Friday, September 10, 2010

Wings: Final Chapter!

Aaron’s P.O.V.

I searched and searched through the papers for the drawing of Elena, finding nothing.
“Looking for this?”
I froze. I turned slowly, and realized even slower that my brother was standing right in front of me, holding up the drawing. He held it out and waited for me to grab it.
I reached out for it, feeling a strange warmth as I gripped it carefully between my fingers.
“Just wanted to say good luck,” Adam told me, smirking. “Elena won’t be easy.”
“I kind of figured that out already,” I muttered.
He laughed, then looked at me sincerely. “I’ll miss you guys like hell.”
I smiled. “Luckily, that’s not where you’re going.” I lowered my voice. “I’ll miss you, too.”
“Take care of her and my Naomi for me. This isn’t goodbye, but I still just wanted to let you know that I’ll always be watching, so don’t think of doing anything stupid.” He gave me a look of warning. “If you ever break Elena’s heart…you don’t even want to know.”
I shook my head. “I could never hurt her.” I looked down at Elena’s drawn face.
“Thank you, Adam,” I whispered, still looking down. “I promise you, I’ll try to make her as happy as you did.”
“No,” he told me. “You’ll make her much happier. I know you will.”
“There was something I always wanted to ask you, but I was afraid you’d get mad.”
“What is it?”
“How’s she in bed?” But when I looked back up, he was gone, leaving a golden piece of paper in his place on the floor. I picked up his note.
Find out for yourself, the paper read, and I smirked.
I ran back downstairs where I found Elena thanking Diego and Cam for watching Naomi while we were gone, the drawing and Adam’s note in my hands.
I noticed little Naomi and the dog Cam had gotten for me as a present sleeping on the pullout couch, which Elena had found in the basement a few days ago.
After they left, Elena took Naomi up to her crib, and we plopped down on the bed. She was suddenly on top of me, biting her lip and leaning in seductively. Her lips met mine, and I pulled her closer, not wanting to let her go for even a second, now that I finally had her all to myself.
I was relieved that I could finally be with her without feeling guilty, without having to restrain myself.
I pulled away slowly, and laughed when I saw that she hadn’t wanted me to. “I thought you said it was too soon?” I told her, smug.
She shrugged, and I pulled Adam’s note out of my pocket. “I saw Adam and asked him how you were in bed,” I explained, holding out the paper to her.
Her eyes skimmed the note, then looked back at me and the smile on my face.
“Oh, shut up and kiss me,” she muttered, throwing the paper over her shoulder.
Happy to oblige, I thought as I laid my lips on hers, anxious to have her in my arms as I‘d imagined so many times.
Finally.

Epilogue

Skye’s P.O.V.

We had done something special for Adam’s funeral. Since he had always wanted to go to Brazil, and he surprised me by taking me there on our honeymoon, we decided to whip up a ceremony in his honor. We wanted his memory to live on, not bury it in the depths of our mind like the majority of people. Everyone that knew Adam, Aaron, Naomi, the dog and I, his mother and her boyfriend and daughter, my father, Noah and Ariana, and even Cam and Diego, came dressed in white. We all gathered at a beach in Rio and got in a circle in the water just before sunset. Everyone said a few words, then threw a white rose in the center.
Everyone had returned back home to San Diego except for the four of us. Aaron had insisted on staying her a while longer, why, I didn’t know.
And now I was meeting him at the beach. I hadn’t seen him the whole day. I’d just found a note.
We’ll be waiting at the beach at sunset, it read. I have a surprise for the family.
My throat had tightened at the word family.
When I got there, I found him with Naomi and Charlie, which is what he had named the dog, sitting on a checkered blanket surrounded by rose petals and candles.
“A picnic?” I asked him as I walked up to them, touched.
“It’s more than a picnic. Isn’t it, Squirt?” he said, looking down at Naomi as he stood. Then he looked at me, his adoring eyes melting my heart. “It’s a proposal,” he finished.
I felt my lips begin to quiver as he got on one knee, pulling out a ring. I found it ironic that Adam’s twin was proposing to me. Déjà vu.
“I love you, Elena,” he told me. “And nothing would make me happier than for you to marry me.”
“Not one for words, are you?” I asked him as I took the ring from his hand and placed it on my finger.
“You know I’m more of one to take action,” he said, rising, smirking the smug smile I’d seen too many times.
“You can say that again,” I said smiling as I laid my lips on his, his hands around my waist holding me closer as the sun disappeared behind the horizon.
Charlie barked and Naomi cooed loudly, and I realized this really was family. A family that I could expand with Aaron, and nothing would make me happier than to do so. I smiled as we kissed, knowing that there was only one thing to call this joy I felt.
Love.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Wings:Chapter Seven And Eight

Monday's Chapter

Skye's P.O.V.

