Chapter ten

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Ryes POV
I open my eyes. I must have fallen asleep on the sofa. It's 6:00am and the familiar opening tune of the news turns on. I sit up to look at the TV. "Good Morning, it's Adam here with your daily headlines. Today a mystery donater left thousand of pounds worth on jewellery on a charity shop door step, the owner of the shop says a very emotional thank you live in ten minutes time, but for now a young boy is now hospitalised after driving his car off of a bridge. The boy had been identified as Andrew Robert Fowler. My heart stops. I look at the tv to see a picture of Andy appear on the screen. "The boy is on life support and it's un clear on wether this was a suicide case or just simply an accident. I'll pass you onto Susan for the weather." I start screaming at the top of my lungs. Mikey and Brook run in the room. They are talking to me but I can't hear them. Mikey checks his phone and he now knows. He sits next to me. His head in his hands and cries silently. Brook leans down next to me. "He'll be okay, I promise" he says reaching out for my hand. All I can do is nod. Mikey looks up. "We should go see him, all we need to do is find out the hospital, surely his mum knows" he says quietly. Mikey gets up and goes into the other room to make the phone call. "This is all my fault" brook says covering his hands with his face. I don't say anything. "I shouldn't have said that to him, I was angry. I don't say anything. "Rye please say something" Brook looks at me desperately. "Okay" I whisper.

Mikeys POV
I go into my room and dial andys mums number. This couldn't be happening. Andy is my best friend and he nearly died. We need to get to this hospital as fast as possible. She picked up the phone. "Hello" I said. "Hello Michael" she says. She knows. I can tell by the tone of her voice. The conversation lasts for a few minutes. I walk downstairs to get the boys so we can go down to the hospital but when I walk in the room Rye and Brook were huddled together crying. "Shall we go?" I ask. Without answering they both stand up. We are all still in yesterday's clothes but it doesn't matter. All that does matter is seeing Andy.

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