Double Trouble
1110 Words
ROWAN'S POV
"What the hell was that?" Killian yelled as I slammed my feet on the brake.
"You don't have to shout at me like I'm a little kid" I shot back at him, grinding my jaw.
"You just hit that car" He pointed, I followed the direction of his finger. "I need to check up on whoever it is. It looks like a big crash"
With that, he opened the car door and sprinted out.
I remained in my seat, frozen.
Killian was right. I was losing my mind over the fight I just had with my mother. I should have just let him drive instead of getting behind the wheels and crashing into a—
"Bro. We're in deep s**t" Killian shouted at me, stepping away from the parked car. He shoved his hands into his pockets.
I poked my head out of the window of my car, and asked, "Is the driver alive?"
His eyebrows arched in a frown, "Stop joking around. You almost killed someone. I've checked her pulse, she's still breathing, but she's passed out."
I unbuckled my seat belt, let out a sharp breath and stepped out of my car. "Is she the only occupant?" I asked.
He nodded, and returned to the car, struggling to open up the driver's door of the crashed car.
No matter much I tried to stay away from trouble, It always had a way of creeping up on me and it was beginning to irritate me now.
As I strode towards the scene, my nostrils caught the smell of burning rubber and gasoline.
Blood seeped out of the car, staining the pavement. I fought the rising nausea in my stomach and forced myself to keep my cool.
I reached the passenger side of the car and peered in to find a young woman, slumped over the steering wheel.
Her hair, matted with blood, hung covered part of her face.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I checked her pulse. I looked up at Rowan.
His face was pale, "Rowan, we need to get her to the hospital. She needs help, and she needs it now."
I shook my head. "No. That's not an option. The police will be here soon, and I can't risk being seen with her."
"Man, we can't leave her here!"
I spoke through clenched teeth, looking over my shoulders, "I'm already in hot water, and I can't afford to draw any more attention to myself."
He threw his hands up, "So, what? Have you lost your conscience? Your grandmother would hate you even more if she ever found out that you crashed into a poor girl's car and left her half dead"
"Who said we will leave her?"
He threw a finger at my face, "Quit the back and forth, Rowan. I'm taking her to the hospital."
With that, he shoved me out of the way and tried to open the door.
"My apartment, Killian. Let's take her there. I'll call my private doctor to come over and treat her, but not the hospital"
Killian did not respond, rather he struggled to take out the unconscious lady from her already wrecked car.
His silence told me he disagreed with my plan, but I couldn't afford to let him have his way.
"She'll be in my apartment until she wakes up, then we'll figure out what to do." I repeated.
I watched as he took her into his arms. There was a deep gash on her forehead and a crimson stain spread across her once immaculate white blouse.
A wave of guilt wash over me—I caused this!
Killian walked towards my car, the limp woman in his arms and I trailed behind him, as a cold shiver ran down my spine.
We finally reached my car, and he carefully placed the woman in the back seat.
His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were stormy. The drive back to my apartment was long and quiet.
When we got there, Killian laid the woman on my bed while I rummaged through my bathroom for some first aid supplies.
"What do we do now?" Killian asked, as I walked in with the bottles of medicine in my hands.
I shot a glance at her. Her skin was pale, and her breathing was shallow.
"We wait," I replied, feeling my insides twist. "We wait until she regains consciousness, and then we'll see what we're dealing with."
Killian shot me a doubtful look, but said nothing more.
The apartment was silent except for the sound of the woman's breathing, as Killian and I sat vigil.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the buzz of my intercom. It was the doctor, at last.
I buzzed him in, and within minutes he was at my door.
The doctor, a middle-aged man with silver hair and a grave expression, immediately went to the bedroom to examine the woman.
Killian and I hung back, watching from the doorway.
"Is she going to be okay?" I asked, when he turned to look at us.
"She's suffered a concussion, and there's a deep gash on her forehead that will need stitches," the doctor said. "I'll do what I can to treat her here, but she should really be in the hospital. There's no telling how serious this could be."
I swallowed hard, trying to process the doctor's words. I knew he was right, but I couldn't risk her going to the hospital.
Not yet.
My grandmother would flare up if she found out what had happened. The media too.
I didn't want to be in the spotlight again, with what I had just survived in the hands of Sasha, my crazy ex girlfriend.
"Thank you, Doctor Tanya," I said, "We'll keep her here for now.
I waited until Killian and the doctor left my apartment before I went back into the room and sat across the room, watching the unconscious woman on the bed.
I was lost in thoughts when a loud, blaring noise rang out.
I startled, almost jumping out of the chair. Then, I sauntered over to the bed, tracing the source of the ringing.
It was a phone in her pockets. I raised her side, pulled the phone out and in the process, my finger slide over the screen, answering the call.
"Sia! When I get to you, you'll hate me with every bit of you" A loud voice yelled from the phone.
I stared at the phone's screen, confused.
"Is this your best shot at a revenge? I'll do worse to you, Sia
" The caller spat and hung up.
I stiffened.
Who was Sia?
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