As soon as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, I appeared in the brightest place, nothing but the sky, and a flat white field around me. The middle of nowhere. Nonetheless, it was beautiful.
I saw Adam right in front of me from where I stood, my face deep in his chest. I quickly realized that I was in Adam’s embrace. I felt arms around my waist, and something even softer wrapping my entire body, as if we were both in a warm blanket.
But this was no blanket. There was nothing on earth as soft and warm as this. And as hard. It was stiff and as hard as steel, but yet, it was so blissfully soft. It made me feel protected and loved at the same time. It was the most heavenly thing I ever felt.
I lifted my face and observed what this thing surrounding us was.
They were…wings.
Holding me close to Adam.
My lip quivered as I looked up at Adam’s face. He was looking down at me, smiling.
“Hello, Angel,” he said softly.
“You’re the Angel here,” I whispered as I felt his wings. It was so steel-like, and yet, the feathers slipped through my fingers with ease.
“Your Angel,” he whispered back.
He let his wings spread out away from me. I took a step back.
He was so beautiful. There was a light, I noticed, that surrounded him. He was glowing all over. His violet eyes glowed with a grey around the edges that I’d never noticed before. His wings had a faint gold shimmer to them. And his smile, that had always seemed to gleam, was whiter than ever.
He reached down for my hand and slipped his fingers though mine.
He began pulling me forward, his way of insisting that I walk with him.
“They offered us a contract, you know,” he began casually. He looked over at me, waiting for me to say something, then continued when I didn’t.
“We had to turn it down.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I refused.” He shrugged and looked down at me again. “I never told you this, because I knew you would disagree, but I was going to quit the band once this was all over.”
“How come?” I asked
He let go of my hand and stopped walking. “Elena, I had you and Naomi to worry about. Do you actually think I’d leave you to perform around the world?”
I winced. “Was the offer that big?”
“Yes.”
“Then yeah, I do think that! Why didn’t you take it? It could have been such a big opportunity for you.”
“I don’t give a damn about opportunity when it comes to family,” he said in a strong voice. Then, in a softer tone, he told me, “I would give up anything for you and Naomi.”
When a tear made its way down my face, Adam said cautiously, afraid to set something off, “Being…an angel means that I have the knowledge. Of everything. Every thought that ever ran past your head, every moment in your life, every tragedy that you cried about, every feeling you’ve had, every secret you ever kept from me.” He paused to give me a second to take that all in. “I don’t know how my mind can just see it all, but it can. I know everything about you, Aaron, and everyone else in the whole world. Everything about the past, the present and future…And even how things would have been if they had occurred differently.”
I swallowed, realizing what he meant by this. He saw how it would have all turned out if he had never…died.
“Would you like to see?”
“Yes,” I whispered, nodding.
He took my hand again, and it all went black.
Then we were back in the hospital.

Today's Chapter

Skye's P.O.V.

