Page 69 of Wicked Nasty

"I... uh, got nothing." He looks down at his phone, and I turn away from him dejectedly.

Kaiden lets out a heavy sigh, breaking the tension once again. "Ryan, we'll deal with your Ally situation in a minute." He turns back to me, his expression serious. "Let Becca be. She made the choice."

X nods in agreement. "And besides, do you really want to have a baby right now? What about your plans for college in Cali? You're gonna give it all up for a baby with someone you claim to hate?"

I sadly look up at them, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I... yeah. I would."

Iz's lips curl into a knowing smile. "So, are you finally going to admit that you have feelings for Becca?"

I feel like I've been punched in the stomach and struggle to find the words to respond. "This... I... I gotta talk to Becca." With a defeated sigh, I stand up and grab my keys, heading towards the door with a heavy heart and a million thoughts running through my mind.

AssoonasIwalk through the door, I dart up the stairs to check on Becca. But her room is empty, her bed neatly made.

She’s gotta be at the truck stop. I turn on my heel and start to head down the stairs.

But before I can even reach the bottom step, I hear my mom's piercing scream from the kitchen. Without hesitation, I sprint towards the sound and burst into the room. My mom is in my dad's arms, her body convulsing with sobs.

I approach them slowly, afraid of what I might find out. "Mom?" Her eyes are red and swollen with tears, her voice barely a whisper. "Mom, what happened?"

She shakes her head, unable to form coherent words as she clings to my dad for support. My heart starts racing as I remember the last time she was this distraught - when she got the call about Daisy…

"She… Becca," my mom chokes out between sobs. And just like that, my world shatters into a million pieces.

My dad holds onto her tightly as I pick up her phone from where it lay on the ground. With trembling fingers, I bring it to my ear.

"Hello?" I say hesitantly.

There is a pause before the other person responds in a calm but somber tone. "Hi. I need to speak with Louise Rorke."

"That's my mom," I reply, my heart starting to race. "She's uh... she's not able to talk."

The voice on the other end sighs. "She was listed as an emergency contact for a Miss Rebecca Carney. Is your mother able to come down to the hospital? Rebecca was in a motor vehicle accident."

My heart drops.

Becca.

Our baby.

"Yes, yes, of course," I stammer, hastily hanging up the phone. Turning to my parents, I feel tears prick at my eyes. "We have to go to the hospital. Becca needs us... well, you, Mom."

We pile into the car and speed down the road, my mind racing with fear and hope.

Once we arrive at the hospital and check in, a doctor emerges from the waiting room and approaches us with a solemn expression.

Without saying a word, he shakes his head and my heart sinks even further. This can't be good news.

"Rebecca-" he begins.

But my mom interrupts him with a sad smile. "Just Becca," she says softly, her maternal instinct kicking in even through her own grief. "She doesn't like her full name."

A bittersweet smile tugs at my lips as the doctor continues speaking.

"Becca... well, it's a miracle that she's breathing right now," he says gravely. "To be blunt, we don't think she will make it. She has sustained major injuries to her head and we are extremely concerned about her condition. Until she wakes up, we won't know the extent of the damage."

My mom sobs uncontrollably, her heart breaking at the thought of losing another child. "I'm so tired of my babies being taken away from me," she cries out in anguish. "It's not fair. I loved her like my own."

I clear my throat; the sound echoing in the sterile hospital room. My parents turn to look at me, their eyes intense and full of unspoken emotions. The doctor stands before us, his face grave as he delivers news that will shatter our worlds.

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