Platinum Heart

Winter Rose Ridland has always been rich. She's used to the maids cleaning for her, the butlers fetching her food, the kids at school bowing down before her, and the constant spending money--but what she isn't used to is surprise road trips. When her dad decides that it's time to send her to boarding school, the family packs up and leaves. What they weren't expecting was a freak car accident, and what Winter wasn't expecting was to survive--and more importantly, she wasn't expecting herself to be found. Will she find a way back to her old life, or will the boy who saves her show her a different one? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.

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3. 3: Death & Destruction

I decide not to call another limo over today. Instead, I'll walk with Fox. After agreeing to meet after class, we both bonded quite a bit and decided to walk home together. Though I knew it would be dangerous to do so, I didn't mind. Fox might be my first friend. 

"So do you miss Minnesota a lot?" I ask as we walk down the snow-covered sidewalk. 

Fox shrugs. "Yeah, I do. But New York is my home now and I can't do anything about it." 

I turn my gaze forward as we walk. I can see the huge house of mine in the distance, and I wish that the walk home would've been longer. My heart is pounding hard. So hard that it might pound right out of my chest. I make the split second decision to lean my head against Fox's shoulder. 

He stiffens up and stops walking. After a moment he lightly pushes my head away. I look up at him, tears already welling up in my eyes. 

"Winter," he says. I let a tear fall. "You can't do that." 

"Why?" my voice is filled with emotion. "Why can't I have just one real friend?" 

"We can't be friends, Miss." 

My heart shatters into tiny pieces. I form my lips into a hard, thin line, and smack his cheek as hard as I can. "Fine." I say, my voice still hard. "I am going to let my dad know about you, and you will be fired. You can go back to Minnesota." 

Fox swallows, but says nothing. 

"Goodbye." I say, and turn on my heel. I run back to the house without looking back so he can't see the tears streaming down my face. 

 

* * *

 

I should have known that I was never going to be friends with him, I think as I pack my bags. My mom was in my room with me so I don't dare say anything out loud. I just pack quietly and quickly because we have a schedule to follow. 

"Are you excited?" mom asks as she packs my third suitcase with me. I nod. I am anything but excited, though I still have to act like I am excited. 

"Very." I say. She smiles at me. It's now that I notice the creases in her facial features and the bags under her eyes. I choose not to say anything about it, though. 

After the last bag is packed, mom kisses me on the forehead and we walk out together, letting the maids take the bags. I wonder why the maids didn't pack the bags for me like they usually do. 

I lean my head against the wall of the elevator like I did this morning and I listen to the music. It's Justin Bieber again. 

 

Everyone's gathering around the fire
Chestnuts roasting like a hot July
I should be chilling with my folks, I know
But I’mma be under the mistletoe

Word on the street Santa's coming tonight,
Reindeer's flying through the sky so high
I should be making a list, I know
But I’mma be under the mistletoe

 

I open my eyes as the elevator stops abruptly and we reach the main level. I let mom step out first and I'm quick to follow her. Dad is waiting for us in the middle of the room and he greets me with open arms. I notice that the anger from this morning's encounter has leaked out of him, and he is the happy spirit that he normally is. 

"Are we taking a limo?" I ask him as we walk through the front door, his arm around my shoulders. 

"No, we are taking an SUV so we don't draw any unwanted attention." he says. I nod and turn my gaze to the black SUV parked out front. We all climb inside and I am surprised to see that my dad is driving. I wonder when the last time he's driven his own vehicle was. 

"Hey, dad." I say. He looks at me through the rear view mirror. "There's a driver that needs to be fired. He's about seventeen. Broke the rules, asked me my name." 

Dad's expression hardens and he nods as the car starts to move. "Alright." he says. "I'll talk about it to him when mom and I get home."  

 

I have been awake the whole ride and I have no clue where we are. There is forest surrounding us, and the occasional field with a run down building. Now as we drive closer to it, I can make out the shape of another car and a small town. 

I sigh and lean my head up against the window. As I close my eyes, I realize that it was a bad idea, but before I can do anything about it, the car lurches forward and slams hard into something, sending broken glass flying into the side of my head. 

I scream. The pain that shoots through my body is unlike anything I've ever felt before. All the windows have shattered. I manage to comprehend that the car has flipped over completely and I'm still strapped in. I try to remove my seat belt but I can't, my neck hurts too bad. I move it slowly to glance at the front of the car. 

My parents lay still, and I know they are dead. There is a huge gash across the back of dad's neck, and blood wells constantly from it. I can't see what killed mom, so I figure it must have been from the front. 

I let out a cry. There is nobody around to help me get out, to help me clean my cuts, to help me. I have nobody. 

At least, that's what I think before the strong hands unbuckle my seat belt and carefully pull me out of the car. 

"It's okay," they say quietly as I cry. "You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay." 

I listen to their soothing voice until everything goes black. 

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