I saw myself, with the same worried expression that I’d wore when I was anxiously waiting for news on Adam, Aaron by my side.
The same Dr. Alvarez attended us, and we stood.
“They’re all fine,” he assured us. “A few cuts, here and there, but they’ll be all better after some well-needed rest.”
I watched myself sigh in relief. “Take me to him,” the replica in front of me requested, the same thing I had said before, but now in an anxious voice.
Adam and I followed the clones down the same hallway, into the same room. Everything was the same in the scene that had been, except this time, I was relieved and happy as I saw Adam walk out of the room, a large bandage wrapped around his waist. The bruises and scratches were not as graphic as they had actually been.
Dr. Alvarez walked back the way we had come, and I dug my face into Adam’s chest. He whimpered quietly as he flinched, and I leaned away quickly. “I’m sorry,” my clone told Adam’s clone. The fake Adam smiled. “Worth it,” he said, then pulled me back into him.
“Glad you’re not dead,” the fake Aaron muttered softly. I watched as I pulled away from Adam to let him face Aaron. Adam laughed. “Glad you didn’t hope I was.”
Aaron joined him in his laugh, and then they both stopped abruptly.
And then, just when I thought that Adam and Aaron could never repeat what they had done at the wedding, they pulled each other into a firm hug, patting each other softly on the back.
The scene in front of me fainted slowly, then disappeared entirely, and we were back at the white field.
Adam squeezed my hand and held it up to where his heart should have been, but I couldn’t feel it beating. I sucked in a breath of air.
“Whether I’m dead or alive, Skye, I’ll always watch over you and Naomi.” He paused, then continued. “And like I said, I know everything. And I know that you love me, but I know that you love Aaron much more. Maybe you don’t know it, but I do. So I want you to be with him.”
I looked over at him, tears in my eyes. “But-”
He placed a finger over my lips. “Being with someone else doesn’t necessarily mean you have to let go.”
I sighed in relief, realizing what his words meant. That I could live my life and not have to worry about losing him.
“I’ll always be with you, watching over you, in your heart, in your dreams.” Adam placed his hand on my cheek and closed his eyes. He opened them again. “I love you. And I always will.”
He leaned in, and pressed his lips against mine.
It was the most heavenly thing I ever felt, better than the warm and protected feeling of his wings around me, holding me close to Adam. Better than any kiss from him before, any from Aaron.
It was pure bliss.
And then he was fading.
No! I thought. You can’t slip through my fingers. Not now.
I was alone in the white field.
My eyes flew open.

Ninth Chapter! (Bonus for understanding my late posting.)


I stayed frozen where I was for a few moments, making sure that I remembered every second of that dream, relived when I realized I did. I remembered it as clearly as I would have remembered it if it had actually happened.
My heart racing, I heard Aaron next to me ask, “Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.”
“Not a ghost,” I said slowly. “An angel.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I saw Adam,” I explained.
He looked at me in sympathy. “Skye, I’m sorry, but it was just a dream.”
“No, it wasn’t. Well, it was, but he-” I froze as I saw something glow a feint gold light. I gasped as I reached out for the feather laying on Aaron’s shoulder and held it up in front of his face. His eyes widened as he observed.
“Still don’t believe me?”
His hands began shaking. “I…I don’t-”
“Here.” I put the feather in his hand. “Try to bend it.”
He did as he was told, and when he couldn’t no matter how hard he struggled, he exhaled in shock. “B-but how?” he stammered.
I put my hand on his cheek. “Because it really was him,” I whispered.
I felt his body shiver. “What…what did he say?”
I looked down at my hand as I let it fall from his face. “To move on. To live my life and be happy. With you.”
He lifted my head with his hand. “Are you?” He asked me, hopeful.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I remembered Adam’s words about living my life and not having to let go. Nothing else could possibly make me feel more at peace than knowing that I could trust his reassuring words.
I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders as I realized that I didn’t really lose Adam at all. He was gone, and I had felt like the world would end when I accepted this, but he would always be with me, watching over us.
I opened my eyes.
“Yes,” I answered.
He smiled the biggest smile I’d ever seen from him, and for the first time ever, as he rested his lips on mine, I felt no guilt, felt that this is what Adam would want for me, felt that I could finally be truly happy.

Final Chapter will be posted on Friday!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Wings: Chapter Seven

Aaron’s P.O.V.

