Daisy

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Chapter 1 - Pg. 1
Chapter 2 - Pg. 1
Chapter 3 - Pg. 2
Chapter 4 - Pg. 2
Chapter 5 - Pg. 3
Chapter 6 - Pg. 3
Chapter 7 - Pg. 3
Chapter 8 - Pg. 4
Chapter 9 - Pg. 5
Chapter 10 - Pg. 6
Chapter 11 - Pg. 7
Chapter 12 - Pg. 9
Chapter 12.5 - Pg. 10
Chapter 13 - Pg. 11
Chapter 14 - Pg. 13
Chapter 15 - Pg. 16
Chapter 16 - Pg. 17
Chapter 17 - Pg. 19






"Now I know you'll be busy as soon as you get back, but if you could just at least ring me so I know that you've made it back, that would be lovely darling. You know how I worry, Olivia and I was exactly the same when your brother started at Rutgers. And before I forget, how's the traffic been?"

I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel as I waited for the lights to change from scarlet to emerald, "I promise to ring you as soon as I get back, Dad. And traffic's been okay; got a little packed near Hudson, but it's all good now." I spoke into the car phone, leaning back in my seat, my foot pressing on the pedals as the lights changed. I took a next left, glancing at the sign which read 'Rutgers University Junction 712.' "Besides, this is my second year, I think I've got the campus and journey pretty much memorised."

"I know sweetheart. Now about this weekend, I'm sending your sister off to her camp so Scott will be picking you up-"

I cut him off as I took a corner, "What? Dad," I whined childishly, "You're kidding me! You're making Scott pick me up?"

I could faintly hear him clear his throat. "He is your older brother, Liv."

"Yeah, by like three years. Okay, fine, Scott can pick me up as long as he doesn't do one of those over-protective stunts he did last time. Hey, Dad? Can I ring you back? It's just I'll be nearing the last toll pretty soon." I told him.

"Sure, remember to call?"

"It's a promise."

"Be safe, Liv."

"Will do Dad." Without taking my eyes off the road, I clicked the disconnect button and gripped the steering wheel, my hand fumbling with the radio and I sat listening as the sounds of Minor Threat belted through the speakers, a collection of songs that Scott had made for me for driving to and from Rutgers. I nodded my head along to the beat, occasionally pushing back my blonde locks, drumming my fingers of the rubber wheel and I began to sing along. "Compete, compete, do it for the boys, empty barrels make the most noise. You're always on the move; you've always got something to prove."

As I neared the toll, I opened the glove compartment and grabbed three quarters, handing them over to the man who stood in the booth. He pressed the button and I nodded and said a quick 'thank you,' before accelerating slightly harder as I exited the toll. I sighed as I could see the signs reading Rutger's approaching, I glanced left before looking in my rear-view mirror, urging the car forward with my pressure on the pedals. On the opposite junction I noticed a car speeding along, almost slamming right into another car, the other car swerved and I watched it with wide-eyes as it hurtled forward, swerving to the right. As it drew nearer with each second, my heart beat wildly in my chest and before I had time to react, the impact came, my body lurched forward, my head rammed onto the steering wheel, the air-bag reacted slowly and I felt dizzy, as though the world was spinning, aware of the blood which oozed from the back of my head and I could hear shouting, apologies being yelled from all directions, a male voice pleading for forgiveness before I lost all consciousness.


Eye-lids heavy, as though weighed down by a tonne of bricks, I twitched, my fingers clenching on the sheets I seemed to be lying under. I could hear the voices, close but yet seeming far away. Their words professional and yet slightly confusing. "We're going to need a scan on the girl's left arm, Dr. Hardy says it'll be fractured, but we need to make sure. Concussion to the head, we have to check for any signs of memory loss or brain damage. The other patient didn't get off so lucky," it was a womans voice, probably in her mid-thirties, "He's going to need extra treatment now; he might not make it through the night. I need you to get some people on him stat.

"According from the information the police were able to retrieve from the wreckage, the girl's name is Olivia Ellen Fontaine, age 18 and student at Rutgers university. We rang the university earlier, they sent us a recent photograph which match's the girl completely."

"What about the boy?" It was a man's voice.

"There was a Rutger's sweater in the back of his car, that's all we know. Perhaps the two know eachother, it's hard to tell - We're getting a reaction from the patient."

I could feel them come closer, hear their breathing clearly. "Ugh," I groaned, wanting nothing more than to sit up and open my eyes but I felt too exhausted. "My head."

"Olivia Fontaine?"

I waited, my eye-lids fluttering and opening, waiting for everything to come into focus. Before me stood a coloured lady wearing a nurses uniform, a name tag reading 'Sandra' clipped to her breast pocket. Beside her stood a male doctor, who, by the looks of it was in his late fifties, his hair was streaked with grey.

