edge than hers did and I can almost see her wince as my voice carries over to her. Her hands falter in lacing her boots but soon resume their work.
“Demi, I’m talking to you.”
“I’m not deaf, so get the hint through your dense skull.” She spits out hatefully.
Taken aback, I blink several times, trying to get my mouth to form any sort of response. But the truth is her reply had hurt and again I probed, gentler this time. “Demi, please come back to bed. I’m sorry.”
All I can hear is a soft sigh in response but the actions signaling the other girl’s departure continue on as I sit helplessly.
“If I did something wrong, I could always learn and-“ I start, hoping to deter Demi when I’m unexpectedly cut off.
“Listen, Gomez. This is what I do. I fuck and then I leave. I don’t stay to cuddle or to spoon with people. Hell, I don’t stay at all.”
The words catch in my throat as my chest constricts and I try to choke out the words but the tears stream down my cheeks as denial courses through my veins.
“But what about us?” I manage to whisper.
Soft brown eyes flicker with guilt and a temporary wave of relief washes over me until the guilt passes, allowing a hardened look of disgust to take its place.
“You need to realize that this,” She pauses to signal between us, “was just a challenge to me. You played hard to get. I got you. It’s over. I don’t know what you thought this was going to be but you shouldn’t delude yourself now. I wanted you. I fucked you. And now? It’s time for me to find another slut to fuck.”
Demi finishes off with a roll of her eyes, standing straight and moving purposefully out the door of my room. Scrambling off the bed, I move quickly behind her, tugging the sheets along with me to wrap around my bare body. I grab a hold of her wrist just before she can reach the front door, pulling her back against me and crashing my body into hers.
“Please don’t leave me. Please don’t do this race. I just- please Demi- don’t go. Don’t break my heart. I- I love you.”
I hadn’t meant to say those words. They snuck past my lips but at the look of regret in Demi’s eyes, I decide that I mean them with every bit of my being. I grab the back of her neck and pull the brunette in for a searing kiss, letting the sheet drop between us as I put every bit of feeling into that kiss.
I couldn’t let her leave. She had to have felt this too. There’s no way she doesn’t love me back.
For a brief moment, she moves her lips against mine but before I’m given enough time
to settle into the kiss, I’m shoved backwards gently.
The regret is gone. Every trace of it removed from her eyes. Contempt is what I’m forced to look at. Disgust is what I must hear.
“This is who I am. This is who I will always be. Deal with it.”
And before I can say another word, the door clicks closed and it’s almost as if I’ve been shot.
The pain burns through my body, igniting each cell and drowning it in intense agony. I clutch at the sheet, pulling it up and around my shaking body to hide the feeling of exposure and to lessen the one of violation.
Suddenly, my eyes shoot open and I rush upstairs, getting dressed in the remnants of last night strewn across the floor.
In a hurry, I grab my bag and the keys, nearly sprinting out the door.
As my car beeps, signaling the unlocking of its doors, my gaze is hardened with a steely resolve.
I will not let this one get away.
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DEMI'S POINT OF VIEW:
The asphalt whizzes underneath the spinning wheels and I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. Taking the familiar turns, I pull into the long stretch of road and the cheering fans.
Focus.
A knock on my window pulls me out of my thoughts and I roll the tinted glass down to hand the unmarked bills to the waiting man.
“So Lovato, you ready to take on Trace aga-“ He starts, cut off by glass barrier I put between us again. There’s another knock that I refuse acknowledge before he gets the hint and walks away, much more interested in collecting the money from the other drivers.
A glance at the time confirms that the race has another twenty minutes to start, enough to mingle with old friends.
Not tonight though.
Tonight was different.
Tonight was devastating.
She loves me.
The thought shakes my body to the core and that same deep longing returns. The same feeling that urges me to run back to her. Climb in to bed beside her and hold her until we’re both old and gray.
And then the small voice returns, the one piping up in the back of my head.
“You love her back,” It mocks. “Run back to her,” It taunts.
So why don’t I?
The answer is there before I can even finish asking myself the question. She wasn’t right for me. I wasn’t myself around her. I don’t falter. I don’t feel. I don’t get attach. And Demi Lovato certainly doesn’t cuddle.
