CHAPTER TWO - THE UNEXPECTED... ACCIDENT?!

a sudden turn of events...

April jerked up, kicking the bed sheets off her feet glancing on the alarm clock by her bedside. The clock ticked, “Eight o’clock!” she beamed dashing out of her bed and onto the bathroom.

She can’t believe she overslept, she swore she had set the alarm early, but what made it worst was her father hadn’t woken her up.

She was running out of time, if she rinsed herself quickly and with all her strength run to school as fast as she can, she would arrive to there with five minutes to spare.

Gnawing on the book bag on her mouth, she tied her silky long chocolate brown hair high up at the back of her head ready to dash out the front door when she passed by her father’s room. His door was slightly open without any sign of life and light. Peaking inside, she found him still sound asleep in the dark depths of his quarters.

“Oh Officer McDaniel’s...” She whispered shaking her head disapprovingly as she headed out of the front door of their vanilla and strawberry coated home, leaving the man undisturbed. Unlike most officers he had the luxury of getting to work whenever he please due to the fact that he was a legend.

She glanced on her watched, at this rate she’d be late and even running won’t do. If she called a cab, she’d arrive there even later seeing how the taxi service in their town took their sweet time arriving.

Thinking over what she would do, she had decided to run over to school. Unlike her father, she was rather weak when it came to physical endurance. Her head was still pounding chaotically, her breath was unsteady and because she was in a rush everything around her was misplaced: stray strands of her hair was puffing out of her head, her uniform wasn’t ironed beforehand and so it was wrinkled, her shirt buttons were uneven, and her socks were mismatched.

She was a few blocks away from school she had to cross over to the other side to get there. Like her father said whenever crossing the road, she had looked from left and right. Seeing everything around her was safe, she had crossed over hurriedly unaware of the incoming car hurling towards her.

April flinched in the middle of the road, staring at the incoming vehicle. Her feet were unexpectedly heavy and she couldn’t move.  She was so close to colliding with the car when it halted nearly hitting her entire entity. She fell on her knees, shocked and weeping loudly. The driver got down to comfort her, looking up she had identified him as her worst nightmare, Johan Gibson.

“You?” she bawled burying her head on his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears.

“Are you alright? Can you walk?” his tone of voice was incomparable to what she’d usually hear; he sounded more of sincerely worried. Seeing how scared she was he had carried her into the passenger’s seat of his car, driving her to the nearest clinic.

Traumatized by the earlier incident, the clinician advised her to stay there for the time being until they give her the all clear signal after further examination. They had given her a narcotic having her fall asleep in an instant.

Johan sat beside her, squeezing her hand as she calmly dozed off. Although in her eyes he was a bully who liked to tease her, he had a soft side of him, which she had never seen before. While she was asleep, he had watched over her, admiring the teenage beauty, with his expression soft and filled with outmost sincerity and apology.

April felt a sudden shift of movement beside her, slowly opening her eyes she found nothing besides a foreign room and an annoying beeping machine with tube sticking out on her arm. Her arm was numb, but the familiar warmth on her palms had remained. She knew she wasn’t alone moment’s ago, and she knew that whoever it was that had brought her there was probably someone she knew.

Chills ran down her spine, she always had Goosebumps whenever she was in the ghostly quarters of a hospital. She was close to having a mental breakdown when, a light knock came from the metal door of the room, and woman in a white nurse uniform had entered smiling sweetly as she laid a tray on the shelf beside her bedside.

“Are you feeling well Miss McDaniel?” her angelic voice rang softly in April’s ears; she was short and young and just like her heavenly voice looked perfect like an angel.

“How did I get here?” April questioned trying to sit up but failed to do so with the sudden pain surging inside her.

“Please don’t move too much, rest for a while we had given you a narcotic, you’ll feel a little hazy and sore.” She reassured patting her hand as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Are you looking for your boyfriend?”

April’s eyes widened she had no boyfriend, nor did she have a friend. She was always a loner who did well observing others and expressed her emotions through her work of art. “Boyfriend, I don’t have a boyfriend.” She let out, grimacing in pain.

“He’s not your boyfriend? He was really worried about you he was here moments ago watching over you.”

“What was his name?”

“He didn’t say, he was wearing the same school uniform tag as you from Prada High School, he was charming, had short spikey hazel brown hair, slightly muscular, baby faced with a harsh tone of voice.”

“Johan?” she whispered doubting the thought.

“He didn’t want to say his name, when you were rushed to the emergency room, he only gave out your info saying whoever he was didn’t matter. We had contacted your father he would be here right away.”  

“The guy who brought me here, is he still here?”

“He just left moments ago you want me to look for him?”

“No it’s alright. It would be troublesome, I’m sorry I troubled you, you must be really busy.”

“My job is to make sure our patients is alright, so don’t apologize.”

April thanked the woman who had excused herself and faced the other side of her bed deep in thought. Could it be Johan? She doubt it, he wouldn’t do such a thing, bringing her to the clinic and most importantly stay by her side. Maybe after almost ramming her, he left her there to die and someone with a good heart saved her… but even so, there was a little part of her believing that he might have saved her.

Mr. McDaniel’s burst into the room, with a worried expression tainted on his face. He dashes towards his daughter inspecting every bone of its existence. April pulled back with an irritable expression. “Relax dad, it’s not like I’ve broken a bone, I’m fine.” She dismissed squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“It’s my fault I should have seen you off before you left home.”

“You were pretty tired dad I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Who did this?”

“The nurse said that he didn’t want to say his name or show his face, but I have a lead that he’s someone from my school.”

“Well he’d better make sure I don’t track him down,” Mr. McDaniel’s half joked recharging the bullet of his pistol, “And to think today would be a good time for our dinner.”

“We could continue it.”

“No, you can’t even get up. You’ll be staying here until you are fully healed.”

“I was just shocked that’s all, I didn’t even get hit.”

“It’s good to be safe Princess.” Mr. McDaniel’s said planting a kiss on her forehead, stroking her hair as he lay beside her.

His love for his daughter was deep, and he can’t afford to lose something so precious. He promised his wife he’d protect her and raise her well, but after the incident, he felt that he was not worthy to become her father.

Author's Note

IT GETS BETTER GUY'S KEEP READING :)