"That's me," I managed to say, my left arm feeling paralysed and pain shot upwards towards my shoulder, "I'm Olivia Fontaine. Man, that hurts."

"Miss Fontaine," spoke the man, "My name is Doctor Harris, you've been involved in car collision, can you tell me your birthdate at all?"

"12th December 1981," I recited, "My Dad, Scott... is anyone - ?"

Dr. Harris turned to Sandra, "It corresponds with her I.D. Your father has been contacted Miss Fontaine, they're currently in the waiting room. Before we can reunite you, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you a couple of questions."

"Isn't that the police's job?" I asked, my head feeling heavier than it ever had done before.

"Yes," chuckled Dr. Harris, "But I'm afraid they're currently searching on the matter of identifying the other victim of the crash. We would like to ask whether you had any insight as to who this man is - you both attend the same University, as it were."

"No," I admitted, "I can't remember seeing anyone." I turned to Sandra who was looking at me with a small smile on her features, "Can I see my family now?"

"Of course." She spoke, smiling down at me before leaving the room, appearing a few minutes later with my Father, brother and younger sister, Rose.

"Livvy!" cried Rose as she saw me, her small figure racing towards the bed, her arms attempting to wrap around my body. She grinned up at me, and it was evident that she had been crying from the tear tracks on her face. She buried her head in my arms and I used my right arm to pet her on the head, "You're okay!"

"Yeah," I said, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of her head, smiling when Scott walked over and wrapped me up in his strong arms,

"Hey you," he greeted, kissing my cheek, "You're lucky you got off so easily. The other guy didn't."

My eyes widened, "He's not dead is he?"

Scott shook his head and sat down whilst Dad tried to peel Rose away from me, "No, he's not dead. Pretty cut up though, still unconscious. According to the CCTV footage, he tried to avoid another car from slamming into him but hit you instead. He goes to -"

"Rutgers," I finished for him, "the woman said so."

Scott nodded, "Not to ruin the moment or anything, but had you both met in different circumstances, he's definitely your type, Liv."

Dad gazed over at me, worry evident in his eyes. "The doctor mentioned something about memory loss, can you not remember anything?" Before I could answer, Scott cut across me,

"What's your favourite band?" He asked quickly.

"Bowie." I stated firmly.

"Favourite lyric by Bowie?"

I smiled as the words came rushing back to me, "No matter what or who you've been. No matter when or where you've seen, all the knives seem to lacerate your brain. I've had my share, so I'll help you with the pain."

Scott laughed, Dad rolled his eyes and Rose sniffled.

"See?" said Scott, leaning back in his chair with a grin. "Nothing wrong with her."

"Livvy?" sniffled Rose and I looked down at her,

"Yeah?"

"Is the other boy going to be okay?" She asked, innocently, "We saw him before we came in and he looks really hurt."

Quickly, I looked at Dad and Scott for support, but they both shrugged their shoulders. I sighed and kissed Rose on the forehead, "I don't know sweetie. I hope so."

"Are you going to be friends with him?"

I smiled, "Maybe."

The door opened and Doctor Harris walked in, scribbling something down on his clipboard. "You're going to be discharged in a couple more days, Miss Fontaine. There's no need to wrack your brain either, we've managed to contact the parents of the other patient and they're with him now. His name is Frank Iero, does that ring any bells?"

I shook my head, "No, no it doesn't."

[continued in next post.]

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"Mr. Iero is still unconsciousness. Once he has woken up, Constable Rosebergern would like to have a word with the two of you. For now, please rest and do not over-exert yourself. We'll be checking in on you momentarily. The buzzer by your head is there for emergencies, if you feel light-headed or dizzy, please do not hesitate to call for a member of our staff. Goodnight Miss Fontaine."

"Night," The four of us chorused, even little Rose who seemed terribly upset with the misfortune of the other victim of the crash. "Want to get in here?" I asked her gently, shuffling along, wincing as I applied a small amount of pressure on my arm.

"How are you feeling?" Dad asked as Rose clambered into the bed, drawing the covers upto her chin. I was faintly aware of the heart monitor beating in the background; slow and steady.

"Like I was in a crash," I commented dryly, stopping as I saw Dad's reproachful look. "I've felt better. My arm is caning, the doctor said I'd probably fractured it."

"That Iero guy apparently has a few broken ribs," added Scott conversationally.

"Ugh," I groaned, not wanting to think of the pain he was probably in. Scott moved forward and took my hand, giving it a light brotherly-loving squeeze.

"He'll be fine."