But that’s just what had happened when I had woken up earlier, hadn’t it?
Frustrated, I lash out at the steering wheel only to have the windshield wipers angrily swipe across the glass. I let out an audible groan, returning the lever to its correct position and dropping my head against the steering wheel.
If there was one thing I had learned since I had left home, it was to never fall in love. Cuddling was the first sign that that was occurring. It was the reason I had bolted from Selena’s house with the excuse of this race.
Now it was only the small obstacle of avoiding the girl until she had moved on.
Until I moved on.
I shake my head as soon as the thought enters my head. I didn’t need to move on.
There was nothing to move on from. She was another conquest. That was all she was.
That was all she’d ever be.
I wasn’t going to be stupid enough to fall for her.
I wasn’t going to fall for her.
I wasn’t falling for her.
I couldn’t be.
A loud honk interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see the sleek black vehicle
blocking my way. The window rolls down, revealing a bruised male Cyrus leering in my direction.
I roll my window down as well, knowing full well that talking to the man from a distance was much more desirable than having him make his way to my car.
“What do you want, ass?” I retort, rolling my eyes in annoyance.
“Just wondering if you’re ready for an ass-whooping, Lovato. I’m here for payback.” Trace spits out, letting out a maniacal laugh before speeding off to the line.
A second glance at the time proves that it’s indeed time for the start of the race and I quickly move my car in line with the others.
I clench my eyes shut, expelling out a long sigh, and with it, all thoughts of Selena.
Racing was what I did best and I’d be damned if I lost to Cyrus.
Opening my eyes, I feel the familiar sense of calmness that always came to me before a game.
Smirking, the thrill of the speed promised to come soon engages the adrenaline to run through each of cell of my body.
I regrip the wheel, pushing down on the gas pedal and letting my car lurch forward a bit.
This is who I was meant to be.
The woman dressed in scantily clad clothing walks through the lane of cars to the front, holding a checkered flag in one hand and an air horn in the other.
This is who I always will be.
The flag waves in the air, dancing in the wind and I’m poised in the perfect position, prepared to lunge at a second’s notice.
This is who I am.
The air horn blast, coupled with the lowering of the flag, hits my senses and I charge forward immediately, taking the lead as I always did.
The roar of the crowd and the scenery rushing past is lost on me.
I know only my car.
I know only myself.
A glance in the rearview mirrors reaffirms my suspicions as Trace’s black Charger comes into view.
A rush of memories hit me all at once. Selena’s punch to Trace. Her jests at his horse-like similarities. The night she saved my life.
“Fuck, Lovato! Get yourself under control,” I snap at myself.
The thoughts cease and I inch the car’s speed up a little bit, wary of the merge into the regular streets. It was late and not many cars would be out at the time but this was one of the most dangerous points in the race. The turn was nearly blind and if you pulled your car into it at the wrong time, there was almost always a fatal result.
I lift my boot up, releasing the pressure on the accelerator for a split second as my car charges through the intersection, safely making it through the merging point.
My gaze shoots up to the rearview mirror, blinded immediately.
Cursing underneath my breath, I move the mirror, “Fucking bastard.” Trace had turned on his high lights effectively blinding me.
Coming into the first turn of the race, I alternate from the accelerator to the brake and back, drifting smoothly through the curve.
With the second turn immediately following, I hit the brake again, only to find Trace in the way. Scrambling, I floor the accelerator and pull out ahead, nearly missing the massive Charger.
A loud roar catches my attention and I glance to the right, not even the slightest surprised to see Trace advancing ahead.
This road was a familiar one to me and I increase the pressure on the accelerator, pushing my car further ahead. Trace wastes no time in pushing his car as well.
I readjust my rearview mirror and curse loudly under my breath. Trace’s idiotic move allowed the other drivers to catch up and coming up was the only intersection where I could get ahead.
Leaning over, I flip a small switch to turn on the screen. Glancing down, I make a quick assessment and upon seeing a car heading towards the intersection I make the decision.
It was dangerous but a guaranteed way to win the race. I close my eyes briefly, fully aware that I needed to put at least another ten yards between me and the other cars. My gaze shoots to the small button installed underneath the steering wheel and back to the road. The pedal is pushed to the floor and my hand flicks out to push the button, slamming my body backwards as the nitrous oxide gives my car the necessary speed.
