SCARRED - Part 4 (The SCARRED Series - Book 4) by Kylie Walker Page B
Authors: Kylie Walker
Tags: Romance
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was a thick cloud that had sat right down on her and she was trying to fight her way through it, back where her thoughts were clearer and more coherent. Suddenly Samantha was at her side, taking her arm.
“Come on honey. Let’s go.”
Chapter 13
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S amantha and Chloe got into the car and neither of them said another word on the thirty minute ride to the hospital, not even when they passed the place that they both knew had to be the place of the accident. Chloe could see the anguish in her mother’s eyes as the they came upon the guard rail that was shattered and they saw the tow truck with a mangled piece of metal on the back of it now in the same Marlboro red color that Derek’s sport’s car had been.
Chloe felt sick...desperately ill.
She wanted to vomit until nothing was left inside of her. Maybe if she could throw up, the pain would stop. Right now, it was practically intolerable and she could hardly breathe.
Samantha drove the car into the lot that said, “Emergency” and they both quickly got out of the car. They made their way through the sea of ambulances and paramedics wheeling patients in through the automatic double doors and they went inside. The place was wall to wall people. There were old and young and every age in between. Some of them looked sick or hurt, and others of them looked as if they’d just lost their best friend...Samantha went straight to the information desk and told the nurse sitting there, “My husband and son-in-law were in an accident.”
The only way that Chloe could tell what Samantha was feeling was by the strong quiver in her usually melodic voice. She had to clear her throat more than once, like she was trying to get rid of the lump that had gathered there.
“Names please,” the nurse asked.
“Trevor Whitemore and Derek Stark.”
“I’m Derek’s father.”
Samantha and Chloe both turned to see Kevin Stark and another man that could only be Jake. He was the spitting image of Derek, only in Chloe’s opinion, not quite as handsome. The two men were dressed in expensive suits and looked like they’d just come from a formal dinner party. The nurse punched something into the computer and then looked back up at Samantha with a somber expression.
“I’m going to get the doctor,” she said. “Please have a seat.”
Samantha, Kevin and Jake stepped away from the counter. Chloe couldn’t. She couldn’t move. She stared at the double doors that led to the back and wondered how fast they could catch her if she just went inside. Would she be able to see him first before they dragged her kicking and screaming back into the hall? She suddenly felt Samantha’s warm hand on her arm and she pulled her eyes up from the highly polished linoleum floor and looked at her.
“Let’s step over here out of the way,” she said softly.
Chloe could feel the hot tears already beginning to roll down her cheeks. Stop it! She told herself. It’s not time to cry. We don’t know anything. They could both be fine. Her mind went back to the vision of that twisted and burnt metal on the back end of that tow truck. If either of them walked away from this, it would be nothing short of a miracle.
“Mrs. Whitemore and Mr. Stark?”
This wasn’t the doctor. It was a police officer. Chloe wondered what he was doing here. Was he that worried about insurance information that he’d intrude on their collective tragedy?
“I’m Officer Daniels. I was first on scene of the accident.”
“What happened?” Samantha asked, still holding back the tears that were now swimming thickly in her eyes.
“It seems that Mr. Stark who was driving tried to take the curve too fast. He pulled back to keep from hitting the car that was coming up the hill head on.”
“Derek wouldn’t do that.” It was the first time that Jake spoke. Chloe saw Kevin put his hand on his older son’s shoulder as he said, “What about skid marks? Maybe the other car crossed over their
“Come on honey. Let’s go.”
Chapter 13
––––––––
S amantha and Chloe got into the car and neither of them said another word on the thirty minute ride to the hospital, not even when they passed the place that they both knew had to be the place of the accident. Chloe could see the anguish in her mother’s eyes as the they came upon the guard rail that was shattered and they saw the tow truck with a mangled piece of metal on the back of it now in the same Marlboro red color that Derek’s sport’s car had been.
Chloe felt sick...desperately ill.
She wanted to vomit until nothing was left inside of her. Maybe if she could throw up, the pain would stop. Right now, it was practically intolerable and she could hardly breathe.
Samantha drove the car into the lot that said, “Emergency” and they both quickly got out of the car. They made their way through the sea of ambulances and paramedics wheeling patients in through the automatic double doors and they went inside. The place was wall to wall people. There were old and young and every age in between. Some of them looked sick or hurt, and others of them looked as if they’d just lost their best friend...Samantha went straight to the information desk and told the nurse sitting there, “My husband and son-in-law were in an accident.”
The only way that Chloe could tell what Samantha was feeling was by the strong quiver in her usually melodic voice. She had to clear her throat more than once, like she was trying to get rid of the lump that had gathered there.
“Names please,” the nurse asked.
“Trevor Whitemore and Derek Stark.”
“I’m Derek’s father.”
Samantha and Chloe both turned to see Kevin Stark and another man that could only be Jake. He was the spitting image of Derek, only in Chloe’s opinion, not quite as handsome. The two men were dressed in expensive suits and looked like they’d just come from a formal dinner party. The nurse punched something into the computer and then looked back up at Samantha with a somber expression.
“I’m going to get the doctor,” she said. “Please have a seat.”
Samantha, Kevin and Jake stepped away from the counter. Chloe couldn’t. She couldn’t move. She stared at the double doors that led to the back and wondered how fast they could catch her if she just went inside. Would she be able to see him first before they dragged her kicking and screaming back into the hall? She suddenly felt Samantha’s warm hand on her arm and she pulled her eyes up from the highly polished linoleum floor and looked at her.
“Let’s step over here out of the way,” she said softly.
Chloe could feel the hot tears already beginning to roll down her cheeks. Stop it! She told herself. It’s not time to cry. We don’t know anything. They could both be fine. Her mind went back to the vision of that twisted and burnt metal on the back end of that tow truck. If either of them walked away from this, it would be nothing short of a miracle.
“Mrs. Whitemore and Mr. Stark?”
This wasn’t the doctor. It was a police officer. Chloe wondered what he was doing here. Was he that worried about insurance information that he’d intrude on their collective tragedy?
“I’m Officer Daniels. I was first on scene of the accident.”
“What happened?” Samantha asked, still holding back the tears that were now swimming thickly in her eyes.
“It seems that Mr. Stark who was driving tried to take the curve too fast. He pulled back to keep from hitting the car that was coming up the hill head on.”
“Derek wouldn’t do that.” It was the first time that Jake spoke. Chloe saw Kevin put his hand on his older son’s shoulder as he said, “What about skid marks? Maybe the other car crossed over their
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