I wasn't sure as to why I felt so compelled for this stranger to be well; maybe because it was the fact that it wasn't entirely his fault he was in this mess. It was strange, but I felt myself praying silently for him to make it through. "I hope so." I whispered, my fingers raking through Rose's blonde locks as she drifted to sleep beside me, and I could feel fatigue wash over me, like the golden grains of sand beneath the sea and I fell into a sleep filled with dreams of bodyless voices calling out to me, apologising frequently for all that they'd done wrong.

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Me: "Dad, I think you're going through a mid-life crisis."
Dad: "My whole fucking life has been a crisis."

And that was the moment I knew my father was emo.

Rhia

its really good . poor frank though

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Daisy

Chapter Two.

"We're going to let you get some rest, okay?" Dad said as he stood up, moving towards me, brushing his hand across my forhead as he swiped away at some strands of hair. Scott moved forward and scooped Rose up in his arms, one arm tucked under her upper back and the other under her legs. He shuffled her upwards and bent downwards carefully, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

"Night Livvy."

"Night Scott."

The three of them left the room, Rose snuggled up in her brother's arms. Dad smiled as he shut the door quietly, the lock shutting with a noiseless 'click.' My back fell against the bed and I winced as pain soared upwards. I heaved a sigh and lay back, the room now closed, dark and eerily empty. In the next room I knew lay the other person from the crash. Earlier I'd heard the sniffles and the cries of what I could only suppose were his parents. My right wrist sought for my left, and my thumb and index finger gently moved over my skin, feeling the hardness of the tattoo placed upon there, and they traced the word 'Breathe' as they had done many a time before. I'd woken up from my short sleep earlier to find myself in the prescence of a policeman investigating the incident.

He'd told me of how they had a few 'leads' on the case of the driver. The man they'd found and attempted to question had been sourly drunk, three times over the limit. I shook my head at the mans foolishness. What idiot could have drank so much and still carelessly chose to drive?

I decided to sleep the pain in my body off, my arm had been numbed thanks to a shot from Doctor Harris who had checked on my barely half an hour ago. Outside of the room I heard footsteps, a man and a woman talking, their voices faint and I struggled to hear before giving up and entering the world of sleep.

"Miss Fontaine? Miss Fontaine? I'm sorry to wake you - but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you a few questions." I fell out of sleep and woke up to see the Constable looking down at me. He was old, probably in his late sixties and it surprised me that he was still in his job. After he assured me that I wouldn't miss out on my sleep, for it was four in the afternoon, I shifted into a better position and began to listen.

"Miraculously, Mr. Iero has woken up. Both of us in the force and in the hospital are surprised - it was a close call, not many thought he would make it. It seems the boy had alot of life left in him. He's being treated now - four or five broken ribs, a broken arm and a heavy concussion but he's doing just fine." I took his word for it, "He'll be ready in a few minutes. Do you suppose you can walk?"

The question threw me off guard, "I think I can." I answered truthfully, I hadn't hurt my legs and I felt much, much better than I had after the crash.

"You're quite sure you won't be needing any assistance? I'm sure I can whip you up a wheelchair -"

"No, no - I'll be fine."

He checked his watch, "You're free from the IV and monitor for now, they unplugged you whilst you were sleeping. Do you need any help - "

I swung myself out of the bed, holding up a hand to show that I didn't need any help in getting up. If it was one thing I hated - it was being helpless. I had been helpless when Mom had died all those years ago and I didn't want - no, I didn't need to be reminded of that. Bringing up bitter and cold memories from the past was not what I needed right now. I needed a clear head to go through talks with both the constable and the Iero man.

We left the room, with Constable Malkins checking back every few seconds to check on my progress. I was slightly flattered at his helpful gestures, but felt like a small child in his prescence. We moved along the corridor, I took small steps until we reached the room next to mine, 654A. Malkins pushed open the door and I closed my eyes, listening to the heart monitor and my heart leapt into my throat as I spotted him lying on his bed. He was cut, scarred and bandaged, his covers fell at his waist, showing his bandaged stomach. His dark hair fell into his eyes, it was matted and untidy, but it seemed to suit him somehow.

He looked up as we entered, and I noticed just how alluring his eyes were; they seemed to brighten as I walked inside for reasons I did not know. He raised a hand in greeting to Malkins, I presumed that they'd spoken before. As we drew closer, I spotted the letters 'H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N' tattooed across his knuckles, for whatever reason was unknown to me. Malkins gestured for me to take a seat opposite him and I did so, my eyes not leaving Iero's for a split second.

Malkins began to speak, "Mr. Iero this is Miss Fontaine, the girl who was involved in the crash."

I felt his eyes on me, piercing me silently. "Hello." I said, with a nod of the head.

A corner of his mouth tugged upward, "Hi."

