A/N: So, this chapter is gunna be pretty short, it's basically a realization and a "catch up" chapter. It sets the stage for the next one, and I just want to keep you waiting, because I'm evil like that, >;D. But, anywhoo. I'm already working of Chapter 12, so It'll be out ASAP. -Maddie♥
Esme breathed in the medicinal smell of the hospital. It was a sickening smell; it reminded her that Clay might never wake up. The thought pulled at her heart, and tears began to spill out of her already red and puffy eyes. She looked at Clay and his face was slightly scratched, and stitches ran across his forehead. Her hand found his and she entwined their fingers, and at that moment she didn't have a care in the world.
She didn't care that she had probably cut the thin string that held the friendship between her and her sister. She didn't care that Allie was currently in custody until Clay woke and decided whether or not her wanted to press charges. And she definitely didn't care that she'd probably be at the hospital all night. With Clayton, conscious or not, she felt safe, and whole.
The door swung open and Esme dropped his hand immediately.
"Hey, Es, I got some coffee for you." She turned to see Jules and Hannah walking in together.
"You didn't have to, I would've been alright." He placed the coffee in her hands and she smiled before taking a step back.
"So, what happened?" Hannah had sauntered over to Clayton, and was stroking his face. Esme wanted to bitch-slap her for even touching him, but she held herself together.
"Well," Esme had to choose her words carefully, "Clay and I were working on some homework, and my sister came and just went berserk on him." Jules wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temples.
"Are you okay?" His warm breath fanned her ear, and Esme fought the impulse to move away from him. She suddenly, wanted nothing to do with him. Either of them.
"Yeah, just a little shaken up."
"What happened to your sister?" Hannah chimed taking a seat in a chair by the window.
"Uh, they arrested her. My dad said he'll try his best to get her home, but they put some serious charges on her." Jules squeezed her tighter, and this time she did move. She untangled him from her and collapsed into the chair behind her.
"Charges like what?" She inquired.
"Like conspiracy to commit murder, battery and assault, and they tried to put her up for breaking and entering, but found that they couldn't." Esme put her head in her hands. This was her fault, just like everything else that happened with her and Allie. Whenever you put us together, trouble brews. The thought hit her like a brick, and it was true.
When she first started school, Allie walked her to her class every day, and being the savvy girl she is, Allie slipped and fell, and blamed it on Esme.
In fourth grade, Esme had a science project she worked so hard on, and she was so proud. Then, along came Allie, thinking she was so "cool", and insulted it as well as Esme. That's when Esme actually hit her sister for the first time. She slapped her to the ground and Allie cried. Then she pulled her project onto the ground, and it broke, bent, and shattered. But, of course, Esme was blamed for it all.
Then, in ninth grade, Allie was in tenth, Esme saw Clay. That's when she began to piece together a lot of things. She told Allie she had a crush on him, and the next thing she knew, they were dating. That was one thing that broke her heart. The other was that, Allie was sporting him around, just in spite of her.
That was it, Esme knew now. Allie deserved to be in jail, and she would never trust her again.
Light blinded Clayton's eyes, even though they weren't open. Then one by one, he popped them open, only for the light to completely blind him. The fuck? Where am I? He looked around and spotted Esme sleeping in a chair, with her head on the bed. He looked up to the silent TV blaring blue and white lights. Other than that, the room was dark, which was weird considering he was almost blinded.
He looked down at himself to see he was only wearing a hospital gown under some thin sheets. He shifted himself, so that he was sitting completely upward. Esme stirred and turned her head, before jumping up and smiling like a school girl.
She clicked on the lamp and came and wrapped her arms around him.
"I missed you." She whispered in his ear. Where had he gone?
"Where did I go?" His voice was cracked and sleepy, but it was there. She let up on the hug, and he immediately missed the warmth of her small body.
"You've been in a coma for about two months now; I thought you were never going to wake up." She smiled shyly and held the hand he had forgotten he had.
"You stayed." His sentences were short and choppy.
"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I." That's when his memory came flowing back. He couldn't explain why without water.
"Water." She made a face.
"What?" He pointed towards he sink and coughed. He lips made a perfect "O" shape as she motioned for him to hold on. She skipped over to the sink and poured him a paper cup full of water.
Clayton took the time to take her in. She'd grown a few inches, and her body had shaped a little in the shape of an hourglass. Her hips had expanded a few inches as well, and she looked a little round in the front. He didn't mind it, considering it was Esme he was talking about. Had it been any other girl, he'd drop their ass flat on the ground.
She turned and he noticed immediately noticed the growth of her chest. His mouth was practically on the ground. He just wanted to bury his face in them, and get lost in the warmth of them. She came up to the bed and tipped his head back, helping him drink. He felt almost immediately better, and refreshed.
When she put the glass down, and beamed taking his head in her hands.
"You don't know how much I've missed you." She smiled and he grabbed her arms and pulled her on top of him.
"Then, show me." He whispered in her ear. His voice was back, but he was a little hoarse.
Esme's breath hitched and she placed her hands on his chest. He looked into her bright blue eyes which had glazed over and held a look of lust.
"Even after being knocked unconscious, with stitches across your head, and possible concussions you still have the sexual appetite of a lion." She bit her lip, "I think that's sexy."
But before she could do anything, the door creaked open and they both turned their heads to see a man in blue scrubs looking embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. It's my first time on the night shift." He shielded his eyes and Esme hopped off of Clayton and the "doctor" came up and took the clip board from the front of the bed. He looked at the monitors and wrote down a few things making small chit chat.
"Again, I'm so sorry to interrupt." He blushed heavily and set the clipboard down.
"It's alright, Doc." Clay spoke, happy to have his voice returned to him.
"Well, we're just going to review a few things, and you should be out of here by the morning." With that, the doctor left them there alone in the dimly lit room. Clay turned his head to Esme, and looked thoughtfully at her.
"You've grown since the last time I saw you." His hand traced the outline of her body.
"Um, well sorry I couldn't preserve my body for you." She'd quickly gone on the offense.
"It was a compliment." He looked her in the eyes and she'd softened from the rigid stance she took. She even smiled.
"Thank you. But, I've noticed it too. I don't know what it is; maybe it's from my anxiety." She shrugged and sat on the side of the bed.
"Anxiety?" He never thought she'd be the type with anxiety.
"When they said you were in a coma, I spazed out a little. I actually started throwing up from the nervousness, and eating a lot more. That probably explains this." She gestured to her chest.
"And the ass you've gotten." He added. Her eyes suddenly flared open and fully aware.
"You were staring at my ass?!" She stood up and looked menacingly down at him. It wasn't the reaction he expected but, hey.
"Not intentionally. When you were going to get the water it was just… in my face. I couldn't help it." He stammered for words.
Esme looked sternly at him and pouted her lips. "You're such a perv." She smiled after she said that and he sighed a breath of relief.
"You made me that way." He held his hands in the air as his defense. She laughed and held onto one of his outstretched hands.
"It's good to have you back, Clay."