Written By: ©Tiffany Leigh
Twisted Fate
Chapter 19
(c) 2002 Tiffany Anne & Tiffany Leigh
JC sighed as he dropped the magazine in his lap. He had looked through every single one in the waiting area at least a dozen times. He ran his hand through his hair and leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. Still feeling restless he pushed himself out of the uncomfortable chair and paced the small waiting area. Sliding his cell phone out of his pocket he glanced at the time. It had been 3 hours since Arianna had gone into surgery. Gnawing on his lower lip he pushed through the glass doors rushed out into the biting cold. Flipping on his cell phone he quickly dialed his voicemail. The first was from his mom which he deleted half-way through. She wanted to know what was going on with Alexis and why he had left so quickly for New York. Neither topic sounded appealing to talk about right then. The second was from Lance wanting to know the same information. Rolling his eyes he deleted that voicemail too. The last one was from Alexis.
Hey, JC. I just wanted to say…I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry that things are so confusing. I…I went by the apartment but you already gone. I know that Arianna had surgery today? Is she okay? Can you just please call me when you get this? Justin is worried sick about her. I’m worried about her also…and you too.
Anger burned through JC’s veins as he listened to her words. She didn’t have the right. Neither one of them had the fucking right. His fingers flew over the buttons as he dialed her number and thrust the phone against his ear. Justin answered on the second ring.
“Ello?” His voice was scratchy and rough, sounding as if he had just be woken.
“Let me talk to Alexis,” JC said tightly.
Justin sat up in the bed suddenly awake. “Why? Is AJ okay? Oh, my god did something happen?”
“Like you fucking care, let me talk to Alexis.” JC fought to control his temper.
“Dammit, JC! Don’t be like this. It doesn’t have to be this way. She TOLD me to go!” Justin pleaded with his friend to understand.
JC ground his teeth together, the words coming out low and angry. “And you left, Justin. You left her when she was dying. For MY girlfriend. Shit, Justin. She is in there lying on a table fighting for her life and you’re in bed with Alexis.” He sighed and sank down on a cold, stone bench. His energy and anger draining from him in a slowly. “Look, just tell Alexis I called. Tell her I said not to call again. I don’t want to talk to her. And leave AJ alone. She doesn’t need anymore pain right now.” His voice dropped to a whisper, “If she lives through this.” He shut the phone and slid it back into his pocket. A lone tear slipped down his cheek as he stared at the ground. Cracks tore through the pavement in every which way. Like his life right now. Like Arianna’s life.
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“I love you, Arianna.” Justin’s mouth brushed across her forehead as he smiled down at her. You can make it through this. I know you can, sweetie. I’m with you and together we can do anything.
JC watched as Arianna lay in the recovery room, a serene smile on her pretty face
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