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Recap:
"She tried. In our own way. She told me and I rejected her. I didn't mean to... I just didn't feel the same way," she mumbles tiredly. "And now I hate her. I hate her for the things she's done to me. And I hate that she thinks I hate her for how she feels. That's not it. It's the way she handles things. The horrible things she says. The fact that she goes out of her way to hurt me. And you."
"I... I don't even know what to say," I shake my head. "I can't believe I didn't know any of this. She was my best friend. Why didn't she tell me?"
"It's harder than you think, Isobel," she says to me with a heavy sigh. "It's harder than you think."
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When I wake the next morning, I rub my eyes, feeling like I haven't slept at all.
I roll my head to the side, to see Kiarra open-mouthed and snoring beside me. I stretch, feeling a few bones in my back crack. The brightness of my phone screen makes me grimace. I hastily turn it down as I squint, seeing that it is 7:30am.
I pull myself from bed, making a beeline for the shower.
The house is silent as I walk through ten minutes later, dressed in a denim skirt and a long-sleeve shirt. My hair is still wet, hanging limply down my shoulders. I wait until I'm out the front door, before sliding my vans onto my feet.
The wind is unforgiving and harsh as I walk towards my car. I tug the sleeves down my hands and grimace, wishing I'd chosen to wear jeans instead.
I stop into Brumby's Bakery on my way to the hospital, ordering two coffees and two cream pastry puffs. My stomach rumbles as the smell fills my car.
By the time I walk through the front doors, it's one minute passed the time visitors are allowed to enter. The nurse on reception raises her eyebrows.
"You're here early," she smiles.
"And I come bearing the goods," I reply weakly, waving the bakery bag beside me. "I'm here to see Miles Carter."
Her fingers tap against the keyboard for a few moments.
"He's on the next floor. Take the elevator at the end of the corridor. He's in room 193."
"Thank you," I say quietly, my stomach twisting into knots with each step I take.
My grip tightens around the coffees in my hands as I get closer. I reach his room. With an encouraging breath, I push open the door.
I choke on a gasp. He's lying there, bruises littering his body. He appears an off-colour and red welt marks are dug into his skin.
His eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling. Despite his harsh looking injuries, his face looks quite peaceful as he sleeps. I gently place down our breakfast onto the table beside him. I crawl into the bed, barely having enough room to fit my body. I curl into his side, being careful not to put my weight on him.
I bury my face into his shoulder.
Once my skin is on his, I physically relax. The tension, the stress, it all ebbs away. Despite it being early, I suddenly feel tired. I let my eyes drift closed as I lay beside him.
Finally, I'm with him.
***
I wake an hour or so later, to the sound the paper rumpling and the T.V on low.
My eyes take a few moments to adjust to my surroundings. I look up, to see Miles smirking down at me as he pops a piece of pastry puff into his mouth.
"Yum. Thanks," he grins.
"Oh my God!" I blurt, wrapping my arms around him.
He winces immediately, half-choking on his food. "Ouch!"
"Sorry, sorry," I quickly apologise and let go. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"I'm sorry, Is. Our night was ruined."
"My main concern is you," I assure him, tangling my fingers through his.
He smiles at me. A large clap of thunder makes me flinch and I peer up at the ceiling.
"It's storming?" I question in surprise.
It was overcast on the way here, but I thought it would clear. It explains why the wind was so abrupt when I left the house this morning.
"Yeah, the nurse came in before and told me it's meant to be a bad one. Is your car undercover?"
"Yeah," I nod. "Are they expecting hail?"
"Apparently."
I peel myself from the small bed and pad to the window. I pull the blind back, to see a dreary grey sky and thick droplets of rain, sliding down the glass.
"It's heavy," I tell him as I see the trees swaying from the harsh wind.
"Shame, you'll have to stay here all day and keep me company," he grins.
I smile at him. I pull my phone out and create a group chat of Kiarra, Finn and mum. I tell them I'm at the hospital and suggest they stay at home, out of the bad weather.
"So, how are feeling?" I ask him and gently sit down at the end of the bed, resting my hand on his knee.
"Sore. Very, very sore," he sighs. "I feel really drained, too."
"As to be expected," I reply softly.
"Well, yeah," he agrees.
"You know how you said not today, last time I asked?" He sighs through his nose, closing his eyes. "Today is the day."
