True to his words, Will is waiting in the van already and Sammy is next to him, chatting joyfully. He has a different expression, smiley and interested. I see them laughing as Will pokes her, making her squirm and try to get away from him, yet his hands are faster and he's poking her somewhere else, making her laugh hysterically.

It's such a shock to see the scene that my feet stop on their own as I just watch them. He looks kind, lovable and caring as he plays with Sammy, who seems to be having the time of her life, but when he looked at me I could only see icy hatred that chilled me to the bone.

How can that be the same person?

"You okay?" Nora asks me, turning to look at me over her shoulder. She kept walking while I stayed behind.

Her voice breaks through my thoughts and makes me react. I shake my head and ignore the confusion in my brain that this lad has caused. I don't care if he is nice to others when he's so cruel to me. A person should be consequent, right? If he's an arse, then he should be an arse to everyone.

Once I heard that when looking for a boyfriend, you had to look at how he treated a stranger and a waiter because those would point his real personality and opinion on people. We all are more caring and different with the people we love, because we love them. Our true colours show with the people we don't give a crap about, right?

I might see the world in a matter of profit and loss, but when I deal with people I always am polite and regard them just like any other person. They are all people to me and I won't be mean to them unless they attack me first.

Will, on the other hand, treated me like rubbish without even hearing my side of the story. He didn't smile, introduce himself or regarded me as a person, just because he doesn't give two shits about me.

I square my shoulders, stand straighter and walk with all the dignity I can, considering I need a crutch to help me and every step makes my ribs hurt even more, but I grit my teeth and control my expression so I won't give away my struggle.

Once we make it to the van, Sammy rushes to the back and helps Nora to make me climb and sit. I don't even look at Will and I'm sure he isn't looking at me, just hoping this will be over soon so we don't have to be around each other. Nora then takes the passenger's seat next to Will and he turns on the ignition.

I lost my belongings in the accident, so I don't have my phone or anything to listen to music and although what is playing is relaxing, it doesn't block the sounds around me, the people around me. Without headphones, I'm still able to hear Sammy asking Will about uni and his life, or until when he's staying and more. I do my best not to listen, to tune out, but it's hard.

"I'm not sure for how long. I took some time off from uni because I had things to do, but things got a bit chaotic back there so we've all decided to stay quiet for a while so no one gets in trouble. We don't want to break the law and end up in a police station, we just want to tell the world what's wrong and coax them that they should start taking action against the other people who continuously wrong them."

I clench my good fist, refusing to look at the rearview mirror because I'm sure he'll be glaring at me through it, saying I'm one of those people who wrong others and how the rest should stand up against me.

I don't need to see that to know that's what he thinks.

"What if you talk to the bad people and ask them to be nice?" Sammy asks innocently and for a second Will's perfect facade falls as he snorts, mockingly.

"Aw, sweet Sammy. I wish it was that easy. But the bad people don't want to talk to us or listen, because if they do, they might lose money and what's more important to them? Our lives or their profit?"

I want my headphones, I want my headphones, I repeat in my head, trying to suppress any reaction.

I don't want to get in an argument with him when I know it's pointless. How do I explain to him that our profits also keep the economy going and they can get all what they already have? How do I explain we are not bad people, we are just working and giving jobs to thousands and helping in some ways? It's impossible. He won't understand that in this world, in order to accomplish something, you have to sacrifice something else. Casualties, of any type, can't be avoided.

I don't want to fight, I don't want to hear his insults so I start mumbling to myself, only paying attention to the song, following the melody and giving it my full attention. I'm tired, I barely slept, I feel a headache coming and I just want to get out of here. All things considered, I manage to doze off and finally fall asleep. It's actually a blessing.

I only wake up when the van bounces, startling me, and my brain works faster than my conscience... or maybe my trauma works faster. Before I open my eyes I'm screaming, and when I open them all I can see is the empty car that should have Dean with me, that is heading down hill, with just me inside and no way to go out. It's shaking, it's tumbling down, my body bounces everywhere, all my bones are breaking again and I'm all alone. I've been abandoned.

"...Blanca..." a mere whisper as tears stream down my face in fear.

I'm going to die, I'm all alone and I'm going to die.

"Blanca!" The voice grows louder and my whole body is being shaken, from one side to the other.

Everything hurts.

"BLANCA!" The voice is a shout now and I finally feel the hands on my shoulders, holding me still. I focus my eyes and although it's blurry, I can recognise Nora and the relief of seeing her makes me cry harder.

I'm not alone. The car is not crashing down. I'm safe.

"I was back in the car... alone... falling down," I mutter, my teeth clattering as I try my best to stop trembling. I hold on to Nora with my good hand, blinking away the tears. "I woke up and all I could see was the car," I continue, looking desperately at her.

