Chapter three

Audrey's POV

"When did you get here?" The words were barely audible.

"When you were crying." My heart ran cold at the thought that he had been here all this while. Watching.

And even now he still had that cold indifferent look on his face. There was only one reason,

"Michael... you knew" there was no doubt. Alana had been right, I was indeed foolish.

"Yes" his simple answer made a different feeling begin to build up in my heart. Something unrefined, violent. Hot. Pure. Anger.

"In fact this was all orchestrated by Michael." Alana supplied to which he just smirked.

"Why?" I croaked.

"Isn't it obvious? I was done playing. I needed a breakup" his calm tone made that heat surge forward like a cannon ball. Exploding in my body.

My heart was past the point of hurting at such words, "You could just have told me Damnit!"

"Audrey." His tone had an edge to it but I didn't give a fucking shit about that now. "Know your place, you should even be honored that I went out with you." He paused, letting his words sink in.

"How I plan to dump you is my business."

I couldn't control the heat that rushed up to my face, my insides burned as I watched their smug faces.

"Audrey, you shouldn't try to go beyond your reach. Someone like you is destined to be looked down on forever." Alana added before turning to leave.

"Remember this day." My eyes burned as I forced each word out.

"Because when you look back at it you'd regret every-fucking-thing you said" this time it wasn't hard to speak and I didn't fight the single drop rolling down my right cheek

"I will make sure of that"

"I'd look forward to that" Michael grinned wrapping his arm around her waist as they both left.

My chest felt tight as I watched their backs disappear. Gone was the heartbreak I felt, in its place hatred grew. Inch by inch.

Hurting me was one thing, tarnishing my image was another.

The humiliation I faced today, I will repay it. Even if it's the last thing I do.

I stared at the drip as I watched my mother's unmoving figure. All I could hear was the soft beep which indicated my mother was still alive. I had walked all the way from the Marcelo mansion to the hospital. It was closer than my rundown apartment. Tonight's events left me exhausted. And it was in moments like these where I realized I was truly alone.

A dark thought surfaced from nowhere, wouldn't it be better if I was in her position. Then I could ignore the world around me. The pain. The multiple part-times. Wouldn't it be better if I could just lie there —unfeeling.

I stared at the crushed phone in my hands. I wanted revenge but didn't know where to start. Beep! The machine's erratic signals made me frantic. "Is there anyone there?" I called as my fingers finally found the button for calling help.

The doctors were at her side in a heartbeat, pulling out several injections trying to stabilize her while I stood rooted in my position.

No, please. Please be alright.

The sound finally stopped, I rushed to her bedside, my palms held on to hers like my life depended on it. "What is going on?" I asked.

"Nothing major, the patient just went into a state of shock." I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. My grip loosened a bit.

"How is her general condition?" He shook his head slightly,

"Still the same. However we have a lot of new treatment plans coming up for comatose patients. I'm sure one will work for her. Don't give up."

I wouldn't. She was all I had left. Treatment plans meant more money, which also meant I might have to drop my course. Saving mom was my priority now. Placing a light kiss on mom's head I left the hospital.

It was almost morning, the cabs would be out by now. I itched to get back to the comfort of my home and sleep the day away. That was a better alternative to drowning in my worries. I entered my ride and in less than five minutes I was already dozing off.

A loud crash had me up in an instant as the car came to an abrupt stop. My head felt extremely light and... wet. Blood.

Through the windows I could see the headlights of a truck. "Uggh"

I reached for the driver, however my hands soaked into something warm and thick. Struggling to raise my eyes I saw that he had taken most of the hit. He was dead.

The lights blurred as I watched the headlights of the truck drifting farther away or was I the one drifting. At that moment I only had one thought. I want to live. Even if it was hard.

Even if... it was worse than dying.