I'm still shaking as I pull myself out of the cab and look up at the tall concrete hospital. I'd stopped to tell no-one, rushed without a second thought, my books still laying over the ground outside the lecture theater, no-one there helping me.

Everyone stared at the crazy girl who fell to the floor for no reason, staying down for approximately half a minute before she grabbed hold of her cracked phone and legged it down towards the road, flagging down the first cab and throwing herself into it.

Thinking back to it I think a couple of people may have attempted to ask if I was okay, but I ignored their words, not even comprehending their presence, my mind on one thing and one thing only.

I make my way into the building and rush towards the elevator, sliding in and pressing the sixth floor, having heard Olivia enough to know that he's in a private room up there. The door finally opens and I fly out, my eyes thankfully falling onto the wealthy family, Olivia's usual pristine updo looking a little bedraggled, a few strands of hair laying loose around her neck.

"Olivia!" I manage to blurt out, and her eyes immediately turn towards me, opening her arms as I fall into them.

"Savannah!" She breathes out, enveloping me into a tight hug.

"You called her?" George hisses as I step back.

"Yes." Olivia retorts, "She deserves to know."

"Is he okay?" I ask, ignoring Brett's Dad as much as I can, gritting my teeth together.

"That's not your business." George snaps.

"He'll be okay." Olivia assures me, "A broken arm and a few cracked ribs." She continues, "A lot of bruising."

"Olivia." George warns.

"Can I see him?" I ask.

"No."

"Of course." Olivia talks over George, squeezing my hand reassuringly before letting go. "He's in room seven." She points down the corridor.

"You may not go and see my son!" George orders, yelling slightly. I finally glance over at him, my eyes blazing as I feel my last strand of self control snap, my emotions running sky high.

"Mr Winters I don't know what I have done to make you hate me so much, but I suggest you back the fuck down right now." I snap, "I am going to see my boyfriend after his car accident, so you can go fuck yourself."

"How dare..."

"Don't fucking lecture me right now." I cut him off, my voice rising. "You've been damn right rude to me since we met because I'm not from a rich, pretentious family like your own." I snarl, "Go to hell." I finish before whirling around, uncaring about the fact that I've probably ruined any potential relationship with his parents forevermore.

I have more important things on my mind right now.

Walking briskly down the corridor it takes no time before I'm standing outside room seven, grabbing onto the handle. Despite attempting to prep myself for the sight of Brett in a hospital bed, I'm still shocked as I push the door open and step in. He looks paler than I've ever seen and despite him being slightly too big for the single bed, it still seems to dwarf him, making him look almost helpless. The stench of disinfectant fills my nose as I take a step into the room and let out the breath I've been holding, my eyes pinned on him. As if sensing my presence his eyes open slightly, a little sluggish.

"Hey!" He exclaims, a breathless sound to his voice.

"Hey." I manage to stutter out, taking another step into the room.

"I'm glad you're here." He smiles softly, his eyes drooping slightly, still high on the pain medication they've pumped him with. I flash him a small smile before it drops again as I take in his appearance, arm wrapped up and held flush against his side.

"What... what happened?" I manage, taking another step into the room.

"I don't know." He admits, lowering his head, "I was so angry after our argument..."

"This happened last night." I breathe out, eyes widening as I cut him off. This is what I've been dreading, desperately praying that the accident had happened this morning, that he hadn't caused an accident whilst driving drunk.

But he did.

"Yeah."

"After I told you not to drive." I reply, "Oh my god." I sob, hand coming up to cover my mouth.

"I'm okay Savannah." He points out, "It was really stupid of me I know..." He trails off as I look away, turning slightly as I take a step back.

"I can't be here anymore."

"I understand. You don't like hospitals. We can talk once I'm discharged." He assures and I shake my head manically.

"No. I can't be here, with you." I emphasize, gesturing towards him.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows, head moving from the pillow, a pained look on his face from the action.

"I'm done Brett." I manage to sob out, hand in front of my mouth as I shake my head once more. "I can't be with you anymore."

"What, Sav..."

"Not after what you've just done." I choke out.

"Savannah, please..."

"No." I whisper, continuing to shake my head before turning and flying out of the room, sobbing wildly as I fly passed his parents, not stopping as Olivia calls after me, needing nothing more than be as far away from here as possible.

He did the worst thing possible. The worst thing that anyone could ever do to me. I can never forgive him.

Throwing myself back into the elevator I choke on my tears, pressing the ground floor button and waiting impatiently for it to provide me with the freedom I need.

*~*~*

Standing on the edge of Rowetree Avenue I watch from behind the tape barrier as they flip the destroyed car from its roof to its wheels, a lump in my throat. The small company car clearly absorbed that majority of the impact as Brett hit the wall, a clear write off.

His parents won't care, they'll chuck as much money as they can at it before it all goes away. Fucking millionaires.

The sight of the car has me feeling sick, the thought of Brett losing control, him headed straight for that wall nearly has me bent over double, heaving at the side of the road. For some reason I can't, feeling numb ever since I left the hospital.

It wasn't hard to find out where Brett crashed, Liam and Ellis having already spoken to his Mom, both of them calling me instantly to check I was okay. They're sweet.

But it should never have been necessary. Because Brett should never have been driving. And I should have stopped him.

Calling the police would have been better than this.

*~*~*

All of the girls are out when a knock sounds at the door the next day. I grimace, pulling my lazy self off the couch, angry at whoever has interrupted me from staring at Elena's movie posters for the last hour, analysing every last detail in them. Did you know that the longer you stare into the blonde girl's eyes on the Les Miserables poster, the more lost she seems? She's stone cold and numb to any emotion, just I have been for the last twenty hours.

