Saving Scout O'Brian

11- The Fall

But I certainly wasn't going to break apart our friendship anytime soon. I really felt like Casey understood me. She'd had a rocky childhood herself, and as sick and twisted as this sounds, I'm glad she did. It made me feel more "normal" to not be normal.

That made no sense.

Oh well.

I shook my head at her and laughed as we walked out of the practice room. Fourth period was like watching grass grow. It dragged on and on and on. We were watching some video about something I have no knowledge of. I was just about to fall asleep when the phone rang. The teacher grumbled in annoyance before answering it.

"O'Brian! Principle needs you." A few kids "oohed" dramatically, assuming I was in trouble. I shot out of my chair and practically flew out the door. Anything to get me out of that hellhole fast enough. My insides turned to mush as I contemplated on the walk over what she wanted.

It took me no time at all to reach the office and my brow furrowed in confusion at seeing the school resource officer there talking to the principle. Evelyn saw me and dropped her conversation immediately. My unease deepened when I saw the worried look on her face.

"What's going on?"

Her stone mask fell right off her face and I saw something I automatically knew I never wanted to see again on her face; fear. "Scout...there was an accident on the playground. Charlotte had to be taken to the hospital."

Fear clenched and wrapped it's freezing fingers around my heart. All thoughts of where I was or who I was with escaped me as I gripped her forearms in my shaky hands. "Take me there." I demanded in a near-yell.

Heads turned at the sound of my voice, and I frantically blinked back tears as I tried to focus on the stormy eyes in front of me. I held onto them with everything I had.

Her lips pursed and without a second of hesitation she looked to the secretary and said, "Explain to Mr. Danvers. I am needed at the hospital." The woman glanced between us questioningly but quickly did as she was told when Ms. Thornton deepened her glare.

She turned to me and gripped my elbow lightly as she steered me out of the building. She glanced around for a few moments to make sure we were really alone before she pulled me into her arms. I broke down immediately at the feeling of her strong arms around me.

"Shh, porumbel. It'll be alright." She spoke softly as her hands rubbed up and down my arms. I forced myself to calm down and nod. She led me me straight to her car and we hardly spoke at all on the way to the hospital. My mind was a giant ball of wound up turmoil and fear.

Please let her be okay. I prayed to whoever was listening as I watched the trees blur by.

Evelyn glanced at me worriedly every few moments out of the corner of her eye but didn't say anything. I was grateful for that. I didn't know if I could form a coherent response anyways.

We practically sprinted into the emergency room lobby and scared the poor receptionist to death. "What can I do for you ladies?" She gasped out, a hand on her chest.

"Charlotte O'Brian! She's five, she was admitted for-" I paused and my mouth dropped open as I realized I didn't even know what my own daughter has been admitted for.

"Head injury." Evelyn spoke softly beside me. My head whipped around and my eyes filled with tears. Oh god, please don't have brain damage.

"Are you her mother?" The receptionist asked Evelyn, ignoring me completely. I ground my teeth and spoke before she could.

"That would be me. Now, am I going to have to do this the hard way? Or can you tell where the fuck my daughter is?" My voice had lowered considerably and I could feel the sting of pain in my hands from my nails.

My body was wound as tight as it could get and I was worried I would reach over there and strangle the bitch if she didn't stop staring at me and tell me where Charlotte is.

It was against my will that my body relaxed immediately when Evelyn placed a warm hand on my lower back, her thumb rubbed circles into my skin. I released a long breath and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"What room is she in?" I heard Evelyn say nicely, her hand slipped under my shirt and the skin on skin immediately shattered the hold the anger had on me.

My eyes pleaded with the woman as she glanced in between us with a questioning look on her face before she glanced down at her computer screen and started typing.

"It says here she's just got out of surgery and is in room B302-" I was racing down the hallway before she'd finished her sentence.

I knew I didn't deserve any miracles, but I prayed and prayed and prayed that my little girl was okay. She's what's held me together and I know for sure I'll fall apart if she doesn't come out okay.

|Sooo I know it's been forever since I updated this story 😂 but I had no idea where I was going but I got it down now. I'll definitely be updating more frequently. Hope y'all are having a good Sunday! Please vote/comment!❤️|