Everything else is silenced as the needle on the speedometer pushes to a dangerous number. Still, the pressure on the gas is relentless and another glance at the screen shows that I’m in the perfect position and right on time.
I take my last breath and hold it in, well aware that the next move required exact precision. The red light up ahead glares at me and I almost falter in my decision. Unexpectedly Selena’s face invades my thoughts, but I push her out immediately and speed through the light, swerving to the left to avoid the car that I knew would be there.
I can hear the screech of their breaks, the honking of the racers behind.
I glance in the mirror, with a victorious smirk on my face when the car I had trapped catches my eye.
Eyes widen and I swerve the car in a dangerous u-turn and swerve to a screeching halt, my breath caught in my throat.
It couldn’t be.
As the first racer makes impact with the car, my heart stops. The blue Mustang flies backwards from the impact and directly in line with Trace’s car who rams the driver’s side with enough force to shatter the windows. By the third car, I can hear screaming. The remaining cars manage to swerve around the wreckage but the damage is done.
I scramble out of the car, bolting towards the massive wreck, the screaming still ringing in my ear. I can’t see the driver’s door. I can’t see the driver, can’t even find a way to get to the driver. Trace’s car is sandwiched between the Mustang and another charger. A girl falls out from the driver’s seat of the charger, hair bloodied and a fresh laceration above her forehead.
“Oh- Oh my god.”
She pauses for a moment before hurrying over to my side and taking a hold of my shoulder. “Shhhh…stop screaming.”
The bloodcurdling scream stops suddenly, and I realize that it had been me all along. Gripping a hold of her shirt, I glance up at the girl desperately, “Listen, I need your help…”
“Beth,” She fills in quickly, wringing her hands in nervousness.
“Get in your car and back up. Call the police and tell them we need ambulances. Tell them there’s been a huge accident.”
The girl quickly springs to action and I can hear a loud roaring in the background. I move shakily towards Trace’s car, prying open the door and pulling the bloodied man out from the driver’s seat. Another driver, sprints towards me and takes the weight from my hands, pulling Trace off to the side of the road.
A loud scraping sound quiets everyone’s confused murmuring as Beth pulls her car away from the wreckage. I climb into Trace’s car and quickly put it into neutral so I can push it back.
The mangled wreckage left of the car breaks my heart.
“Holy fuck.”
Megan stands behind me, eyes wide and skin pale, her girlfriend reaching to tightly grip her hand.
Dropping to my knees, I grip the handle of the door and pull with all my strength. The creaking of the broken metal pierces the quiet air when the door gives way as everyone looks on with bated breath.
A strangled sob escapes my lips as I brush aside the blood-matted hair aside and cup the unconscious driver’s face.
“Selena…”
A/N: Don’t hate me. I had to do it! So there was a little bit of confusion with the last chapter. We’re only on part 16. There are four more parts to this story unless I have to extend the story for another chapter or two. Anywhoooo, I’m on break for the next four months and bored out of my mind so I’ll be posting things much more regularly. I have a deadline for this story just because I need to get this finished so I can write this new fic for Glee that’s been rattling around in my head. I know it’s been almost three months since I updated this story but I can guarantee a new chapter within a week. Writing this chapter made me realize how much I miss this story and I can’t wait to show you guys what happens next. Please leave your thoughts because I really can’t wait to hear what you guys thought about this part.
Pairing: Demi Lovato&&Selena Gomez
Rating: T
Part: 16 of 20
Disclaimer: This is a work of my own mind, and reflects nothing of the actual lives of the included real life characters. In other words, this is for fun, don't sue me!
Summary: "My words have a sharper edge than hers did and I can almost see her wince as my voice carries over to her."
NOTE: The beginning of this chapter will be in Selena’s view and about a quarter of the way through, it’ll change to Demi’s. It was just the way I needed things to work. Hope you enjoy! :D
Just another little side note: I listened to Requiem for a Dream (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2Ma4BvMUwU) on repeat while I was writing this and it might set the mood for reading this chapter.
