The next couple of days were perfect. Trevor spent three nights in a row at my place. It was just perfect, going to sleep all cuddled up with him. Waking up next morning to his beautiful face. I know I've said it twice already, but it was just perfect.

But, no happiness lasts long. Especially mine. On Friday, I got a call from an unknown number. Usually I don't answer those calls, but something in me told me to answer it.

"Hello." I said.

"Hey. It's me." No, no, no, no. It can't be him. No.

"How did you get my number Ashton.?" I tried to say as calmly as I could.

"I asked your dad. But that's beside the point....." I cut him off.

"No it's not. Why did you fucking asked him for my number."

"If you could just tone down your drama a little bit and allow me to speak. I could tell you why I asked Mr.Parkinson for your number." He said. Oh how I hated him.

"Speak." I ordered.

"As you must remember, you were presented with an offer a few days ago. So I just forgot to add a tiny bit of information." He complied.

"And what was that tiny bit of information that you deemed so necessary, you had to call me up in the middle of my working hours." I could play sarcasm as well.

"See, this offer stands for a month. As you know, its a new venture, I dont want to delay this. So you've got till 25th of April to convey me your final decision. But I would really urge you once more, to give this a good thought. Ask that boyfriend of yours, he could be helpful." He said.

I dont why he was so adamant for me accepting this offer.

"Message conveyed. I'll have my answer ready 25th of April. Thank You." I replied sarcastically and hung up on him.

I knew he would call me up again right now to prove his point. But he did not. He didn't call me up again. I don't know why but instead of feeling good, my heart sank a bit.

I had not brought in my car today so Trevor had to drop me at my apartment before he headed back to his own. As it was Friday, his friends were dragging him to a club for drinks. He asked me to join him, so I could meet his circle but I denied politely.

I went inside my apartment only to find it empty, again. But it was fine. I wanted some alone time and a nice long bath. But somehow, instead of going to my room. I found myself walking towards the couch and collapse on it. I don't know why but my mind started going back years ago, recalling every damned memory that I had tried to supress.

As if a big cosmic joke, I started reliving every moment that included my ex. Ashton, whom I had loved as fiercely as he loved me. Everything that I never wanted to think about again, was starting to wiggle their way into my mind. My first kiss, my first time having sex, my first boyfriend in all its true sense. He was everything.

Accident. That fucking accident. I even relived that. The accident that tore apart every fucking thing I loved. I don't wanna think about it. I don't wanna think about any of it. That was when the tears started. Not heart breaking sobs, but just silent tears.

I just sat there, staring at nothing until I got no tears left to cry. Then, I silently got up and went into my bathroom. Stripping down to nothing, I got inside the bath, letting every bad memory seep out of my pores and down the drain. I must have spent more time than necessary in the bath, because my eyes were growing heavy.

I simply got out of the bath, dried up myself and pulled on an oversized tshirt. I had no energy left to cook up something for myself so I simply decided to let go of dinner and just sleep. And I slept, dreaming of not my future, but of my past. Of what I lost.

I was ripped away from my dream by my blaring alarm. I sat up, feeling tired than I usually did in the mornings. But, it was still dark outside. And then I noticed it was not my alarm blaring but my phone ringing. I took a look at the clock to find it was almost 1 in the morning.

There were two missed calls from an unknown number. Not again. Before I could think of anything else, my phone started ringing again.

"Hello." My voice was hoarse from sleep.

"Hello, this is Officer Preston. Am I talking to Ms.Mia Parkinson.?" A deep voice asked from the other side of the phone.

And why was an officer calling me in the dead of the night.

"Yes, you are. How can I help you, Officer.?" I asked, unsurely.

"I got your number from the cell phone of Mr.Ashton Garner. I am assuming you are his friend or acquaintance. I wanted to inform you that Mr.Garner had got into an accident and is severely injured. We are right now in a hospital, he is being rushed to an ER. Since you were the person last contacted from his phone, I informed you. I will be sending the address and you can inform about this accident to his friends and family." He said.

"Okay, I'll be there. Thank you, Officer." I said, emotionless.

My mind had gone blank. An accident. Ashton was in an accident, again. No, no, no. It can't be happening again. I needed to go to the hospital. I needed to see him for myself. Its happening again.

I didn't realize, but I had started to cry again. Today, I was crying too much. At that point, I was totally neglecting the fact that I hated him. That he broke my heart. My mind had wandered away back to the past. An incoming message broke me from my reverie, it was the name and address of the hospital.

I quickly got up, and washed my face. I changed into some leggings and a tshirt and grabbed my phone and keys and got out quickly. As I got inside my car, I decided to call Roland and inform him about the accident. But, I didn't have his number.

