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    “Can you tell me where Zane Walker is please?” I begged the lady. A thousands things were racing through my mind as I had drove to the hospital. Was Zane dying? Was he in a coma? Will I ever be able to talk to him? Oh god…the things I said when we fought! How could I have done that? The lady took a double take of me seeing I was about as wired as anything.

    “Oh…yes. Room 225,” I ran down the hall and searched . Finally I came to a halt at the door. His door. Zane’s hospital door. Before I could go in it opened up. I jumped as a nurse came out holding a needle. My blood grew cold.

    “Hello,” she said sweetly then moved around me. I looked and Jane sat in a chair by his bed holding his hands. Before I knew it I was hyperventilating as I looked at Zane. He was bruised, his swollen eye looked better but I could see the giant bruises on his arms. His shoulder and arm were in a cast. His knuckles a little bloody and scabs on them. His eyes were closed into a peaceful state but his lip and eyebrow were cut again.

    “Olivia!” Jane breathed as she looked up at me. Her eyes were red rimmed, her makeup smearing down her cheeks. Her hands were shaking a little as she wiped the tears away. She stood up and came over to me. I couldn’t breath, my eyes wouldn’t leave the boy in the hospital bed. Zane Walker, my fake relationship boyfriend. My Zane. Yes, I claim him. Jane hugged me tightly and I didn’t realize I was squeezing her back when she let me go.

    “How is he?” I asked my voice shaking. She sighed and dabbed her eyes.

    “The doctors say he is ok. He broke a rip and his arm. The rest are bruises and scrapes. But other then that, he’s ok.” I nodded relief filling my gut. But then guilt took over like a massive truck had hit me square in the stomach.

    “What happened?” I asked. She took my hand and pulled me in then shut the door. She sighed and put her hand on her forehead.

    “Zane got home late yesterday….Scott didn’t care. I was just worried and was happy that he was home. But when I asked him where he was he said no where. And then Scott said…” she paused and looked at me. “Scott said probably with his slut of a girlfriend and….Zane cracked. He grabbed a hold of Scott and I thought he was going to kill him. Olivia, I know my son. But I had never, ever seen that side of him before. I was frightened. Then Scott got really rough. I was screaming my head off at them to stop but they wouldn’t. When Zane got hit and fell to the ground, is when I called 911. They came and Scott had threatened me not to tell them what he did or he’d kill me…..” she cried a little looking back up at me. “I couldn’t take it anymore. I told the police what Scott had been doing for the past months. They took him to jail.” She broke into sobs that racked her body. I hugged her again and almost smiled with relief. He was gone! God, he was finally gone! Zane was free!

    “Jane, you did the right thing. He was hurting Zane!” I said. She nodded and sniffed.

    “I know, I did.” she pulled back and wiped her eyes again. She looked back at Zane. “He’s asleep now. But I’ll give you some privacy.” suddenly I didn’t want to be alone without her. I didn’t want her to leave me alone with Zane. She straightened her shirt and smiled sadly at me. “I’m going to get a cup of coffee.” She said and sniffed before she left the room. She shut the door and I heard it click shut as if a bomb was going off. I flinched. I looked at Zane again and realized something. Him lying in the hospital bed was my fault. I choked as I knew it was the honest truth. If he hadn’t have come over, if he hadn’t had spent the night. If we hadn’t have gotten together. He would be safe at home. Scott wouldn’t have hurt him. Scott wouldn’t have said anything about me and Zane would be ok. But no, I had to say yes to his stupid plan and go along with everything! I yelled at myself. I was flinching every second I yelled at myself for being an idiot before I knew it I heard someone saying my name. I blinked and looked. Zane was sitting up a little, his blue eyes open and staring at me. My mouth was agape.

    “Olivia?” he asked. Tears spilled out of my eyes before I could regain myself.

    “Zane!” I breathed and ran, my legs feeling like jelly. I wasn’t sure if I could have made it to the bed but I did. He sat up and I wrapped my arms around him and he squeezed me tightly to him. “Zane….I’m—I’m so sorry! This is all my fault!” I choked on my tears. He winced a little as I hugged too tight but I didn’t care. Then his jaw clenched.

    “It’s not your fault. And its ok.” he said. I shook my head and pulled back and looked at him. Big drops of salty water fell from my eyes. His face looked sweet and sad all at the same time. “Zane….I care for you….I really do,” I took his not hurt hand in mine and brought it up to my face. I pressed his palm on my cheek and closed my eyes tightly shut. His tough finger tips made my skin tingle and all I knew was that I really liked him. Maybe even more then that. He sighed and rubbed his thumb over my lips.

    “You do?” he asked. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

    “Yes,” I finally admitted. He smiled but his eyebrows were together because it must have hurt. “So you want to do this?” he asked looking into my eyes. I frowned.

    “Do what?” I asked. He smiled and that same thing in them showed. Then I got what he meant. He meant our relationship. To make it real. I smiled and laughed a little. “Yeah,” he put his hand in my hair and felt it. He looked at it as if it might disappear any minute. I felt my body tingle from his touch again. I felt relax that he was here. That I was with him. I felt good but still I could feel myself hurt every time I looked at him. I leaned down and kissed his forehead softly. When I pulled back his eyes were closed.

    “How’s your arm?” I whispered. He opened his eyes and shrugged.

    “Its ok I guess. Just a broken arm. Nothing new.” I frowned. He lay back in the bed and looked up at me. Just staring. Finally he said, “My mom told you what happened, didn’t she?” I pressed my lips together and pulled his hand down from my face and put it between my hands. I nodded. He didn’t say anything.

    “He’s in jail,” I said. I looked up to see his eyes wide.

    “What?” he asked.

    “Your mom told the police what happened, they put him in jail. For good.” he was still stunned. And I let him think as it sunk in.

    “He’s not coming back?” he asked. I shook my head with a smile.

    “No, you’re safe. Your mom and you are safe.” His eyes looked like a ton of weights had been lifted off and I smiled brighter.

    “Oh god, he’s gone finally,” he said shaking his head. I patted his hand in mine then my smile faded.

    “You’re in here because of me,” I whispered. He suddenly looked at me frowning.

    “No, I did this to myself.” I looked down. No it wasn’t. “Hey,” he tapped my chin so I would look up. His eyes were soft but hard and serious. “It’s not your fault. Don’t you ever think it was your fault,” he demanded. I clenched my teeth but nodded. He sighed. “Where’s my mom?” he asked as he pulled me down onto the bed with him.

    “Getting a cup of coffee,” I sniffed and laid my head onto his pillow and looked up at him. He put his arm around me. I felt safe. This, this felt right. How it’s supposed to be. We were together now. Not officially, officially but basically. Screw Grant! I didn’t want him anymore. I had Zane. Zane leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips.