Oh God. “Amaya!” I yell, panicking.
She stops to look back at me and gives me the finger just as the car clips her and keeps going.
“Tex!” I scream as I run to Amaya laying on the ground. “Please, Amaya, please be okay.” I roll her over gently and see the blood, her leg is bent wrong and bone is sticking out. I’m going to be sick. I cradle my stomach and pray she is okay.
“Oh fuck,” Tex says running to us. He looks up and another car stops.
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bsp; “How awful, they didn’t even slow. Oh my god,” she cries.
“Someone call 911!” Tex yells, punching numbers on his phone.
“Tate,” I hear Amaya whimper.
A police officer is the first on the scene. He’s asking questions when all I want to do is get Amaya safely to the hospital.
Tex speaks with him, and I hold Amaya’s hand until the paramedics arrive.
I want to ride with her in the ambulance, but the guy says I will only be in the way. He tells me the name of the hospital and Tex hurries to follow closely behind.
I have Amaya’s phone, while in the waiting room. I call Tate. “Hello?” Some woman answers sleepily.
“Is Tate there,” I demand.
“Who’s this?” She bitches.
“I’m his fiancé’s best friend. He needs to get his ass on the phone, there’s been an accident.”
She laughs. “Fiancé, right. If that was true, he wouldn’t have fucked me all night. Don’t call again. Tate’s with me now.”
I hold the phone out not believing my ears.
She hung up on me.
“Everything okay?” Tex asks, wrapping me up in a hug.
“While Tate should have been at the show tonight, he was off fucking some whore, and said whore just told me never to call him ever again cuz he’s hers.”
“You shitting me?” Tex growls.
I shake my head no. “I can’t believe him. I’m going to kill him. You saw her, T. She was devastated. I hate him. I hate him so bad. And she was so angry with both of us.”
“I know she was, she was drunk, when she wakes up, and remembers she’s going to be upset she said those things to us. We’re not gonna hold them against her okay? I’m gonna give him a call. See what he has to say to me. Fucking prick.”
Of course, I won’t hold them against her. She was hurting and needed to lash out. If that meant lashing out at me or Tex, then so be it.
Amaya doesn’t know this, but over the last year Tate has changed. To the point that if he and Tex hang out, I want nothing to do with him.
Tex comes back looking angry. “The bitch that answered the phone? That’s his agent. And she basically told me that if people keep saying bullshit about Tate having a fiancé she was going to sue for slander.”
“She can’t do that, can she?”
“Doubtful but her father is a lawyer.”
“Yeah. But mine is better.” I grin.
“Maxwell family?” A doctor calls, coming into the waiting room.