Layla - Colleen Hoover Page 0,111
come back, come back,” I plead.
Aspen grabs her wrist to check for a pulse. It’s like all the sounds of the world are automatically put on mute while I wait for her response.
“She has a pulse. Barely.”
“You only have five minutes to save my life.”
I immediately slip my hands under Layla’s arms and start to pull her up.
“What are you doing?” Aspen asks, her voice panicked.
“We need to meet the ambulance!” I yell. “Let’s go!”
Chad helps me carry Layla to the front yard. We slip her into the back seat of my car, and Aspen and Chad both climb into the back with her. Aspen keeps her hand on Layla’s wrist to make sure she maintains a pulse as I peel out of the driveway.
“Faster,” Aspen says.
I can’t go any faster. The gas pedal is touching the floor.
I drive for what seems like miles, but in actuality is probably only two, before we meet the ambulance. As soon as I see their lights coming over the hill, I start flashing mine. I bring the car to a stop in the middle of the highway so the ambulance will be forced to stop for us.
I help Chad and Aspen drag Layla out of the back seat. She’s still lifeless.
The paramedics meet us with a gurney. They pull her onto the ambulance, but when I start to climb in after her, Aspen grabs me and pulls me back. She pushes her way in front of me and climbs into the ambulance. When my eyes meet hers, she’s looking at me like I’m a monster. “Stay the fuck away from my sister.”
The doors close.
The ambulance speeds away.
I drop to my knees.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
It’s been thirty-eight minutes since I pulled her out of the water.
I’m pacing the waiting room.
Chad is several feet away on his phone, probably trying to call Aspen. We haven’t seen her since we walked into the emergency room. Chad had to pull me out of the road and drive the car here. I was too upset.
No one is able to tell us anything.
Thirty-nine minutes pass.
Forty.
Chad hangs up the phone. I rush over to him, hoping he got word from Aspen. He just shakes his head. “She’s not answering. I think she left her phone at the house.”
I nod and resume pacing. I’m watching my feet move over the floor, but it feels like I’m floating. Like I’m not actually moving. This all feels like a dream.
A nightmare.
“What was she doing in the pool?”
I spin around at the sound of Aspen’s voice. She’s standing behind me now, her eyes narrowed at me. Her cheeks are mottled and tearstained.
“Is she okay?” I ask her.
Aspen shakes her head, and my heart feels like it melts and leaks down into my rib cage. “I don’t know anything. They won’t let me in the room,” she says. “Why was she in the water, Leeds?” Her eyes are accusing.
Chad walks up to her and wraps his arm around her shoulders. He tries to usher her to a chair, but she shakes him off and turns her attention back to me. “Why the fuck was she in the water, Leeds?”
Her scream gets the attention of everyone in the room. She’s hysterical. Angry. She thinks I did this to her sister.
“I don’t know,” I lie. “But I did not do this to her.”
Aspen’s eyes fall, and when they do, they freeze on my arms. She just stares at my arms, and the way she’s looking at them forces me to follow her focus. When I look down at myself, I see that my arms are covered in scratch marks. Fingernail scrapes that have drawn blood. Fresh blood.
I look back up at Aspen just as she starts to cry hysterically. Chad is forced to hold her up. He carries her to a chair, but the whole time he’s backing her away from me, she’s screaming at me. “Why? Why did you do this to my sister?”
There’s nothing I can say or do to take that assumption away from Aspen. Too much has happened tonight to make her believe I’m innocent.
And if Layla doesn’t make it . . . neither do I. Because no one will ever accept the truth. If this were last month—I wouldn’t have believed the truth either.
But the idea that Aspen will never trust me again, even if Layla makes it, is still not an outcome I’m okay with.
Chad is doing his best to calm Aspen, but she’s hysterical. I walk over to them and kneel in