Her lips wouldn’t stop quivering. We were still in the waiting room, anxious to hear from someone. I didn’t know who we’d hear about first, because Adam, Noah, and Ariana had all been in that car. We still didn’t now how it happened.
A middle-aged man in a long, white jacket walked up to us a few minutes later, and we stood. Dr. Alvarez, his nametag read.
“Mr. and Mrs. Walker are both just fine, but I’m afraid your husband is in grave condition.”
It took Elena a moment to take it all in. “Take me to him,” she finally pleaded.
The doctor led her, and I followed behind them.
He stopped at the door. “I’ll let you have minute alone with him.” Alvarez walked away.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Elena walked into the room with her head held high.
I was still standing right around the corner, afraid of what I would see once I walked in. I hesitated as Elena had, but then finally rounded that small corner. I froze as soon as I could see what was in front of me.
There was my brother, laying on the bed shirtless, revealing all of his injuries. He was a replica of me, now that his eyes were closed. If it weren’t for the dozens of bloody scratches and stitches and horrid bruises, I’d think I was looking in the mirror.
Elena stood by the bed and laid her hand on Adam’s. His eyes opened slowly, and he smiled weakly.
“There’s my girl,” he sighed. “How are Noah and Ari?”
“They’re fine,” Elena told her in a thin voice, on the edge of breaking. “And so will you.”
He suddenly winced in pain. “I was only two blocks away,” he began in a rough voice. “So close. So stupid! It’s all my fault. I should have been more careful.”
“Please,” Elena whispered. “Don’t speak.”
He raised his hand to Elena’s face. She held it there.
“I love you,” he told her. “And tell Naomi that, too. Tell her I’m sorry that I won’t be there for her.”
“No,” Elena cried. “Don’t say your goodbyes just yet, Adam. Don’t you dare leave me!”
He took one last look at Elena before looking over at me, still standing by the door.
“Take care of them,” Adam whispered. His hand fell from her face and his eyes closed.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
No!” Elena shrieked.
I came up from behind and pulled her away, because I knew that if she got a hold of Adam, she would never want to let go.
She struggled to break free from my grasp, reaching out for Adam, crying, as doctors rushed into the room, crowding over the corpse.
I had to bite down hard on my lip to not let Elena go. It was almost impossible for me to deny Elena something she really wanted, especially this.
She finally gave in and dug her face in my chest, sobbing.
My brother was gone. He was dead, and I could feel that a small part of me had gone along with him.

The silence in the car was killing me.
Elena just sat there, her tired eyes red and puffy from all of her sobbing. Her hands were clenched into fists, knuckles turning white.
I had never seen this devastated, and I wanted so badly to comfort her, but at the same time, I was afraid to even lift a finger and set something off.
I couldn’t help but feel guilty. All the times that I held Elena while he was away, all the times I laid my lips on hers…
And now he was gone.
Just say something already, I told myself. Anything.
But when I opened my mouth, she beat me to it.
“Pull over.”
I closed my mouth again and obeyed. I turned the key in the ignition and turned to look at her.
She was looking right at me, and the pain in her sad blue eyes was obvious.
That’s it, I thought, giving in to my need to comfort her. I wrapped my arms tight around her, holding her close. Her nails dug into my skin as she cried.
“It’s not fair,” she mumbled into my neck.
I smoothed her hair, feeling her pain. “No, it’s not.” I paused. “Listen, Elena, I’m sorry for all of this. I’ve been making you suffer by not keeping my promise in letting you live your life happily with Adam.” I chocked on the last word, and Elena cringed.
“Sounds like the guilt is eating the both of us alive,” she whispered. She took a deep breath and pulled away from me.
I wiped away a tear that was making it’s way down her cheek. “Some birthday, huh?”
She flinched, and I sighed, turning the key again.
I was parking the car in front of the house a few minutes later. When I went around to open the door for Elena and help her out, she was staring at the house, a sadness in her eyes. They looked scared.
When she hopped down from the car, I squeezed her hand. She pulled away from my grasp and started to run.
“Damn it,” I mumbled as I got back in the car, hoping that my hunch of where she was going was right.

Skye’s P.O.V.

