Off Her Rockers (Loving All Wrong #3.5) (25 page)

Together, wrapped in solemnness, lulled by contrition, we fell asleep.

If I’d known what reality had in store for us, I would’ve never opened my eyes.

Taylor Swift’s
Shake it Off
pierced through the thick, heavy, death-like silence of sleep. From the depths of sleep’s darkness, I noted the ring tone was Xena’s.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and chased away the sleep from them with the heels of my palms. As I stretched across the bed to the nightstand for my phone, I noticed two things: Xavier was missing, and it was 3:09 am.

Where was Xavier? And why was Xena phoning me this early in the morning?

Just as I got my hand on the phone, it stopped ringing. Mere seconds later, it started again.

I answered, “It’s three in the morning. You better be calling me from jail, or the hospital.”

Silence. And soon a quiet, stifled sobbing. “Hospital.”

I jerked up in a sitting position, the blood in my veins chilling over, my confused heart unsure what to do in my chest. Panic or relax? “Xena, you know I was joking, right?”

“Oh, Alina,” Xena sobbed into the phone, “there’s been a terrible accident.”

C
HAPTER
T
HIRTEEN

I
STORMED THROUGH THE HOSPITAL DOORS
, leaving a hoard of news reporters and shuttering cameras outside.

Xena was pacing at the front desk, waiting for me. Spotting me, she rushed forward and threw herself into my arms, squeezing the breath out of me. Fortunately, I couldn’t feel a thing. I was so numb I could die right now and not even know it.

“Still nothing?” I managed to ask past the rock-size lump in my throat.

Stepping back, she held up her hand to show me the gauze on her inner arm. “I just gave blood. He lost a lot. Still hasn’t woken up. They said…”

I gripped her shoulder. Either out of desperation or for support, I wasn’t sure. “They said
what,
Xena?”

“They told me to prepare for the worst… It doesn’t look good for him, Alina.”

I didn’t know I was falling until Xena caught me, firmly, despite her own weakening devastation. “We have to be strong,” she whispered in my ear. “He
needs
us to be strong.”

Digging deep for strength, impossible as it was, I straightened up and forced one foot in front of the other. Arms around each other, we rode the elevator in hazy silence up to the emergency floor.

I wasn’t surprised to see everyone was already there. Ninety Miles, Ice Steam, Benny…all with somber, tear-stained faces and heads in hands.

Jessica, however, was missing.

Davian raised his head, saw me, and immediately pushed away from the wall he was leaning on. He moved in quick, urgent steps toward me, stealing me out of Xena’s arms, and pulling me into his. “Ally.”

“Where’s Jacob?”

“With Dad.” He drew back and studied me. “Where’ve you been? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you since the party. Jacob’s been whining nonstop for you. I wanted you to come spend a few hours with him.”

Oh, God. I have got to be the shittiest mother on earth
. Rubbing my temples, I replied, “Shit. I’m so sorry. Xavi and I were working stuff out.”

Hands falling from around me, Davian looked at me like I just lanced a spear straight through his heart. “Working stuff out?”

Not at all in the mood to deal with his stupid jealousy, I wrapped my arms around myself and snapped, “Yes, Davi.
Working stuff out
.”

From the corners of my eyes, I could see everyone staring at us.

Xena asked through a hoarse voice laced with bewilderment, “Wait, so
you
and Xavi are back together?”

To no one in particular, I nodded.

Davian shook his head at me, and it wasn’t jealousy that I saw, but disappointment. “Lemme ask you this: If you and Xavi are ‘back together’, what do you suppose he was doing with—”

“Mr. Benjamin Stucco?”

All eyes swung to a skinny, bespectacled Indian man in a white lab coat with a clipboard in hand, waiting expectantly.

“Here,” an ashen Benny answered, stepping forward. “My daughter okay?”

His daughter?
Jessica
?

“Mr. Stucco, I’m Doctor Beharry. Please, come with me for a—”

“No,” Benny clipped impatiently. “Talk. We’re all family here.”

Dr. Beharry glanced around at us, uncertain, but he nodded and continued. “Miss Stucco is awake. There is both good news and bad news.”

“Good news first.”

“The good news is, Miss Stucco has suffered no critical damages. A broken finger, some fractured ribs and minor cuts and bruises. We are keeping her overnight to run some more tests. If all is well with the results—which I am sure it will be—she will be released tomorrow. At the moment, she is on sedatives. You are permitted to see her once she is awake.”

“Oh, thank God. Thank God.” Inhaling deeply, Benny turned his watery green eyes up to the ceiling. He swept a hand down his face before turning back to the doctor. “Then what’s the bad news?”

Giving Benny a commiserating downturn of his lips, Dr. Beharry dropped the news that was indeed
bad.
In more ways than one. “She lost the baby.”

