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CHAPTER 55 Brittany
At five in the morning, my ringing cell phone wakes me up. Its Isabel, probably wanting advice about Paco.
"Do you know what time it is?" I ask when I answer the call.
"Hes dead, Brittany. Hes gone. "
"Who?" I ask frantically.
"Paco. And . . . I didnt know if I should call you, but youll find out eventually that Alex was there also and--"
My fingers tighten on the phone. "Wheres Alex? Is he okay? Please tell me hes okay. I beg of you, Isa. Please. "
"He was shot. "
For a second, I wait for her to say the dreaded words. Hes dead. But she doesnt. "Hes in surgery at Lakeshore Hospital. "
Before she finishes the sentence, Im ripping off my pjs and frantically throwing on clothes. Grabbing my keys, I head out the door still holding my cell phone tight as Isabel relays all of the details she knows.
The drug deal went bad and Paco and Hector are dead. Alex was shot, and is in surgery. Thats all she knows.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," I chant throughout the ride to the hospital after I hang up with Isabel. When I spent the evening with Alex last night, I was sure he would choose me over the drug deal. He might have betrayed our love, but I cant.
Deep sobs rack me. Paco assured me yesterday he was going to make sure Alex didnt do the drug deal but . . . oh, God. Paco took Alexs place and ended up dead. Poor, sweet Paco.
Im trying to drown out the images of Alex not making it through the surgery. A part of me will die with him.
I ask the hospital receptionist where I should wait for updates on Alexs condition.
The lady asks me to spell his name, then types it on her keyboard. The sound is making me crazy. Shes taking so long I want to grab her shoulders and shake her into going faster.
The woman looks at me with curious eyes. Are you family?"
"Yes. "
"Relation?"
"Sister. "
The lady shakes her head in disbelief, then shrugs. "Alejandro Fuentes was brought in with a gunshot wound. "
"Hes going to be okay, right?" I cry.
The lady punches her keyboard again. "It looks like hes been in surgery all morning, Miss Fuentes. The waiting room is the orange room down the hall on the right. The doctor will inform you of your brothers prognosis after surgery. "
I clutch the counter. "Thank you. "
At the waiting room, I freeze as soon as I see Alexs mother and two brothers huddled in the corner, sitting on orange-colored hospital chairs. His mother looks up first. Her eyes are bloodshot and tears stream down her face.
My hand goes to my mouth and I cant help a sob from escaping; I cant hold it in. Tears well in my eyes, and through the blurriness I see Mrs. Fuentes open her arms to me.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I run into her embrace.
His hand twitched.
I lift my head from Alexs hospital bed. Ive sat beside him through the night waiting for him to wake up. His mother and brothers havent left his side, either.
The doctor said it could be hours before hes conscious.
I wet a paper towel from the hospital room sink and touch it to Alexs forehead. Ive done this throughout the night as he sweated and thrashed in a restless sleep.
His eyes flutter. I can tell hes fighting the sedation as he forces them open. "Where am I?" His voice is scratchy and faint.
"The hospital," his mom says as she rushes to his side.
"You were shot," Carlos adds, his voice full of agony.
Alexs brows draw together in confusion. "Paco . . . ," he says, his voice hitching.
"Dont think about that right now," I say, trying to hold my emotion in with little success. I need to be strong for him now and I wont let him down.
I think hes about to reach for my hand, but a pained expression crosses his face and he pulls back. I have so much to tell him, so much to say. I wish I could have a Do Over Day and change the past. I wish I could have saved Paco and Alex from their fates.
His eyes are still glassy from drowsiness when he looks at me and says, "Why are you here?"
I watch as his mom rubs his arm, trying to lend him comfort. "Brittany stayed all night, Alex. Shes worried about you. "
"Let me talk to her. Alone," he says weakly.
His brothers and mother exit the room, giving us privacy.
When were alone, he winces in pain as he adjusts his position. Then he glares at me. "I want you to leave. "
"You dont mean that," I say, reaching for his hand. He cant mean it.
He jerks his hand away, as if my touch burned him. "Yes. I do. "
"Alex, well get through this. I love you. "
He turns his head and focuses on the floor. He swallows and clears his throat. "I fucked you because of a bet, Brittany," he says softly, but his words come out crystal clear. "It didnt mean anythin to me. You dont mean anythin to me. "
I step back as Alexs hurtful words seep into my brain. "No," I whisper.
"You and me . . . it was a game. I bet Lucky his RX-7 that I could fuck you before Thanksgiving. "
When Alex referred to our lovemaking as a "fuck," I cringed. Galling it sex would have left a bitter taste in my mouth. Calling it a "fuck" makes my stomach churn. I keep my hands limp at my sides. I want to make him take back his words. "Youre lying. "
He turns his gaze from the floor and looks right into my eyes. Oh, God. Theres no emotion there. His eyes are as steely as his words. "Youre pathetic if you think this thing between us was real. "
I shake my head violently. "Dont hurt me, Alex. Not you. Not now. " My lips are trembling as I mouth a silent but pleading, "Please. " When he doesnt respond I take another step back, almost stumbling as I think about me, the real me only Alex knows. In a pitiful whisper I tell him, "I trusted you. "
"That was your mistake, not mine. "
He touches his left shoulder and winces in pain before a group of his friends file into the room. They offer him condolences and sympathy while I stand frozen in the corner, completely unnoticed.
"Was it all for the bet?" I say above the commotion.
The six or so people in the room stare at me. Even Alex. Isabel steps toward me, but I hold up a hand and stop her.
"Is it true? Did Alex make a bet to have sex with me?" I say, because I still cant wrap my brain around Alexs hurtful words. It cant be true.
All eyes drift to him, but Alexs eyes penetrate my own.
"Tell her," Alex orders.
A guy named Sam lifts his head up. "Well, uh, yeah. He won Luckys RX-7. "
I back up to the hospital room door, trying to hold my head high. A cold, hard expression settles on Alexs face.
My throat threatens to close as I say, "Congratulations, Alex. You win. I hope you like your new car. "
As I grab the door handle to leave, Alexs steely glare turns to relief. I calmly walk out of the room. I hear Isabel come up behind me when Im in the hallway, but I run away from her, the hospital, and Alex. Unfortunately, I cant run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know Ill never be the same.