A rush of cold air and the lack of a warm body behind me force me to open my eyes. Even in the blur of the dark night and the drowsiness from my sleep, I can make out Demi’s shape across the room.
Words slur out when I realize that Demi is not simply going to the bathroom but pulling on her jeans and rummaging around for her purse. “Dem, where- ugh- where are you going?”
The brunette doesn’t bother looking up. No, she doesn’t feel that I deserve such a courtesy and favors me with a short one word response. “Race.”
The cutting edge of her voice isn’t lost on me but I turn to look at the clock, eyes squinting at the neon colored lights to make sense of the shapes. “Did we really just sleep the whole day?”
This time, the other girl shows no signs of even acknowledging my question and confused, I pull myself up. “Demi.”
My words have a sharper edge than hers did and I can almost see her wince as my voice carries over to her. Her hands falter in lacing her boots but soon resume their work.
“Demi, I’m talking to you.”
“I’m not deaf, so get the hint through your dense skull.” She spits out hatefully.
Taken aback, I blink several times, trying to get my mouth to form any sort of response. But the truth is her reply had hurt and again I probed, gentler this time. “Demi, please come back to bed. I’m sorry.”
All I can hear is a soft sigh in response but the actions signaling the other girl’s departure continue on as I sit helplessly.
“If I did something wrong, I could always learn and-“ I start, hoping to deter Demi when I’m unexpectedly cut off.
“Listen, Gomez. This is what I do. I fuck and then I leave. I don’t stay to cuddle or to spoon with people. Hell, I don’t stay at all.”
The words catch in my throat as my chest constricts and I try to choke out the words but the tears stream down my cheeks as denial courses through my veins.
“But what about us?” I manage to whisper.
Soft brown eyes flicker with guilt and a temporary wave of relief washes over me until the guilt passes, allowing a hardened look of disgust to take its place.
“You need to realize that this,” She pauses to signal between us, “was just a challenge to me. You played hard to get. I got you. It’s over. I don’t know what you thought this was going to be but you shouldn’t delude yourself now. I wanted you. I fucked you. And now? It’s time for me to find another slut to fuck.”
Demi finishes off with a roll of her eyes, standing straight and moving purposefully out the door of my room. Scrambling off the bed, I move quickly behind her, tugging the sheets along with me to wrap around my bare body. I grab a hold of her wrist just before she can reach the front door, pulling her back against me and crashing my body into hers.
“Please don’t leave me. Please don’t do this race. I just- please Demi- don’t go. Don’t break my heart. I- I love you.”
I hadn’t meant to say those words. They snuck past my lips but at the look of regret in Demi’s eyes, I decide that I mean them with every bit of my being. I grab the back of her neck and pull the brunette in for a searing kiss, letting the sheet drop between us as I put every bit of feeling into that kiss.
I couldn’t let her leave. She had to have felt this too. There’s no way she doesn’t love me back.
For a brief moment, she moves her lips against mine but before I’m given enough time
to settle into the kiss, I’m shoved backwards gently.
The regret is gone. Every trace of it removed from her eyes. Contempt is what I’m forced to look at. Disgust is what I must hear.
“This is who I am. This is who I will always be. Deal with it.”
And before I can say another word, the door clicks closed and it’s almost as if I’ve been shot.
The pain burns through my body, igniting each cell and drowning it in intense agony. I clutch at the sheet, pulling it up and around my shaking body to hide the feeling of exposure and to lessen the one of violation.
Suddenly, my eyes shoot open and I rush upstairs, getting dressed in the remnants of last night strewn across the floor.
In a hurry, I grab my bag and the keys, nearly sprinting out the door.
As my car beeps, signaling the unlocking of its doors, my gaze is hardened with a steely resolve.
I will not let this one get away.
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DEMI'S POINT OF VIEW:
The asphalt whizzes underneath the spinning wheels and I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. Taking the familiar turns, I pull into the long stretch of road and the cheering fans.
Focus.
A knock on my window pulls me out of my thoughts and I roll the tinted glass down to hand the unmarked bills to the waiting man.
“So Lovato, you ready to take on Trace aga-“ He starts, cut off by glass barrier I put between us again. There’s another knock that I refuse acknowledge before he gets the hint and walks away, much more interested in collecting the money from the other drivers.