Benny, along with everyone else, wore shocked, mouth-gaping expressions.

“She was
pregnant
?”

“Oh. You didn’t know. Well, this is a family matter. So I’ll just…” He paused. Sighed. “Your daughter is extremely lucky to have made it out of that wreck alive, Mr. Stucco.”

As he began walking away, Tex shoved forward and gripped his arm, stopping him. “Yo, what of the driver? Why the shit won’t anyone tell us anything?”

With a disapproving scowl, Dr. Beharry jerked his arm from Tex’s grip. “I do not have the information you seek, sir. Please be patient. And pray.
A lot
.”

“Nice showing you give a shit, Benny,” Tex bit out as the doctor strode off down the hall.

“Give a shit?” Benny shot caustically, glaring back at Tex. “I
don’t
. That’s the damn point. If that
shithead
is still alive, I’m done with him.
Done
. I warned Jess to stay as far away as possible from that alcoholic train-wreck! What was she doing in a car with him? And look. I bet you any amount he was blind drunk. He could’ve killed her! He could’ve killed my daughter! So
no
, I don’t give a shit if he lives or dies.”

Shouldering past Tex, he walked right up to Davian and punched him in the face. “And you. You knocked up my daughter and then left her for some fame-hungry whore?!”

As Davian staggered backward, holding his jaw, Jake pushed forward and smashed his fist into the side of Benny’s face. “Careful how you talk about Ally,
asshole
. Jess can only
dream
of walking in my Ally’s shoes. Remember that.”

At that, I turned on my heels and walked away from the drama, wrapping my arms tighter around myself.

I felt like I was in a dream. Nothing made sense. I couldn’t fathom how Xavier went from being in my bed to being in a car crash with Jessica. He left to go see her without telling me. Why?

Jessica told me they were on the outs. So,
why
?

I replayed the last forty-eight hours in my head. We’d been good. Really good. We’d been “Xavi and Ally” again. So how did we go from floating in the clouds to this—buried under smoke and debris?

“Alina!” The voice, accompanied by clacking heels, belonged to Xena, but I didn’t stop walking. I couldn’t.

The confused looks I’d gotten when I announced Xavier and I were back together made sense now. Of course, they’d all been wondering the same thing: If Xavier was holed up with me, “working things out” then what was he doing with Jessica in the wee hours of the morning?

Xena caught up with me. I kept walking. She kept in stride.

“Alina, slow down. Where are you going?”

“What was he doing with her?”

A sigh. “I don’t know.”

“You knew she was pregnant?”

“I suspected. She’s been super moody and indecisive. One minute she loves Xavi, the next minute she loves Davi. One minute she likes you, the next minute she’s saying you deserve to suffer for ruining her life. She’s been dressing differently, in loose clothing— and we all know that girl loves her short, flirty dresses. Blazer jackets and shapeless tops? Dead giveaway.”

Well, that explained the desperation in her voice when she was begging Davian to take her back. Willing to settle even when he told her she would be second to me.

“
Alina
.” Xena wrapped her fingers tight around my upper arm, forcing me to stop and look at her. “Xavi and Jess are close friends. It could’ve been anything. She calls him for shit in the middle of the night all the time, and he does the same. Davian was just being a dick back there.”

“He was in my bed, Xena,” I hissed at her. “My
bed
. He could’ve told me he was leaving. Leave a note. Something. Not just leave to go to his ex when we were in the middle of sorting
our
shit out.”

Releasing her grip on my arm, she placed her palms on my shoulder and stared into my eyes. “Xavier might not survive this accident, Alina. When doctors are this tight-lipped, it’s usually because they have nothing good to tell us and the last thing they want to do is get our hopes up. What if Xavi dies? Is this how you want the last moments to be? You hating him because he left without waking you?”

“I don’t—”

“Second, you’re supposed to be my best friend. You got my hopes up and let me believe I finally had a friend.”

I frowned. “I
am
your friend.”

“Well, you’re not acting like one right now. You’re being selfish. Just like you always do. Always make everything about you. We’re all here. Even Davi, who I thought for sure would’ve been jumping for joy. We’re all waiting for just a smidge of good news, and you just made this all about you. In typical Alina fashion.”

Jesus. I’m still horrible. Therapy has done absolutely nothing to help
.

“Jake just punched his
manager
in the face for you. That’s how much we love you.” Her hands moved from my shoulders to cup my face. “I need you to be my friend right now, Alina.”

I stared back into her eyes. The exact steel-gray as Xavier’s. Eyes I might never see again. Because…he might die.
He might die
.

“Can you be that for me, Alina?”

My hands shook from fear, and I balled them into fists to control the shaking. “Only if you promise me he’ll be okay.”

With an unconvincing smile, she drew me in for a tight hug. “He’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Alina.”