So instead, I called Blaine so she could inform him. The first time, it rang and rang and then went to voicemail. The second time, she picked up.

"Hello." She answered.

"Hello, Blaine. Can you give me Roland's number.?" I asked her, my voice frantic.

"Hey Mia. What happened.? Why are you asking for Rol's number in the dead of the night.?" She asked, sleep fading away from her voice.

"Its Ashton. He got in an accident. An officer called me up to inform me. He is in the hospital right now. Can you tell Roland and ask him to call me up.?" I asked her, tears were still flowing.

"Wait, what. Ashton is in the hospital. I'll just call Roland and we'll be there asap. Don't worry." With that being said, she disconnected the call.

I drove to the hospital, and luckily it was just 15 minutes away. On my way, I received a call from Blaine but it was actually Roland.

"Why the hell did that officer call you and not me.? I'm his friend, not you." He was shouting at me.

"The officer called me because...." And the line went blank.

It again rang, but this time it was Blaine. She apologized for Roland's behaviour and asked me the name of the hospital. Soon I pulled up in the parking lot and ran towards the help desk.

"Hey, a patient was bought in who was in a car accident. Can you point me towards where he is." I asked her politely. I had collected myself by now.

"Yeah. Was his name Ashton Garner.?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Right now he is in surgery. You can wait in the waiting area." I did not bother to thank her and went towards the waiting area.

There I saw two police officers. I approached one of them.

"Excuse me, are you Officer Preston." I asked the one with blonde hair. He looked like he was in his late thirties.

"Yes, I am. I am assuming you are Mia. We found your friends car in a very bad condition on the highway. By the looks of it, it appears that he tried to swerve to avoid crashing in some other vehicle and instead just went off road and crashed into a tree. Luckily the driver's side did not undergo much harm. But he is still injured badly." Officer explained to me.

"But he'll be fine, right.?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Yes. He's gonna be fine. Why don't you go and sit down. When the doctor is done, he'll come talk to you." His voice softened.

"Yeah, okay." I said, and went and sat down on a white chair.

As if on cue, Roland and Blaine entered the waiting room.

"Where is he.?" He asked me.

"He's in surgery." I replied quietly.

"The officer could have called me, yet he called you. Why.?" He was so close to shouting. He only held back because it was a hospital.

"The officer called me because I was last contacted from his phone. You can stop being jealous, Rol. He is in a surgery. Yet you want to fight about who the officer called first. Very mature." There was a edge in my voice that I did not intend to be there.

"Yeah babe. Can you just let it go and not fight about it." Blaine tried to coax him.

"Why is she always responsible for everything bad that happens in his life. You remember the last time he was in an accident, it was all because of her. And now, she is again in his life. And look, another accident." His words were like a whiplash.

"Don't get ahead of yourself here. You might have forgotten that Mia was the one who suffered because of that accident, not him. So, just sit down like civilised person and be quite." Blaine answered back.

She was seething. But I kept quiet. I had enough on my mind already. I did not want more of it by acknowledging his accusations.

"Oh she had that suffering long coming for her. She deserved it. And now, she is here acting all concerned, when she didn't even bother to talk to him once since he was here." Roland was getting out of control now.

"Rol, you are getting way out of line here. Either you are going to shut the fuck up or I'm....."

Blaine was cut off by a doctor entering the waiting room.

"Are you guys here for Mr.Garner.?" He asked politely.

"Yes. We are." I answered, walking towards him. Roland and Blaine on my heel.

"Okay. So it's nothing serious. He's gonna be completely alright. He has multiple fractures on his left arm, a bruised rib and a hairline crack on the skull. The only complication was that he underwent a lot of blood loss. But, we've taken care of it." The doctor explained.

"But he's gonna be fine other than that, right.?" Roland asked.

"Yeah, he will be perfectly fine. But for now, we have put him in a medically induced coma so that we can further assess if he underwent any other head injury." Doctor said kindly.

"You can see him once he is moved from the operation theatre. And that will be all for now." Doctor said and walked away.

I was quiet this whole time, listening to whatever the doctor said. I went back and sat on the same chair that I had been sitting in.

"Mia. I'm really sorry." It was Roland sitting beside me. Blaine was nowhere in sight.

"It's okay. Don't worry." I said, not really wanting to talk to him. I knew Blaine had forced him to apologize to me.

"No really. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I remember what you went through the last time, what you guys lost. But I was so lost in my panic for him that I took it all out on you. I'm really sorry." His apology sounded genuine enough to me.

"Its okay. Really. I won't hold it against you." I gave him a small smile.

"Guys. He is out of the OT. We can see him now." Blaine said from the threshold.

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