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All I want is to get rid of the feelings and the memories of all the bad things that have happened to me. Using again will be the most effective way to help myself, for a while at least.
“I’m up,” I say to him. “How long was I asleep for?”
“We just landed and you slept for a little over an hour,” he says. I guess that’s better than nothing. I don’t know how tonight will go now that I’m back in Riverside.
I sit up on the bed and then swing my legs over onto the side to get up. He grabs my pants and hands them to me. I get dressed before we both leave the bedroom and get off the plane. Once we’re on the tarmac, he grabs my hand and pulls me along with him in the direction of his car.
If I’m being honest, I don’t know what to do with this nice version of him. It’s throwing me for a loop here, people! When I finally look up and see which car it is, I stop abruptly and let out a groan. He turns to look down at me with a smile on his face.
I don’t know what the fuck he’s smiling about because this is the car I fucked with. Now I’m not so sure I want to get into his ride with him.
“Don’t look so constipated. I had it checked out and fixed already. Genius on your part if I do say so myself. But consider yourself lucky, because if I wasn’t aiming for your forgiveness then I would’ve already had you on your knees, begging for forgiveness for messing with my sweet ride,” he says and I want to slap him.
“I’m not sorry,” I mutter, just to be a brat.
“Didn’t think you were. I should be so mad at you but I’m not. I guess I had that coming and I deserved it,” he tells me in a serious tone.How the hell am I supposed to stay mad at that?
“Are you sure you weren’t abducted by aliens or something? Because I don’t know what to do with this version of you. First, you’re… nice. Now, you’re admitting that you had it coming? I’m convinced that you’re having an out-of-body experience or something,” I tell him with a furrowed brow. Him being abducted by aliens is really starting to make sense inside my head.
“Ha ha, you should really be a standup comedian because you’re so funny,” he jokes.
“And now you’re making jokes too? Is the world ending?” I huff. I lift my hand to his head to feel his temperature but he feels fine to me. He rolls his eyes at me and I shrug. “I just had to check because you’re acting out of character.”
“I’m not. I keep telling you things have changed and that you wouldn’t know what the fuck hit you when you got the caring and obsessed version of me instead of the asshole hate-filled jock but it’s not my problem if you don’t believe me,” he tells me.
I don’t answer him because what the hell else can I say to that? I let out a sigh as we keep walking. Once we reach his car, he opens the passenger side for me and waits until I get in to buckle my belt for me. Once he’s done with that, he closes my door and gets into his side before taking off in the direction of his home.
He grabs my hand and laces it with his, resting it on my lap as he drives. I try to move it away but he just grips it tighter. Not up for another fight, I eventually just leave it there and turn to stare out the window as he drives.
I’m lost in my head for the most part, but when he drives past where the incident took place and I see the spot where my car was, snapshots of what happened while they were hurting me start to play in my mind in vivid details. I start to hyperventilate.
The bruises still on my body feel like they’re instantly in more pain than what I was feeling all this time. I claw at my throat, trying to get some air into my lungs but it feels stagnant. I feel like I’m choking.
Knox slams on the breaks and pulls over onto the side of the road, just a few feet in front of where I was assaulted. I don’t look back. I just grab blindly for the door and when I do manage to grab the handle, I open it and rush out of the car.
As soon as I’m on the side of the road, on my hands and knees, I throw up all the bile in my stomach. I do so until my stomach starts to ache. I hear the other car door slam and a moment later, Knox is on his knees on the side of the road beside me.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere else?” He fires off questions that I’m unable to answer at the moment.
“I-I’m fine,” I finally manage to answer after a moment when I’m done throwing up. “I-It’s just remembering the accident made me freak out,” I lie.
He hands me a bottle of water as he looks around and I see the realization dawn in his eyes because some scraps of metal are still lying on the road. “This is where it happened right?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Hey, look at me. It’s okay to not be fine but I’ll help you get there,” he says as he pulls me into his arms and starts to rub my back in a soothing motion. “I’m so fucking glad you’re in one piece and it wasn’t anything majorly serious. The thought of losing you when I’ve finally gotten my head out of my ass is killing me, baby.”
“I-I…”
“Shhh. It’s okay. Let’s get you home,” he says when he notices that I’m calmer now than I was a few minutes ago.
He helps me up and places me back in the car before we’re driving off again. When we get home, he lifts me out of the car and carries me up the stairs.
“I can walk, you know,” I tell him.
“Don’t care. I’m carrying you and that’s final,” he says as he gently places me on my bed. “Stay put. I’m going to go run you a bath.”
He leaves and walks into my bathroom. I lie there staring up at the ceiling as I hear the water turn on and the tub begins to fill.