I could hear my sneakers against the pavement as I ran.
I couldn’t face Naomi. I wouldn’t be able to look into her violet eyes, into her eyes that were so much like her father’s had been.
How could I ever enter that house again, with all of those burning memories still alive inside my head. Adam was a fire in my heart, a flame that refused to die.
And I wouldn’t let it. I couldn’t allow myself to forget him so easily. I couldn’t be happy now. I couldn’t ever have been happy. It was almost as if being miserable was my unfortunate fate, my inevitable destiny.
And then I burst through the doors, gasping and choking on my tears as I looked around.
It was exactly as I remembered it. The place where we’d met. Where Adam had proposed to me…
I fell to my knees and sobbed into my hands.
“I thought I might find you here.”
I looked up at the stage. I must have been hallucinating, because I could’ve sworn I saw Adam right there, in the flesh.
I slowly realized that it was Aaron who was standing in front of me.
A whimper escaped my lips, and he jumped down from the stage and put his arms around me. “Let’s go home. You need to rest.”
Home!?” I shrieked. “What makes you think I can ever step foot in that house again?”
I dug my face in his chest, and he held me closer. “Because I’ll be there to help you through it,” he said in a somber voice.
I looked up at him, touching his face with my fingertips. “No. More than ever, it could never work between us.”
He winced. “Why not?” My hand dropped from his face, but he pulled it up to his lips and kissed them softly. I pulled my hand away. “Why can’t you just try to move on? I know it hurts. It hurts me, too. But couldn’t just do it for me? For Adam?”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Because it’s not fair to him! You want me to forget about him, as if nothing had happened. I could never do that to him!”
Not fair to him!?” He asked, his voice incredulous. “Skye, he’s dead! You’re going to except that sooner or later!”
“How could you sat that so easily?” I cried. My whole body shook, and my throat already hurt badly from all of the crying, let alone the yelling. I was too weak for this, too tired.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a soft voice. “But I need a better reason than that to why you can’t just try to love me the way I love you. The way Adam always loved you.”
“Because I couldn’t possibly bare it! Do you have any idea how I would feel having to look at you everyday and remember?” I looked down.
“Nothing’s impossible, Elena,” he said softly in a hopeful voice, lifting my face to look at him. “You look just like him. Too much like him.” I swallowed hard. “I just can’t right now, Aaron. I’m sorry. It‘s too soon.”
He sighed. “I tried not to get my hopes up too much. Anyway, just come back to the house. You need sleep. Please. I’m begging you.”
“Fine,” I answered him. “I’ll sleep. But make me go back there. Not yet.”
He forced a smile. “The car’s out in the back.”

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Wings: Chapter Five And Six

Sorry for not posting on Monday, but I was making preparations for my high school orientation. But here's Modays's post, and today's!

Chapter Five

Skye’s P.O.V.

I plopped down on the bed, exhausted. Good thing Naomi was sleeping peacefully in her crib.
“Rough day at work?” Aaron asked with that smug smile of his. It made me wonder why he always smirked mostly around me.
“Yeah,” I answered. “Thank God tomorrow’s Friday.”
I had Friday’s off, and Aaron had Thursday’s, which was why he was home today. He had tomorrow off also because it was his and Adam’s birthday.
It was already two weeks since Adam had left, and I had been so glad when he called and said he was coming over to visit for his special day.
Aaron pulled me closer, and I let him.
This had become something normal at nights, and I felt guilty for letting it become something, but I’d gotten too used to it.
“Tell me something,” I began, wondering. “Before the wedding with Adam, you said you’d leave me alone and let me live my life with Adam. But ever since Adam left, you’ve done everything but that. Why?”
I looked up at him, and his face gave nothing away. “Because…Because I just can’t. No mater how hard I try, I can’t find myself able to give up on you. I didn’t want to come between you and Adam, because I never wanted to do anything to hurt my brother, but I just don’t care anymore. I want you too badly.”
I saw a different side of Aaron I’d never seen before as he said this, saw him in a new light. Almost like the old Aaron, the kind, sensitive Aaron, but with something that I’d never noticed before. The Aaron that…the Aaron that could feel. Felt pain, felt needs. A vulnerable Aaron.
I had a moment of weakness, and I couldn’t resist pulling his face to mine. His arms gripped tightly around my waist as I pressed my lips against his, and he moaned softly when I slipped my hands through his shirt. He ended up taking it off.
I realized that I had wanted this since the last time we had kissed. I wanted to taste his lips, wanted him to hold me close and kiss me fiercely. I could feel his need to be close to me, to hold me like this all the time. This was the same need I felt for him.
We didn’t need or want to come up for air when our breathing became heavy. We just needed to be close, wanted to feel each other’s desire for this.
My mind was blank as Aaron continued to kiss me. Every one of his touches made me shiver in pleasure. His lips followed every movement mine made. He made his way down my neck, then back up to my mouth. He tugged on my shirt, and I climbed on top of him. He licked my lips, and a moan of my own escaped from my throat.
Adam’s kisses had never been like this. They were so much better…
That thought snapped me back into reality. I pulled away quickly, panting for air.
I was still on top of him, but I couldn’t force myself to stand up. I bit my lip as his heavy breathing tickled my skin.
He closed his eyes and sighed. “And that’s why I’ll never give up.”