A glance at the time confirms that the race has another twenty minutes to start, enough to mingle with old friends.
Not tonight though.
Tonight was different.
Tonight was devastating.
She loves me.
The thought shakes my body to the core and that same deep longing returns. The same feeling that urges me to run back to her. Climb in to bed beside her and hold her until we’re both old and gray.
And then the small voice returns, the one piping up in the back of my head.
“You love her back,” It mocks. “Run back to her,” It taunts.
So why don’t I?
The answer is there before I can even finish asking myself the question. She wasn’t right for me. I wasn’t myself around her. I don’t falter. I don’t feel. I don’t get attach. And Demi Lovato certainly doesn’t cuddle.
But that’s just what had happened when I had woken up earlier, hadn’t it?
Frustrated, I lash out at the steering wheel only to have the windshield wipers angrily swipe across the glass. I let out an audible groan, returning the lever to its correct position and dropping my head against the steering wheel.
If there was one thing I had learned since I had left home, it was to never fall in love. Cuddling was the first sign that that was occurring. It was the reason I had bolted from Selena’s house with the excuse of this race.
Now it was only the small obstacle of avoiding the girl until she had moved on.
Until I moved on.
I shake my head as soon as the thought enters my head. I didn’t need to move on.
There was nothing to move on from. She was another conquest. That was all she was.
That was all she’d ever be.
I wasn’t going to be stupid enough to fall for her.
I wasn’t going to fall for her.
I wasn’t falling for her.
I couldn’t be.
A loud honk interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see the sleek black vehicle
blocking my way. The window rolls down, revealing a bruised male Cyrus leering in my direction.
I roll my window down as well, knowing full well that talking to the man from a distance was much more desirable than having him make his way to my car.
“What do you want, ass?” I retort, rolling my eyes in annoyance.
“Just wondering if you’re ready for an ass-whooping, Lovato. I’m here for payback.” Trace spits out, letting out a maniacal laugh before speeding off to the line.
A second glance at the time proves that it’s indeed time for the start of the race and I quickly move my car in line with the others.
I clench my eyes shut, expelling out a long sigh, and with it, all thoughts of Selena.
Racing was what I did best and I’d be damned if I lost to Cyrus.
Opening my eyes, I feel the familiar sense of calmness that always came to me before a game.
Smirking, the thrill of the speed promised to come soon engages the adrenaline to run through each of cell of my body.
I regrip the wheel, pushing down on the gas pedal and letting my car lurch forward a bit.
This is who I was meant to be.
The woman dressed in scantily clad clothing walks through the lane of cars to the front, holding a checkered flag in one hand and an air horn in the other.
This is who I always will be.
The flag waves in the air, dancing in the wind and I’m poised in the perfect position, prepared to lunge at a second’s notice.
This is who I am.
The air horn blast, coupled with the lowering of the flag, hits my senses and I charge forward immediately, taking the lead as I always did.
The roar of the crowd and the scenery rushing past is lost on me.
I know only my car.
I know only myself.
A glance in the rearview mirrors reaffirms my suspicions as Trace’s black Charger comes into view.
A rush of memories hit me all at once. Selena’s punch to Trace. Her jests at his horse-like similarities. The night she saved my life.
“Fuck, Lovato! Get yourself under control,” I snap at myself.
The thoughts cease and I inch the car’s speed up a little bit, wary of the merge into the regular streets. It was late and not many cars would be out at the time but this was one of the most dangerous points in the race. The turn was nearly blind and if you pulled your car into it at the wrong time, there was almost always a fatal result.
I lift my boot up, releasing the pressure on the accelerator for a split second as my car charges through the intersection, safely making it through the merging point.
My gaze shoots up to the rearview mirror, blinded immediately.
Cursing underneath my breath, I move the mirror, “Fucking bastard.” Trace had turned on his high lights effectively blinding me.
Coming into the first turn of the race, I alternate from the accelerator to the brake and back, drifting smoothly through the curve.
With the second turn immediately following, I hit the brake again, only to find Trace in the way. Scrambling, I floor the accelerator and pull out ahead, nearly missing the massive Charger.