"My mum, she was involved in some bad stuff." He begins, and gingerly places his now-empty food packet beside him. "When I lived with her, there was no way to escape it. Men came and went as they pleased, using her, selling her drugs, doing drugs with her. It was never ending. When I was at school, it was easy to pretend I didn't know what was going on." he lets out a deep breathy, tenderly rubbing his hands across his swollen face. "I had a feeling mum was dealing. She didn't work but seemed to have money. She would be out all night, it just made sense. One night though, she had a delivery but instead, took too much of whatever drug it was and ended up passing out. I knew what would happen if the delivery didn't make it in time. So, I took it. I thought it would be a once-off that would go unnoticed. I was so naive." He shudders, looking paler than he did a few seconds ago. "When they realised they could use me, things went from bad to worse."
I feel breathless as I stare at him. I squeeze his knee, feeling helpless.
"I didn't want any part of it. Mum and I got into a huge fight. I told her I was leaving. She started crying, saying I was the only reason she wasn't dead yet, all these things that didn't make sense to me. I told her I was done with her and all of the bullshit. Then, she was dead. A drug overdose." His words hang heavily around the room, as if taking the oxygen with them. A tear slides down his cheek and his eyes are beginning to turn bloodshot. "Could have been just too much for her to handle, or she could have committed suicide. I don't know. But the last thing I said to her, was that I was done with her."
I can't stop the tears falling. I place my hand over my mouth, to stop a sob from breaking loose.
"I didn't give her a second chance," he murmurs. "But you did. You gave me a second chance that I didn't deserve and for that, I will never stop trying to prove myself and my love to you."
A warm tear runs down my cheek. I quickly wipe at it and roll my lips together.
"We both deserved a second chance," I whisper at him.
He looks up at the ceiling, blinking back his own tears.
"Those guys... the ones that did this to you... are from the Gold Coast?" I ask.
"Yeah. They came to tell me no one leaves the game without a scratch. Well, they proved their point."
"But that's it? There's no more after this?" I question, the hope evident in my voice.
"Only if I cross the border into their territory," he replies.
"None of this is your fault. You got involved trying to help your mum," I say to him.
He closes his eyes, leaning back. "What good did that do?"
I sit there for a moment. I don't know what to say.
Moving so that I'm on my knees, I crawl to his side and collapse beside him. I place my hand gently on his chest.
"You're safe now," I whisper. "I love you."
"And I love you," he murmurs, before wrapping an arm around me and holding me to him.
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A few hours later, the sky is darker, the rain heavier and the temperature has dropped a few degrees.
I wander along the corridor, my eyes searching for a vending machine. Nurses and doctors bustle around me, trying to get to people. The weather seems to have made the atmosphere chaotic in here.
I round the corner and freeze. A tall, slim girl with vibrant red hair stands before me. She's leaning against the wall, her arms wrapped around herself. Her long hair is dripping water onto the floor. Her mascara has run, making her skin look even paler than usual.
My mouth opens, to speak, but nothing comes out.
She's dressed in jeans and a thick coat. She moves off the wall for a moment, only to fall back against it, as if trying to convince herself to go somewhere.
"Samara," I eventually say, my voice coming out thick.
She whips her head to me, her lips pale and parted.
We stare at each other for a few moments, the tension thick and accumulating with each breath.
"Hey," she replies.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice quiet and is basically drowned out by the sounds of the rain and hurried footsteps.
"I heard about Miles."
"Oh."
"Eli did this?" she questions.
Miles and I discussed what happened. He went into details of everything that he could remember. My hands ball into fists at my side as I think back to it.
"He didn't do the act itself, but he set it up," I explain. "Miles could have died last night."
"Yeah, I know," she murmurs. "Pretty fucked up."
"Yeah, it is," I agree with an edge to my voice.
She chews at her lip, looking down at the floor. It's bizarre seeing her this timid. She is the complete opposite.
"Kiarra told me everything."
She raises her eyes to meet mine.
"Told you what?" she whispers.
"Everything."
She closes her eyes and leans against the wall, appearing fatigued.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" I question, walking towards her.
"I didn't want to admit it."
"Why not?" I frown.
"People change the way they think and look at you. Your friends don't feel comfortable, especially when you're in love with them," she snaps.
I shake my head at her. "Like usual, you're wrong."
She rolls her eyes. "Sure."
"Look, if you want to isolate yourself and be a bitch, go ahead. You do it really well. But I was your best friend and I would have done anything for you. You threw that back in my face and hurt me in the best way you could. And, you did the same thing to Kiarra. We were there for you and you ruined it. You did this to yourself."
My cheeks feel hot as I blurt that out. I narrow my eyes at her as she takes my words in, her bottom lip trembling.
"Yeah. I know."
Silence presses heavily down onto us and I shift my weight from my right foot to my left.
"Well, if you ever want to apologise and start acting like a proper friend, you know where I am," I say firmly, before pushing past her and striding down the hall.
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