The Unthinkable Has Occurred
Author: Brianna

Chapter 13
Should I Tell Them...Or Should I Not?


--Riley's POV--

Okay. Now I need to get to the hospital. I need to be there. One problem: I don't know how I'm supposed to get there.

My mind wanders back to this morning when I saw Cara climb out of her brother's car. She was so beautiful. I need her. I want her to be mine.

Suddenly inspiration strikes and immediately I feel guilty. But I need to get there, and I can apologize later. I slip my hand into Austin's pocket and retrieve his keys. Racing down to the student parking lot, I almost don't notice the person standing in my way until I almost crash with her.

"Where do you think you are going?" Ashlee demands. She starts to reach out to place her hand on my chest to stop me, but then realizes that I am covered in blood. "EEW! YUCK! You're covered in blood! You look disgusting!" she shrieks.

I can't deal with her right now. Her shrieking hurts my head, and all I want to do is get out of here.

"Seriously, Ashlee. Go away. Please." I am sick and tired of her bullshit. At this point, I don't really give a crap what she does to me; I just need to get to the hospital.

"Honey! Don't talk to me like that! That's so rude!"

I push past her, telling her as I keep running to the exit, that I'll talk to her later.

I hesitate by the car, before jumping into the front sear and quickly pulling out of the parking lot.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull up to the emergency room entrance. I shove the keys into my pocket and sprint for the front desk.

"Ma'am I need to know what happened to Cara Belowski. Is she being taken care of?"

"I'm sorry sir, but I am not allowed to disclose any information," the woman says, looking up at me sternly before turning back to her computer.

"Ma'am please! It was the shooting at the school. She was shot right in front of me. Please I just need to know if she will be okay!" I plead.

She looks back at me with softer eyes. "Since you are not family, I am not allowed to discuss her medical state with you, but how about you take a seat and we'll see what happens, okay?"

I nod and turn to sit down, but decide instead to see if I can sneak in. I amble to the chair nearest the door and when the receptionist turns her head for a second, I slip through. Walking down the hallway, no one even glances at me. They probably just think I'm supposed to be there. Either that or they just can't be bothered as they rush around, trying to save people's lives. There is a small table outside of a closed door with a bunch of belongings on it that I recognize as Cara's. The table starts vibrating suddenly and I realize that it's her phone. I reach into her dress pocket and read "Mom" on the screen.

"Um, Mrs. Belowski?" I ask.

"Yes. Who is this? Where's my daughter? Is she okay?" I hear the frantic voice on the other end ask.

I don't want to be the one to tell this poor woman that her son is dead and her daughter shot and in the emergency room. I must have hesitated too long because she starts talking again.

"I'm at the school and they won't tell us anything! I need to know if my kids are okay! Please, whoever you are, where is my daughter?"

"Ma'am, I'm Riley, a friend of Cara's. You might want to come to the hospital, instead. You won't find anything out at the school."

"She's at the hospital?"

"Yes, ma'am."


"Please just come. I'm sure she'll be fine." I try to reassure her, as well as myself.

"We're on our way. Will you be there?"

"Yes," I say. "I will."

Ten minutes later, a frazzled man and woman burst through the doors, and I can tell from the similarities in their features that these are Cara's parents. I hear them ask the same woman at the desk for their daughter, Cara Belowski, and she informs them that someone will be right out to speak with them. She glances at me, then says something else to them that I can't hear.

Immediately, Mrs. Belowski walks over to me and introduces herself. "You must be the young man who answered Cara's phone. Thank you for telling us to come here. We would have been so worried not hearing on earth does something like this happen to my baby girl?"

"I don't know, Mrs. Belowski. I'm really sorry," I say.

"Oh, don't be sorry dear. It's not your fault. Excuse me one moment," and she runs back up to the desk where her husband was still trying to weasel information out of the receptionist.

"Excuse me, but is there also an Austin Belowski here?" Cara's mom asks, and my heart literally stops.

"Um, no ma'am there isn't," the receptionist says.

"Oh I do hope he is okay! It is a good sign that he isn't here though!" The hopeful expression on her face makes me hurt to be the one to tell her the truth. But I have to do it, because that's the right thing to do...right? Or do I let the poor woman keep believing that her son is safe until someone else tells her, like her daughter or the police? I can't decide. I don't know what to do! Shit! Why does it have to be me? mI guess I'll wait a little while, I mean, that can't hurt right? Besides it would be more hurtful especially if I would be wiping that hopeful expression clean off her face.

At that moment, a doctor walks in and I stop my crazy mental babble.

"Mr. and Mrs. Belowski?" he asks.

"Yes! That's us! What happened? Is she okay?"

"The bullet hit her side and thankfully missed all her organs. It actually just missed her left lung. It's a miracle, really. We surgically removed the bullet and she should be fine. She is a very lucky girl," the doctor reports to her parents, and I listen in as well. I breathe a sigh of relief and I feel my hands unclench. I didn't even realize they were clenched.

She'll be okay. She is going to be okay.

I take a deep breath.

It will all be okay.


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