A loud roar catches my attention and I glance to the right, not even the slightest surprised to see Trace advancing ahead.
This road was a familiar one to me and I increase the pressure on the accelerator, pushing my car further ahead. Trace wastes no time in pushing his car as well.
I readjust my rearview mirror and curse loudly under my breath. Trace’s idiotic move allowed the other drivers to catch up and coming up was the only intersection where I could get ahead.
Leaning over, I flip a small switch to turn on the screen. Glancing down, I make a quick assessment and upon seeing a car heading towards the intersection I make the decision.
It was dangerous but a guaranteed way to win the race. I close my eyes briefly, fully aware that I needed to put at least another ten yards between me and the other cars. My gaze shoots to the small button installed underneath the steering wheel and back to the road. The pedal is pushed to the floor and my hand flicks out to push the button, slamming my body backwards as the nitrous oxide gives my car the necessary speed.
Everything else is silenced as the needle on the speedometer pushes to a dangerous number. Still, the pressure on the gas is relentless and another glance at the screen shows that I’m in the perfect position and right on time.
I take my last breath and hold it in, well aware that the next move required exact precision. The red light up ahead glares at me and I almost falter in my decision. Unexpectedly Selena’s face invades my thoughts, but I push her out immediately and speed through the light, swerving to the left to avoid the car that I knew would be there.
I can hear the screech of their breaks, the honking of the racers behind.
I glance in the mirror, with a victorious smirk on my face when the car I had trapped catches my eye.
Eyes widen and I swerve the car in a dangerous u-turn and swerve to a screeching halt, my breath caught in my throat.
It couldn’t be.
As the first racer makes impact with the car, my heart stops. The blue Mustang flies backwards from the impact and directly in line with Trace’s car who rams the driver’s side with enough force to shatter the windows. By the third car, I can hear screaming. The remaining cars manage to swerve around the wreckage but the damage is done.
I scramble out of the car, bolting towards the massive wreck, the screaming still ringing in my ear. I can’t see the driver’s door. I can’t see the driver, can’t even find a way to get to the driver. Trace’s car is sandwiched between the Mustang and another charger. A girl falls out from the driver’s seat of the charger, hair bloodied and a fresh laceration above her forehead.
“Oh- Oh my god.”
She pauses for a moment before hurrying over to my side and taking a hold of my shoulder. “Shhhh…stop screaming.”
The bloodcurdling scream stops suddenly, and I realize that it had been me all along. Gripping a hold of her shirt, I glance up at the girl desperately, “Listen, I need your help…”
“Beth,” She fills in quickly, wringing her hands in nervousness.
“Get in your car and back up. Call the police and tell them we need ambulances. Tell them there’s been a huge accident.”
The girl quickly springs to action and I can hear a loud roaring in the background. I move shakily towards Trace’s car, prying open the door and pulling the bloodied man out from the driver’s seat. Another driver, sprints towards me and takes the weight from my hands, pulling Trace off to the side of the road.
A loud scraping sound quiets everyone’s confused murmuring as Beth pulls her car away from the wreckage. I climb into Trace’s car and quickly put it into neutral so I can push it back.
The mangled wreckage left of the car breaks my heart.
“Holy fuck.”
Megan stands behind me, eyes wide and skin pale, her girlfriend reaching to tightly grip her hand.
Dropping to my knees, I grip the handle of the door and pull with all my strength. The creaking of the broken metal pierces the quiet air when the door gives way as everyone looks on with bated breath.
A strangled sob escapes my lips as I brush aside the blood-matted hair aside and cup the unconscious driver’s face.
“Selena…”
A/N: Don’t hate me. I had to do it! So there was a little bit of confusion with the last chapter. We’re only on part 16. There are four more parts to this story unless I have to extend the story for another chapter or two. Anywhoooo, I’m on break for the next four months and bored out of my mind so I’ll be posting things much more regularly. I have a deadline for this story just because I need to get this finished so I can write this new fic for Glee that’s been rattling around in my head. I know it’s been almost three months since I updated this story but I can guarantee a new chapter within a week. Writing this chapter made me realize how much I miss this story and I can’t wait to show you guys what happens next. Please leave your thoughts because I really can’t wait to hear what you guys thought about this part.