❞I'm exactly like him.❞
❞Don't say that.❞
London Wright and her dad, Carson Wright, get into a deadly car crash early in the morning. London wakes up in an empty hospital room, and her dad doesn't remember who she is. How will London figure this out...
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►Take a breathe, no rest till the sunrise.
━━ London Wright September Twentieth. ━━
"Goodnight." Luke whispered to me, turning off my light and closing the hospital door.
I laid down and tried to get comfortable. Soon enough, I fell asleep.
━━ London Wright, Morning Of The Crash. ━━
"Dad?" I looked around for my dad.
He didn't get home until late last night, and I assumed he just had a long surgery that night because that's what normally happens, but I can't seem to find him.
"Dad?" I said a little louder.
"In the office." He yelled from the office, his voice groggy.
I made my way to the office and I saw my dad slumped over, his eyes slightly open and aspirin on the desk in front of him. I looked closely around and saw he's in clothes.
"What the hell happened here?" I say after observing the room.
"Nothing." He declared, moving from his slumped position and sitting upwards. "I just don't feel well."
"Did you go to a party last night?" I raised my eyebrow upon seeing an empty whiteclaw in the trash. "You can't drive me to school being basically drunk in this weather."
"I didn't go to a fucking party, London." He snarled, "And yes I can. I'm not fucking drunk."
"There's an empty couple whiteclaws in the goddamn trash dad!'' I shouted at him. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut.
"London, please stop yelling. I have a freakin' headache that won't go away, and yes, I am hungover. So stop fucking shouting before my headache gets worse." He demands.
"Oh my god." I threw my arms into the air. "Fine. I'll drive myself."
"Fine!"
I stormed out of the office, slamming the door shut and walking up to the kitchen where I began to pack my lunch for the day. I packed a bagel, apple juice, a small hershey bar and a cliff bar. I stuffed it all into my bag, and stuffed it into my backpack.
"London Tessa Wright."
I shivered at the full name and looked up to see my dad with his arms crossed, and a piece of paper in his hand. I crossed my arms as well. "What?"
"Your report card came in. I think I willbe driving you to school because it appears we need to talk." He grumbles.
