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I spent all of my time in the hospital room from the moment the doctors confirmed he was awake and safe.

When the doctor told me he was disorientated, I knew the only reason behind this was his worry to know if I was okay.

It was sometimes difficult to believe he cared for me the same way I did for him, but I knew that was my past and my stubborn nature talking. Especially after he put his life at stake for me, for once I wasn't doubting anything.

It was strange seeing as I had always been an overthinker and I had always been sceptical around people. I still was, but I was completely comfortable around Parker. It was great to have something constant.

Things in my life had been changing since I met him, but my caring for him never wavered. And apparently, his caring for me acted similarly.

It wasn't that I hadn't trusted him before the pain, the heartbreak, and the accident that threatened both our lives.

But in some ways, I think I needed something huge to happen to scare me. To knock some sense into me that would last through anything. Because now, I felt like I knew for a fact Parker was and always would be the best of me.

I think that even if I saw him kissing some random girl, as stupid as it may have been, I wouldn't be angry at him. I knew for a fact he would never betray my trust nor hurt me, and I would look for any other option before I blamed him. It might have seemed naïve, but I wasn't a naïve person, I had just learnt an indescribable trust that could get me through anything.

"Riley?" He addressed my name while we had been chatting casually about a series that we should watch together. I nodded at him and smiled. The smile had been plastered on my face for a while, I couldn't seem to get rid of it.

"Maybe it isn't the best time to bring it up, but I think we should talk about the person driving that car."

He gave me a knowing look because he will have known I was already thinking about it. My mind solved problems without me even trying to think about it, so in the time I had to think, naturally my mind wandered back to silver car that almost ended my life as well as my boyfriend's.

"It was a hit and run." I took a large breath of air and forced it down my throat. I felt an irritating tinge of guilt. "I think it was her, my stepmother." My personal affairs could have killed him.

"I told remember anything after I pushed you out the way and then everything went black. But before that, I saw the person driving and they were masked. You are right, I think this was an attack."

I gulped hearing the words out loud. Thinking it was one thing, but somehow hearing the words be spoken made things a whole lot more real. I had seen someone with a knife, I had been threatened, and don't get me wrong that was scary.

But it didn't compare to facing death head-on. It didn't compare seeing Parker's motionless body. That was simply terrifying.

"They drove directly as me. Their tires did not screech to slow down. They did not try to break. It was definitely an attack." He looked down with a dispirited look awning his face.

"When we get back, I won't let you out alone anymore. I know you are independent, but I won't let you die. When the police question us about the circumstances of this, we don't tell them what we know yet. I know I'm being hypocritical seeing as I was the one who convinced you to go to the police the first time round, but I am beginning to realise they are useless. Don't argue with me on this, but I can illegally hire and private investigator-"

"No." I said bluntly ignoring the fact he had told me not to argue with him on it. "If you get caught you could go to prison."

He rolled his eyes at me and I did it back because that was my signature gesture not him. He snickered, and I grinned back at him, but then we both forced serious faces back on ourselves.

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