Last Chance - L. P. Dover Page 0,22

down the road. There were so many things I wanted to tell him. First off, I really wanted to hit him upside the head for using those other girls to get a reaction from me, but most importantly, I wanted to hear those special three words come out of his mouth. If he could admit his love for me, everything would be right in my world.

Pulling out my phone, my hands shook as I called him. There were so many emotions circulating through my body, it felt like I was on overload. The second I heard his voice, I burst out crying. I wasn’t the type of girl to cry, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Lara, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “Nothing,” I cried. “Are you at home?”

“Yes. Where are you?”

“On my way to you. I’m sorry it took so long.”

His breath caught and I smiled. “Are you saying it’s over?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

“It’s finally over between you and Grayson?” he repeated.

“Yes, but listen here. You have one last chance to make it right, Collins. Don’t let me down this time.”

“Baby, I promise I won’t. I know I should wait until I see you to say this, but I love you. I love you so much.”

Those were the words I wanted to hear. And I was about to say them back, when a blinding light came at me from the side. There was only a split second of time to react; all I could do was scream. Glass shattered all around me and the impact jostled every bone in my body. I didn’t know how many times the car flipped, but the pain was unbearable.

When the darkness crept in, I welcomed it with open arms. There was no pain on that side.

“Lara! Lara!”

The sound of the crash echoed in my ears. The screeching of tires, the impact of the hit and shattering of glass made me freeze. It was like I was in a nightmare, desperate to break free, but my mind wouldn’t let me out.

“Lara!” I shouted again. The phone went dead and that was it.

Adrenaline pumping, I raced into the garage and hopped onto my sport bike. If she was headed to my place, I could find her. I slammed my helmet down over my head and sped out of the driveway. Thoughts ran through my head, none of them good. There was no way in hell I could lose her now, not when we were so close.

When I pulled out onto the main road, I could see the line of cars up ahead. Dread settled into the pit of my gut, and even though it was against the law, I charged past them all in the center lane, as far up as I could go. The second I saw Lara’s mangled car, everything stopped. There were no blaring lights or sirens, but there were people trying to help get her out of the car.

Jumping off my bike, I tossed my helmet to the ground. “Lara!” I shouted. There were people getting out of their cars, but I pushed past them, not caring who I knocked down in the process. “Get the fuck out of the way.”

There were two men who pulled Lara out of her car and carried her over to the grass. There was glass everywhere, blood all over her body. “Lara,” I choked, falling to the ground beside her. Her phone was in the middle of the road and I blamed myself. If she hadn’t been talking to me, none of this would’ve happened.

“Do you know her?” the older man asked.

I nodded. “She was on her way to my house. I heard the accident through the phone.” Lara was so still, her body covered in blood. My hands shook when I took her pulse, but it was there. Eyes burning, I covered her with my body and cried. “Don’t you dare fucking die on me. I just got you back.”

“I saw it happen,” a woman murmured, coming up from behind. Sirens blared in the distance, and then the ambulance came into view, along with the police.

“Help is here, baby. Just hang on.”

The lady behind me kept talking. “I was almost to the light when I saw the guy in the truck not even attempting to stop at his light. It all happened so fast.”

Anger burned in my veins. I looked over at the truck, where blood was splattered all over the