After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
I just don’t have a fucking clue how to fix it.
Carly interrupts my rumination when she hits the brake and curses. “Aaagh, fuck. We have to go around—there’s a wreck up there,” she says, pointing to the cars blocking our way.
Glancing up, I see a middle-aged man standing with his hands in his pockets while talking to a police officer. He points to a white car that looks . . . just like . . .
I panic. “Stop the car,” I demand.
“What? Jesus, Hard—”
“I said stop the goddamn car!” Without thinking, I open the door as the car comes to a stop and rush over to the damaged cars. “Where’s the other driver?” I ask the officer angrily and look around the scene.
The front end of the white car is badly damaged, and then I see the WCU parking pass hanging from the rearview mirror. Fuck. An ambulance is parked next to the police car. Fuck.
If something happened to her . . . if she isn’t okay . . .
“Where’s the girl? Someone fucking answer me!” I scream.
The cop gets an aggressively annoyed look on his face, but the other driver sees my anxiety and says softly, “There,” and points to the ambulance.
My heart stops beating.
Wandering over in a daze, I see the ambulance doors are open . . . and Tessa is sitting on its back bumper, an ice pack on her cheek.
Thank God. Thank God it’s only small.
I rush over to her, and the words start tumbling from my mouth. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Relief takes over her features when she sees me. “I had an accident.” Above her eye is a small bandage, and her lip is swollen and split on the side.
“Can you go?” I ask rudely. “Can she go?” I ask the young EMT who’s standing nearby.
The woman nods and walks away quickly. I reach for Tessa’s ice pack and move it, revealing a knot the size of a golf ball. Her cheeks are stained with tears, and her eyes are swollen and red. I can already see the black eye forming under her delicate skin.
“Fuck—are you okay? Was it his fault?” I turn and try to find that asshole again.
“No, I ran into him,” she says, wincing as she grabs the ice pack and puts it back on her skin. Then some of the relief leaves her eyes as she looks up at me and asks, “Where were you all day?”
“What?” I ask, honestly confused, between my hangover and seeing her like this.
With a colder look in her eyes, she says, “I said, ‘Hardin, where were you all day?’ ”
I snap back to the situation. Fuck.
And right as I’m about to make an excuse, Carly walks up and smacks me on the ass. “Well, Mr. Dark and Moody, can I go? You can walk back to your car from here, right? I really need to get back home.”
Tessa’s eyes go wide. “Who are you?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Not this. Not now.