Chapter Six

Skye's P.O.V.

The doorbell rang.
“Hey, Cam! Come in.”
He stepped inside, a little girl’s arm in one hand, a big box in the other. It looked like an oversized shoes box, with a big bow placed on the cover.
I took the box from his hand, and he pushed his bronze hair out of his green eyes.
I opened the box to sneak a peak, and out came a furry little head with floppy ears, it‘s tongue hanging out of its mouth a little.
“Oh, wow, Cam! You got him a puppy?”
He shrugged. “I’ve been friends with him for a while now. I know how much he’s always wanted a retriever. And I thought maybe it’ll give Naomi some company.”
“Are you sure he’s okay in there?” I asked him.
As if to answer my question, the puppy barked, not too loudly thankfully, and hid back into the box.
“He’s fine. It's not like I've kept him in the box all day. He comes up for air when he needs to.” Cam smiled. “So where are the birthday brothers?”
“Adam’s not here yet, but I think Aaron’s upstairs getting ready.”
“No I’m not,” I heard Adam say, coming up behind me. He looked down at the little girl and knelt down to her level. “And who is this?”
“I’m Lila,” the girl answered in a high-pitched voice.
“She’s my little sister,” Cam explained.”
“Well, let’s get this princess a seat,” he said, wear a sweet smile I’d only seen him wear when he’s with Naomi. He grabbed Lila’s hand and steered into the living room. Cam followed.
Cam and Diego were the only ones we invited, still waiting for Adam and the band. I’d been sitting by the phone all day, hoping to from him.
Aaron came back into the room. “Could you help me with something, Elena?” he asked, tugging at my sleeve.
“Yeah, right. I know you well enough that this is just one of your stupid dirty tricks to get me alone.”
“Well, yes,” he admitted. “But that’s not why I want to get you alone.” He put on an innocent smile that melted my heart. “I want to give you something.”
I sighed and gave in.
I followed him up to his room, and he closed the door. He started searching from some papers on the desk, and pulled out a notebook. He began skimming through the pages, and stopped a few pages into it.
He swallowed, and handed the notebook over to me.
It showed a head, with a cascade of long, black hair that flowed past a bare neck and smooth shoulders. The face revealed full, soft lips under a perfectly drawn nose.
All of this was in pencil, except for the eyes, which he had colored in with a vibrant blue.
It was me.
I sucked in a breath of air. “I-I didn’t know you could draw,” I stuttered.
“Well, it was never really a hobby of mine, but I was always told I was good.”
He looked down at his drawing and ran his thumb by my drawn face, from the brows, down to my neck and shoulders. “So I drew you,” he finished in a thin voice.
I shook my head fiercely as I slammed the notebook down on the desk. “Why are you giving me this? Why are you doing this to me? Why, why, why?”
“I told you already.” He gained up on me, only inches away from my face.
“And I told you already: It’ll never happen!”
“Oh, yeah?” he chuckled. “Then why are you so close?”
I was about to correct him and tell him that he was the one that was close, when he closed the little distance there was between us.
I shoved away a little later than I should have, but as soon as I did, I let my hand swing right across his face, so hard, it hurt my hand.
“I’d say I had that coming but ow!” he said, rubbing his cheek.
I scoffed and turned to march back downstairs.
Some thank you for such a thoughtful gift. It looked just like me…
When I entered the living room, Lila was pulling on Diego’s black hair, making Naomi laugh hard. I joined them for a while. When it started to get dark, I began to worry. Adam said he’d taken an early flight. The phone rang, and I was irritated and a little bit jealous when Aaron beat me to it.
With an exchange of words, Aaron’s face pulled down into a look that just looked broken. When he hung up the phone, he didn’t take his eyes off of me, then he was fumbling to take something out of his pocket. He pulled out his keys, then grabbed my wrist and started tugging me toward the door.
“Could you guys keep an eye on Naomi? We won’t be gone long.”
I couldn’t be more confused as Aaron rushed me into the car.
“Aaron, where are we going? What’s going on?”
“The hospital,” he answered, shoving the key into its place. “There’s been an accident.”

Ooh, cliffhanger!!! Sorry, guys.