"As you can see, Miss Fontaine managed to come away with the crash with slightly less injuries than yourself-"

I cut him off, "Could you please call me Olivia? Sorry," I shrugged sheepishly, still aware of Iero's eyes on me, "I feel old when you say it like that."

"Okay then, Olivia here, managed to get away with a concussion and fractured arm, I have indeed told her of your many casualties. Now - Mr. Iero - "

"Frank," Iero said, giving me a sly grin, "Just so we're all on first names."

Malkins sighed, "Right - Frank if you'd just like to answer me a few questions, with Miss - I mean, Olivia's help..."

Frank shook his head and winked at me, and in surprise, I blinked and stared back at him, aware of the chuckle he sounded, "I'm afraid I can't," He said seriously, "See, I thought we were all going to be on first name basis. And we, that it is to say Olivia and me -"

"Olivia and I." I corrected him. He rolled his eyes,

"Olivia and I, then - we don't know your name."

It amazed me at how this boy could joke so easily after being in such a collision. Had I not been more composed, I'm sure my mouth would have dropped open by now but instead I just looked at him incredulously.

Malkins shifted in his seat, cleared his throat and adjusted the badge on his uniform, "I'm afraid that is highly unethical." He said finally.

"Okay, fine." sighed Frank and I watched him - he was a pretty good actor.

Malkins sighed as well, "If you must know, I am Constable Peter Malkins. Now, Frank - could you please tell me everything you can remember about the night of the incident four days ago?"

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Frank, "Four days? You didn't tell me that! Motherfucking -"

Malkins interupted Frank's string of curses and I stifled a laugh behind my hand. Yes, I had only just met the guy, but I felt as though he was someone I could easily get along with. From just being in a room with him for the past fifteen minutes had given me enough knowledge about him - he was easy-going, good natured, had a mouth like a sailor, was tattoo-ed, went to Rutgers, liked to joke, was extremely good-looking, and he seemingly truly wanted to help with the investigation. He answered every question willingly and after Malkin's had left to report, I was left in the room with him for a short while. After apologising profously for at least ten more minutes, Frank had asked me how I was.

"I'm fine." I told him, "I only fractured my arm. I've had worse."

"Worse?" He repeated, grinding his lip over his lip ring.

"When I was eight - I climbed our tree house and fell at least twenty feet, I broke my arms and fractured my leg."

He wrinkled his nose. "Ouch. Actually, when I was younger I broke both my legs. Wasn't too nice. I was chasing my dog, well puppy, he was called Max and anyway, I must have got caught with him and I missed the patio steps and there you have it, I lay on the slabs with my legs all fucked up. Mom wasn't too pleased - she almost had a heart attack when she spotted me laying there."

I shook my head and bit my lip to keep from smiling.

"So you go to Rutgers?" He asked me conversationally, "I've never seen you there before. What do you take?"

"Pyschology, biology and bio-chemistry." I rallied the subjects off, "I'm training to be a nurse. My Mom was one."

"Was?" repeated Frank, "Did she retire?"

I stiffened at his words but shook my head, "No - she died a few years back. After she left I.. I decided to carry on and take her place at the hospital."

[continued in next post.]

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There was silence and then, "Oh. I take music." I was aware of how swiftly he changed the topic after noticing my uneasiness. He flashed me a rogue smile and continued to talk, "I'm in a band, we're called Pencey Prep, we have a show lined up at the uni pretty soon, that is if I can still play." He gestured to his stomach, "I do throat and guitar. You should come, I mean, to one of our shows." I watched him as his eyes roamed over my face, taking in my nose ring and stud in my lip, "You look like you enjoy music."

I laughed, "I guess so."

There was a knock at the door which opened and a petite nurse stepped inside, "Miss Fontaine it's time for you to return to your room."

Nodding, I made to get up when my head swam and I stumbled backwards. I saw Frank shift up in his seat, "Hey, you okay?"

"I will be," I assured him as the nurse hurried to my side and helped me stand, "Goodnight Frank - I hope you get better."

He grinned up at my before his expression suddenly grew shy and curious, "I'll see you tomorrow right? You'll come see me?"

I knew the answer before he had even asked, "Sure."

"Night Olivia."

"Night Frank."

"And Olivia?" Frank called. I turned back to him, "Sorry for getting you in this mess."

I smiled at him and realisation struck me - I'd heard him say those words before. Before the crash and before I had lost consciousness, it was his voice who had screamed their apologies at me, the voice I had heard in my dream the night before. I smiled to myself - Frank Iero was definitely forgiven and for some reason I felt particularly drawn to him for reasons I did not know.

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Me: "Dad, I think you're going through a mid-life crisis."
Dad: "My whole fucking life has been a crisis."

And that was the moment I knew my father was emo.

Juliet

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Know that we'll still have each other,
You can stand under my umbrella.<3
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