After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Maybe you should talk to Zed about not pressing charges?” Landon suggests.
“Hardin will freak out if I go anywhere near him.” Not that I should even listen to him, since he doesn’t listen to me.
“I know,” Landon replies, “but I don’t know what else to suggest at this point.”
“I guess you’re right.” I look back at Ken, then down the hall, to where Hardin is.
Hardin is my first priority, but I do feel awful for what he did to Zed, who I hope is going to be okay. Maybe if I go talk to him he’ll decide not to press charges, which would at least eliminate one problem.
“Where is he? Do you know?” I ask Landon.
“I think I overheard them say he’s at Grandview Hospital.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll go there first.”
“Do you need a ride back to your car?”
“Shit. I didn’t drive.”
Landon digs his hand into his pocket and hands me his keys. “Here. Just drive carefully.”
I smile at my best friend. “Thanks.”
I have no idea what I would do without him, but since he’s leaving soon, I guess I’ll have to find out. The thought saddens me but I push it back; I can’t think about Landon’s leaving right now.
“I’ll go talk to Hardin and let him know what’s going on.”
“Thank you again.” I wrap my arms around Landon’s neck in a tight hug.
Just as I reach the door Hardin’s voice booms down the hall. “Tessa! Don’t you fucking dare go find him!” he screams. I ignore him and open the double doors.
“I mean it, Tessa! Come back in here!”
The cold air drowns out his loud voice as I walk outside. How dare he tell me what to do like that? Who does he think he is? He’s made a huge mess because he can’t control his temper and jealousy. I’m trying to help clean up this mess. He’s lucky I didn’t slap him for breaking his promise to me. God, he’s so frustrating.
WHEN I ARRIVE at Grandview, the woman at the nurse’s station doesn’t want to give me any information on Zed. She won’t confirm if he’s here now or tell me if he’s been here at all.
“He’s my boyfriend and I really need to see him,” I tell the young bottle blonde.
She obnoxiously pops her chewing gum and twirls a lock of her hair between her fingers. “He’s your boyfriend? The kid with all the tattoos?” She laughs, obviously not believing me.
“Yes. He is.” My tone is clipped, nearly threatening, and I’m surprised at how intimidating I actually manage to sound.
It must work, because she shrugs and says, “Go down the hall and make a right. First door on the left,” before wandering off.
Well, that wasn’t too hard. I should be more forceful more often. I do as she told me and approach the first door on the left. It’s closed, so I knock lightly before entering. I hope she told me the right room.