Rebel POV
I woke up and looked around. I was in my car. How did I get here? I looked through my window and I was outside of the institution of mental health. Wait. Why am I here? Oh well i need to get more sleep.
I turned on the car and head back to my dads house. My head is killing me. Its like someone is constantly banging a hammer on my head.
I made it to my dads house alive surprisingly. I got out of my car and went inside the house.
"Hello!" I yelled.
No response. Maybe they went somewhere. I shrugged my shoulders and went to my room and started packing. I opened my closet and started packing things.
I was at the very end when I felt something in the back of my closet. I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a hoodie. Not just any hoodie. Sam's hoodie.
It was a black solid hoodie, it has a white broken heart in the middle and his intials at the bottom. I smelled the hoodie and it smelled just like him. Cigarette and mint. To anyone it'll smell horrible. Me? It smells like heaven.
I took of my top and put it on. I sat in my closet and shut the door. Darkness took over. It was really dark in this closet. I cant see anything. I like it.
I put Sam's hood up and buried myself in his hoodie. Sam. Oh Sam. I'm so sorry.
"Its ok," I heard a voice.
I jumped up and quickly turned on the light in my closet. I gasped. It was Sam. I slid down to the floor and looked at him.
"Sam?" I asked.
I placed my hands on his face. He was real. He placed his hand over my hand. We just sat there looking at each other.
"I thought you was dead? I, I killed you," I said.
Then all of a sudden I started sobbing. I couldnt stopped. He pulled me into him and hugged me.
"You won't remeber any of this, but you didnt shoot me," he said.
I stopped crying. I looked at him.
"What do you me-," I felt something stabbed in my neck.
I fell to the floor. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Sam looking at me.
Andy's POV
I unlocked the door to the house and went in. I looked around and saw no one was here.
"Hello!?" I asked.
I looked all around the house. I went into Rebels room and found her window open. Why is it open? I walked over there and shut the door. I was gonna walk out, but something caught my attention. The closet.
Rebel keeps it closed. So why is it halfway open. I walked over and opened it. I couldnt see a damn thing. I reached out to try and find the light. I turned it on and I saw Rebel on the floor not moving.
"Rebel?" I asked.
Nothing. I dropped down and picked her up.
"Rebel? Hey, Rebel wake up," I said shaking her.
I checked her pulse and shes still breathing. I touched her forehead and she was burning up. I picked her up and went to the bathroom. I layed her down in the tub and turned on cold water.
"Comeon Rebel. Wake up!" I yelled.
Rebel POV
".....Wake Up!" Someone yelled.
Who's yelling? Just let me sleep more. I felt cold. Why? Whats splashing on my face? I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was blurry. I looked around and my vision started to come back. I was in water? What was I doing in water?
"Rebl?" I heaed someone asked.
"Oh, hi Andy. Why am I in water?" I asked.
Hello! Hows everyone. Sorry for being inactive. Not gonna lie I was ahout to end this story, but I worked to hard for these books. Also do you guys remeber when was the interview for rolling stones with Rebel? I dont remeber. See ya ✌
ESTÁ A LER
Westwood Road
FanficThe third book in the Ashley Purdys Daughter series Rebel is on trial and she is trying to do good. But with Andy and Ashley fighting all the time and helping 3 kids is hard. It doesnt help that soon ghosts will be knocking at the door.