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“Just help me sit up.”
“I don’t think we should move you.”
“Belle,” I sternly stated. “Just help me.”
“Fine,” she agreed. “How are we going to—”
“Let me see my phone.”
Once I was upright, I called the only person I trusted, my cousin, Caleb. He was the same age as us, however, he attended another school. Rain poured heavily as we waited for him, reminding me of another time, another place, where I found refuge within myself.
I think Belle was talking to me, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. My mind was spinning out of control. Exactly how my bike just had, and the irony wasn’t lost on me. I couldn’t control the memory that it evoked. Little by little, it all came back to me.
My worst nightmare, and I was wide awake. At some point, I must have taken off my helmet.
I came to as Caleb reprimanded, “What the fuck, man?” Yanking me back to the present.
How much time had gone by?
“Can you stand?”
“Yeah, just help me.”
He laid my arm over his shoulders while Belle did the same with the other.
After we were in his truck and out of the rain, Caleb scolded again, “What the fuck were you thinking? You could’ve been killed!”
“Stop yelling. My head is pounding.”
He glanced back, took one look at Belle, and roared, “Are you fucking crazy? If her parents find out she’s with you, do you have any idea what they’ll do?”
She answered for me, “They won’t find out. I promise I won’t say a word.”
“What are you guys doing together anyway?”
“Just drive.”
“Where?”
“Ummm…” she breathed out. “Just drive to my house. My parents are out of town, and the only person who’s awake and still waiting for me is the housekeeper, though she used to be my nanny. I’ll run inside and distract her. You can help him up to my room. The elevator is by the front door. Go up to the third floor, take a left, and it’s the last room at the end of hallway.”
“I don’t think—”
“Caleb, it’s fine. I’ve been in there before.”
His gaze went from me to her. “What’s going on? Are you two together? Dating?”
“No.” She shook her head. “We’re just friends.”
“Friends?” He jerked back. “Tristian, if Grandfather finds out your friends with a Montgomery, he’ll—”
“Just drive and let me worry about him, okay?”
“Fuck, man! Why are you even driving a street bike to begin with? Especially with what happened to your par—”
“Caleb!” I yelled, annoyed with all his questions. “Stop riding my ass and just drive. I’ll explain later.”
He reluctantly sighed, doing as he was told.