"It's okay," she hushes me. "It's over. You're safe. It was just a bump in the road."

I take deep breaths, trying to match my breathing to Nora's as she hugs me, comforting me with her presence. She just jumped to the back and is in front of me now, the van has pulled over. I see Sammy from the corner of my eye with terrified eyes and tears of worry streaming down her face.

For the briefest moment, I notice Will staring at us, his face too hard to read. I don't know if he's pleased to see me like this or if he pities me, but I close my eyes too fast to examine his expression properly and figure it out.

I don't say anything, I just hide my face in Nora's shoulder and let her comfort me, her presence that is a reminder I'm not alone, I wasn't abandoned in a car that's going to crash and get me killed.

I'm safe.

Even if that's far from how I feel right now. But holding on to her keeps me from freaking out when the can starts again and takes off. I hold on tighter to her, the fear from he accident too fresh in my mind. Every part of me hurts, and I know it's just psychological, because I'm healing well, I know that, aside from my ribs nothing else should hurt, but I feel like I just crashed and I'm crawling my way out of the car before this explodes.

When the van finally stops, I'm a bit calmer, my limbs have stopped shaking and I can open my eyes without seeing the empty car that now it's completely gone. The door opens and I'm surprised to see Will there, helping me get out as Nora makes her way out with my crutch. He offers me his hand and has trouble meeting my eyes, but when he does I finally see something that resembles guilt.

I don't want to take his hand, or accept his help at all, but Nora is busy with Sammy who is practically glued to her leg, watching me carefully. It's almost as if that little girl is scared I am going to break.

Tearing my gaze off of them, I focus on Will again and take his hand to let him help me out of the van. He supports my weight, holding my by the good elbow and working as my crutch until I can get a hold of it. I try to put distance between us quickly, his touch makes me feel too uncomfortable

"Are you going to wait here?" Nora asks him and I don't have to look at Sammy to know she's giving him a pleading look

"I'm going with you," he affirms and I try not to react.

We make our way inside the hospital in silence, but I can hear Sammy and Will behind us, the little girl asking him in whispers if I'm okay. He confirms I am, that it was just a nightmare and Sammy stays quiet.

"Wait here," Nora instructs, making me sit in the waiting chairs as she goes to the main desk to inform we're here and I'm supposed to see my doctor.

"Sammy, why don't you go buy something for Blanca to drink? Your favourite juice?" Will proposes, handing her some cash and pointing at the vending machine.

"Roger that!" she agrees happily, because she loves being useful.

I tense as I see her leave, not liking that Will and I are left alone. I like it even less when he sits next to me and calls my name. "Blanca. I... um... I'm sorry."

I try to hold it. I tell myself that just accepting his apology will do and close this all, but I'm emotionally unstable right now after what happened in the van.

"For what? Telling me I deserved to be killed? For assuming I'm just a monster?" I snap, my eyes fierce on him, full glaring.

He isn't intimidated, although he flinches.

"Everything," he accepts and that surprises me. "I shouldn't have said those things to you. I don't like you, what little I know about you, I don't like you and your type of people, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual." I just nod my head, but he isn't hurt by my agreement there. "Nevertheless, I shouldn't have said those things. It was cruel of me and I... I didn't really know the horror of what you went through until today when you started screaming and crying. You... you were reliving it, weren't you?" I look away, but that seems to be all the confirmation he needs. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that, no one does. I let my anger and frustration get the best of me. I take back what I said."

Even if he says that, the harm is done, isn't it? Yes, it makes me feel better now, it soothes a bit my wounds, but it doesn't erase how deeply his words hurt me. However, I know it's not easy to apologise or take back one's words, and I do appreciate he realises the cruelty of his actions when we met.

"I'm sorry too," I mumble, barely daring to look at him. "For what you had to go through. We don't really know who did this and the witness says it was an attack from the activists, but we don't know who was behind that for real." I turn to look at him and give him my full attention. "I'm sorry you were blamed even if you had nothing to do with it."

"It wasn't like you planned to do that," he mumbles, looking down and blushing in embarrassment.

"Still, I'm sorry I dragged you down with me and so many others. I understand you don't like me and I accept it. I appreciate you apologised." I look up front, at Nora who's done and coming back. "And as you said, the feeling is mutual. I don't like you and your type."

I don't turn to look at him and see how he reacts, I just focus on Nora who is smiling kindly at me as she keeps approaching. Soon, Sammy also joins us with drinks for everyone. I appreciate it, my throat feels hoarse after the screaming and trying to control myself.

I don't look at Will again, however the tension has decreased after the apologies were exchanged. It's not as uncomfortable as it was before. It feels more human now. I feel actually better when I'm called to see my doctor, reassured that my stay in the Dream House will be civilised even if Will is around. I think we don't need to truly interact again and we've closed the chapter.

It's okay now. 

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