Stumbling towards the door, my hair cascades down out of its loose bun and falls down the side of my face as I wrench it open.

"Brett." I breathe out. He looks forlorn, his right arm in a sling as he shoots me a pleading smile.

"Can we talk?" He asks softly and I lean against the door, reaching up with a hand and itching my head, leading to more hair falling out of my hairdo.

"I..." I trail off, a hesitant look on my face.

"Please." He begs, "Just five minutes." He asks and I grimace before nodding.

"Fine." I relent, not meeting his eyes.

"A walk?" He asks, gesturing behind him.

"Can you?"

"My legs are good as new. No damage." He exclaims, attempting to make a joke. I finally look up at him, not finding him humorous in any sense. He immediately drops his head, biting his lip in regret.

I turn, grabbing hold of the door keys from behind me and walk out beside him. We head down towards the sidewalk and cross the road, towards for the park that we are so familiar with walking through, only this time there will be no hand holding, no kissing. And there never will be again.

"Sav..."

"I'm glad you're okay." I announce, cutting him off.

"Thanks." He replies softly as we continue to walk, "Savannah, I'm sorry." He says and I shut my eyes for a brief moment, unsure of how to react to his words. "Sav?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." I retort.

"I've hurt you, I know that." He admits, "You were right, I never should have got in that car. I don't know what I was thinking." I hear him choke slightly on his words. I have no doubt that he regrets what he did.

"Me neither." I reply, startled by the lack of emotion in my voice.

"I should be locked up." He shrugs and I quickly snap my face towards him, eyes widening when I see the genuine look on his face. He believes it. And he's not wrong.

"Maybe." I retort quietly, tearing my eyes back to the face in front of us.

"What I did was unforgivable, the worst thing anyone could ever do," He grabs hold of my arm, attempting to get me to look at him, "But I'm begging you Savannah. I need you."

"I... I can't forgive you." I manage to reply, finally turning to look up at him. "I tried to stop you." I breathe out, shaking my head. "You could have hurt someone else on the road Brett." I snap, "Just like my parents."

"I know." He chokes out, "Sav..."

"I can't." I admit, a tear finally escaping from my eye. He takes a step forward, reaching towards it, but I shake my head, holding my hand up to stop him.

"I can't lose you again." He pleads, his own expression looking close to breaking point.

"You already have." I blurt out, the tears running down my cheeks thick and fast now.

"No!" He sucks in a breath, taking a step back, his own eyes filling with a panicked, hurt emotion, "Don't say that."

"I'm sorry." My voice cracks as I shake my head.

"I lov..."

"Don't. Nothing you say is going to change my mind." I cut him off, never wanting to hear those words.

"Savannah..."

"You should take the job with your Dad Brett." I plead with him, "Do college part time." I nod my head as the tears continue to fall, "It's what you want to do, but you didn't want to leave me here." I shrug, "You'll still be able to play football, and you'll see Alice and your Mom more."

"I need you..."

"No you don't." I cut him off, finally noticing a tear escape his eye. The sight nearly breaks me. "You're strong."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are." I retort before glancing behind us at the path we've left behind. "I'm going to go."

"Sav..." He reaches out towards me and I shake my head. "Let me explain the accident..."

"We're done Brett." I manage, "I'm sorry."

"Please..."

"At the first opportunity you get, I beg you, please leave your Dad's company. It's only going to make your life miserable." I choke out, tears now streaming down my face as I take one last look at him, "Goodbye Brett." I manage before ripping my eyes away from the boy I love, and back onto the blurry outlines of the path, hurrying away before I second guess myself.

"Savannah!" I hear his pained voice call out, a tortured beg which causes a huge sob to erupt from my mouth, my hand slapping against my mouth as I try to contain it. I break out into a run, desperate to get as far away from him as possible in the quickest way.

I head straight back towards the house, the aim to run straight for my bed and lie there for the next sixty seven days, never moving.

Hell, I don't even feel like stuffing myself with food, the thought of cake making me feel sick, my entire appetite disappearing as soon as Brett ploughed into that brick wall. I feel nauseous at the thought of food, at the idea of getting out of bed every day.

Grabbing hold of the front door I fling it open, throwing myself inside and slamming the door behind me. My eyes immediately fall onto the black haired girl who jumps up from her seat on the stairs at my entrance, worry etched into her features.

"Bec?" I breathe out. She's here.

"I came as soon as Elena rang me!" She exclaims, taking a step towards me. Dropping my keys onto the floor my resolve is completely gone and my face creases up with angst.

"He..." I sob, "He..."

"I know!" Becky grabs hold of me as we slide down onto the floor together, her arms wrapped around me, holding me in front of her.

"I... I can't..."

"I know." Becky soothes, rubbing my arm reassuringly.

"I love him so much Becky..." I cry.

"I know you do babe." She replies softly, "I'm here." She declares, pulling me closer into her, whispering comforting words into my ear as I dry heave, the tears flooding out onto the wooden floor, my hair clutched in my hands tightly - wanting nothing more than to pull it all out.

I'm heartbroken and I don't think I'll ever be the same again.

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Ahhh I'm so sorry I did it again!!!! Anyone see this coming? He's an idiot.

Let me know your thoughts - which was better so far, Part One or Part Two?

Please don't give up on me now, stay tuned for Part Three... the most dramatic chapters are yet to come! 💙