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feels like someone is sitting on my chest. Turning my head I look out the window. Why is no one stopping to help us? “Help!” I scream into the darkness, knowing no one can hear me. “Help!” I cry again. The silence was so loud once everything stopped moving, waiting for someone to help us was the worst feeling in the world. Being stuck in the seat with no way out was one of the most unimaginable feelings of helplessness. The seatbelt was locked and there was no use hitting it because it was so mangled. Looking into the lifeless, blank eyes of my sister next to me I scream and scream, until I eventually pass out.
    Strong arms grip me, holding me tightly to them and bring me back to the present. My heart is beating so very fast that it feels as if it could jump right out of my chest. I keep waiting for the pain, when it doesn’t rebound like elastic being stretched; I struggle to open my eyes, afraid of what I will see.
    For some reason I expect to be in a hospital bed ... instead, I see a tattoo covered arm, with a black bungee bracelet hanging from the wrist. Swallowing I sit up pushing my hair out of my eyes. Looking into those eyes I immediately recognize who is it and gasp. It’s the guy from the house with the green eyes. He is so utterly drop dead gorgeous that all I can do is stare at him with my mouth open. I shake my head having to do a double take because of how much he resembles Adam Levine. His eyes are such a bright green color, reminding me of grass on a spring day.  He has closely cropped black hair and so many piercings. I’ve never seen so many on one person; he must have taken out some when he was at my house. My eyes dart to the fact that he’s still holding me. I’m somewhat, no not somewhat…I’m shocked that it doesn’t even dawn on me until a few minutes have passed that I don’t even really know this person, other than his name and that he’s hot. He could be a serial killer or something. Okay I supposed he isn’t a serial killer I mean they usually wouldn’t bother comforting someone but seriously you never know. Gosh Hadley you watch way too many scary movies.
    Avery arches an eyebrow, shooting me a dubious glare. “You think I’m a serial killer?”
    Blinking I look at him and realize oh Jesus, I said the serial killer part out loud. Awkwardly I avert my eyes and glance at the TV trying to kill the awkwardness. It doesn’t. “No, I was actually just thinking that and you threw me off balance after I woke up and sometimes I say thinks I’m thinking out loud instead of keep them in my head.”
    Okay, so this isn’t embarrassing at all.
    Looking at him swallowing my embarrassment, “You helped me when I needed it so, you’ve proven you’re one of the good guys.” I mutter, hoping that’s enough for him to leave the room.
    Clearing my throat I surf through the channels but his eyes are still on me. Reaching to grab my crutches, thinking to myself If he doesn’t leave me alone so I can face my embarrassment by myself I’ll just leave, I end up almost falling face first into his lap. Jesus. Why can’t I do anything right? Face burning bright red I make another attempt to grab my crutches and fail a second time. This is beyond extremely embarrassing. I go from being able to do anything to being reliant on crutches unable to freaking walk without falling. Maybe I should hope he is a serial killer so he could put me out of my misery.
    Huffing I sit down giving up on leaving the room and getting away from him. His mouth turns up , “I could assume the same thing about you, but I caught you earlier at breakfast and well we met at your house. You’re Hadley and you’re living here now because–”
    I cut him off with a smirk. “We both know why I’m here and I don’t want to talk about it.”
    He looks at me like I’ve grown a third head, holding up his hands out in front of him he looks at me sadly. “Got it, lips are sealed.” He makes a locking motion with his hands