Wake Me Up
Chapter 13
Jackie woke up to the sound of birds chirping. The sun lay right across her toned stomach. She sat up in bed and rubbed her tired eyes. What had happened last night? She slipped her feet into her fuzzy slippers and padded out to the kitchen. She saw a note on the table. Curiously, she picked it up and saw that it was from Jonathan.
I don't know how to tell you this Jackie, but I'm in love with you. Truly, deeply in love. I have never felt this way about anyone. I wish I could've told you this in person, but the hawks have a game today in St. Louis. By the time your reading it, I'll probably be there. I know, I know, what about Hannah? The truth is, she may be hurt. But I don't care. I wanted you from the minute I first saw you. I could never stop thinking about you. it will be hard telling Hannah, but we have to.It will also be hard telling Pat. He might even try to kill me. But we will get through it. When you read this note please somehow get ahold of me. I need to know your decision. Well baby, I love you. By the way, don't worry about last night, I'll tell you all about it when I get to see you again.
Love, Jonathan.
At the word "love," Jackie's heart melted. Her breathing began to get faster. She felt light headed. Could this be? Did he really love her?
Of course he did. Jackie screamed so loudly she feared she would wake the whole neighborhood. But then she stopped.
Hannah. How would she feel when she found out her best friend would get her boyfriend? Not to good she assumed. JAckie took a deep breath and sighed. It was now or never. She felt like she should tell Hannah by herself. Also Patrick. That way, Patrick couldn't hurt anyone. She went into her room and through on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt. She combed her hair quickly and called up Hannah. No answer.
Jackie shrugged. Well, she would just have to go to Hannah's house then. She grabbed her car keys and practically skipped out the door. Jonathan loved her!
"Hannah?" Jackie called, when she got inside Hannah's house. All of the windows were shut closed and the room was dark. This was strange. She walked to the sink and saw that there was no dishes in it. Hannah always left her dishes in there. Jackie padded up the stairs and up towards Hannah's room. The bed was still made. What the fuck was going on?
Ring! Ring!
Hannah's mom.
"Hello?" Jackie answered curiously as she picked up a photo of Jackie and Hannah when they were little. Jackie's hair was in a messy bun, and she had stains all over the front of her shirt. Hannah on the other hand, had her hair perfectly straight with a hair band in. She had on a Hello Kitty shirt and white shorts. Jackie laughed. Even back then she was the scummier of the two.
As soon as she heard Hannah's mom begin to speak she knew it wasn't good news.
"Jackie, you need to come to the hospital now. Hannah. . . . .she's. . . . .she's going to die."
"NO!" Jackie gasped. She felt the photo slip between her fingers and land with a soft thud on the floor. Hannah was not going to die. Not if Jackie could help it.
"HANNAH!" Jackie cried, as she burst through the hospital doors. She saw sickly patients everywhere. She looked and found Hannah's parents, crying into each others shoulders.
"What's going on?" Jackie chocked.
hannah's mom could barely keep it together. Her dad had to talk instead.
"Last night, she got into a car with a drunk driver, they hit a tree and the driver instantly was pronounced dead. They're working feverishly on Hannah to keep her alive but. . . .'' his voice trailed off.
Jackie collapsed into a chair beside the two weeping parents. Hannah was a fighter, Jackie thought feriously, she would survive she could survive anything.
Her world came crashing down. She didn't hear the words come out of the doctor's mouth. She didn't see Hannah's parents crash to the floor in agony for their daughter. Nor did she care that she was in a hospital full of people. All that she knew was that her best friend since birth, was pronounced dead. She fell to the ground in a heap and felt her body shake. The tears came fast, rolling down her face like a waterfall. They couldn't stop. No, she couldn't be dead, she just couldn't. . . .
I don't know how to tell you this Jackie, but I'm in love with you. Truly, deeply in love. I have never felt this way about anyone. I wish I could've told you this in person, but the hawks have a game today in St. Louis. By the time your reading it, I'll probably be there. I know, I know, what about Hannah? The truth is, she may be hurt. But I don't care. I wanted you from the minute I first saw you. I could never stop thinking about you. it will be hard telling Hannah, but we have to.It will also be hard telling Pat. He might even try to kill me. But we will get through it. When you read this note please somehow get ahold of me. I need to know your decision. Well baby, I love you. By the way, don't worry about last night, I'll tell you all about it when I get to see you again.
Love, Jonathan.
At the word "love," Jackie's heart melted. Her breathing began to get faster. She felt light headed. Could this be? Did he really love her?
Of course he did. Jackie screamed so loudly she feared she would wake the whole neighborhood. But then she stopped.
Hannah. How would she feel when she found out her best friend would get her boyfriend? Not to good she assumed. JAckie took a deep breath and sighed. It was now or never. She felt like she should tell Hannah by herself. Also Patrick. That way, Patrick couldn't hurt anyone. She went into her room and through on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt. She combed her hair quickly and called up Hannah. No answer.
Jackie shrugged. Well, she would just have to go to Hannah's house then. She grabbed her car keys and practically skipped out the door. Jonathan loved her!
"Hannah?" Jackie called, when she got inside Hannah's house. All of the windows were shut closed and the room was dark. This was strange. She walked to the sink and saw that there was no dishes in it. Hannah always left her dishes in there. Jackie padded up the stairs and up towards Hannah's room. The bed was still made. What the fuck was going on?
Ring! Ring!
Hannah's mom.
"Hello?" Jackie answered curiously as she picked up a photo of Jackie and Hannah when they were little. Jackie's hair was in a messy bun, and she had stains all over the front of her shirt. Hannah on the other hand, had her hair perfectly straight with a hair band in. She had on a Hello Kitty shirt and white shorts. Jackie laughed. Even back then she was the scummier of the two.
As soon as she heard Hannah's mom begin to speak she knew it wasn't good news.
"Jackie, you need to come to the hospital now. Hannah. . . . .she's. . . . .she's going to die."
"NO!" Jackie gasped. She felt the photo slip between her fingers and land with a soft thud on the floor. Hannah was not going to die. Not if Jackie could help it.
"HANNAH!" Jackie cried, as she burst through the hospital doors. She saw sickly patients everywhere. She looked and found Hannah's parents, crying into each others shoulders.
"What's going on?" Jackie chocked.
hannah's mom could barely keep it together. Her dad had to talk instead.
"Last night, she got into a car with a drunk driver, they hit a tree and the driver instantly was pronounced dead. They're working feverishly on Hannah to keep her alive but. . . .'' his voice trailed off.
Jackie collapsed into a chair beside the two weeping parents. Hannah was a fighter, Jackie thought feriously, she would survive she could survive anything.
Her world came crashing down. She didn't hear the words come out of the doctor's mouth. She didn't see Hannah's parents crash to the floor in agony for their daughter. Nor did she care that she was in a hospital full of people. All that she knew was that her best friend since birth, was pronounced dead. She fell to the ground in a heap and felt her body shake. The tears came fast, rolling down her face like a waterfall. They couldn't stop. No, she couldn't be dead, she just couldn't. . . .
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